Royal Master Painter

Chapter 164

Jiang Li moved away from the place where he was sitting on pins and needles with a trick of urine. At this moment, he is like a person who is used to walking at night. He is suddenly exposed to the sun and is treated like a monkey. How can I stand it.

Fortunately, the people behind didn't hear what they had just said, especially Yan Liliu's sentence "You should be my teacher", otherwise, I don't know how many people will lose their three views on the flower boat today.

But what they saw was that Yan Liliu, one of the best painters in Wenfu, saluted Jiang Liliu, and Zhou Mengde, the most serious and unsmiling man in Wenfu, chatted and laughed happily with him!
Zhao Suixian and Chen Mo have always been inseparable, after seeing Chen Mo's eyes, he said

"You want to ask about his air?"

"I'm sure it was broken, but there should be other reasons."

Jiang Li, who thought he had become a useless person, seemed to have something elusive. Zhao Suixian thought of the order of Yushenji Yuan Wushe to move the bones from the garden. This is not an ordinary admiration.

This old magic stick is known as the best fortune teller in the world, and he has never made a mistake in his orders. How could he smash the golden signboard because Jiang Lian's sea of ​​​​qi was broken?
"It seems that we have overlooked a very important person." Zhao Suixian dragged his chin, as if trying to find a countermeasure.

"According to the song of the shepherd, the pheasants fly towards each other and sing in harmony, and the male and female flock together on the mountain. I am alone and I have no room, so what can I do when it is going to be twilight. What can I do when it is twilight"

There was a clear and clear chant from the high platform of the flower boat. The students of the Wenfu didn't understand what it meant, but those knowledgeable and well-informed teachings and teaching old gods closed their eyes at ease, and entered the admiring scene one after another. state.

"The famous Yuefu song "Flying Pheasant", it seems that this time we have a blessing to our ears," said Lu Daoxuan, twisting his beard.

Jiang Li hid in a corner to enjoy, and a crisp sound of the piano pierced through the clouds to shake people's minds.

The ups and downs of the piano sound accompanied by the bamboo sheng playing, Jiang Li, who was originally sitting on the flower boat, found himself in another world.

The sky is warm and windy, the sun is warm, the sky is clear and the clouds are far away, and the red and purple flowers are like scorpions.Chui Yang hates the east wind and is soft, graceful and green-eyed, looking at Pingbo shallow.

In this picturesque world, Li Youlang played the piano with no distractions.

Someone was wearing a golden tasseled suit with brocade wings, dancing gently, with a graceful figure and moving posture. In Jiang Li's eyes, this dancer gradually turned into a pheasant bird dancing in the air.

The pheasant bird spread its wings, landed on the edge of the water, and sang to court another female white pheasant in the water.

Humming, humming, drinking every ten steps, pecking every five steps, high and low harmony, accompanied by the white stones of Qingquan, amphibious and double bathing.

The sound of the piano is melodious, like flowing water flowing into people's hearts, making people intoxicated in dreams and unwilling to wake up.

When the drums sounded, the drums in the sky became more and more dense, and thick clouds suddenly rose in the originally fragrant world, as if a world-ending thunder calamity descended with the drums.

The place where the thunder passes destroys the sky and destroys the earth, the sky collapses and the earth sinks, the two pheasants run for their own lives, the husband and wife are originally birds of the same forest, and they fly separately when disaster strikes.

The two dancers turned into pheasants running in opposite directions, with panic and fear on their faces, and the missing of each other.

On the way to escape, the female white pheasant unfortunately fell into the abyss. After seeing it, the fleeing male pheasant turned around and ran towards the place where the white pheasant fell.

The male pheasant wailed, but in the end he could only watch Bai Zhi die.

At this moment, the world constructed by the melody has begun to collapse, but the male pheasant raised his head to the sky and let out a long cry, and jumped into the abyss against the sky filled with thunder.

The abyss was filled with endless destruction, swallowing the male and female pheasants. At the moment when everyone was worried, the sound of all musical instruments stopped, leaving only endless darkness in front of the destruction of heaven and earth.

The sound of the flute sounds like the whimpering of the wind, and the sound of the piano sounds, and the world reopens!

A white cloud burst open in the darkness, followed by a soft cry, and a golden light burst out of the cloud.

A phoenix bird and a white phoenix bird are entangled with each other, breaking through the shackles of death and reappearing light. The two birds are covered with light, and endless light is sprinkled where their wings pass, and they break through the darkness and feel refreshed.

Those who appreciate the music are also shocked. They are shocked by the light in front of them and the rebirth of the phoenix, and it is the love that breaks through death for the two.

What Jiang Li felt from the music was endless shock. It turns out that Yuefu's methods can actually embody the abstract emotions and images that the music wants to express, and then directly present them in front of everyone.

When Jiang Greed broke free from the rhythm world, everyone in the audience was still immersed in it. On the stage, Li Youlang played the piano and Song Xiang danced.

This music world was created by Li Youlang, and the pheasant bird was transformed by Song Xiang and another Yuefu disciple. The music, singing and dancing have built a different world, a world that can touch people's souls.

It's just that Jiang Li, a virgin in two lifetimes, has only theoretical knowledge of emotions, and is somewhat touched by the methods and tunes of the Yuefu, but it would be a long way off to say how deeply he feels.

Li Youlang himself is a rare handsome man in the world, and when he is immersed in the performance, he adds more charm.

Jiang Li can be sure that in Qingdu, where beauty is paramount, Li Youlang will definitely be welcomed like never before.

However, Jiang Li found that there was another person who was as conscious as him, and that was Song Yu.

In Lin'an City, Jiang Li sold Song Yu a worthless painting, but because the person in the painting was Li Youlang, he sold it at a high price of several thousand taels.

From then on, Jiang Li knew that Song Yu was a special friend, but just through a painting, falling in love with someone who had never masked his face was a feeling that Jiang Li couldn't understand.

If you don't understand, you don't understand, but you won't interfere.

"This "Pheasant Flying" sounds good."

Jiang Li had obviously hid in a very inconspicuous place, but there was another person beside him, the man and woman looked heroic.

"From meeting to being together, from destruction to rebirth, and finally staying together, this tender song makes people sigh with emotion," Jiang Li said.

"You don't need to tell others what you saw, because everyone's experiences and emotions are different, and the touchpoints received from "Flying Pheasant", the world they see is also different.

You have seen destruction and rebirth, which means that you often walk between life and death, and I am different."

"What did you see?" Jiang Greed asked curiously.

"I saw a fisherman fishing by the river, but the chirping of two pheasants next to him was disturbing, so I ended up roasting and drinking wine."

"hold head high?"

Jiang Greed's expression is as ugly as eating Xiang, but seeing such a beautiful and soft tune, but seeing such a world of burning zithers and cooking cranes to ruin the scenery, how much BT is in his heart!

"I'm not the kind of person who can appreciate the music. No matter how well I play it, it's better than fishing for me."

"I made a nest, and I can go fishing again tonight."

Shui Wuxin said and got up to leave.

(End of this chapter)