< Part 3! >
Just now, the person in question, Lin Qing Yin, had already admitted defeat, and all the judges had already given their verdict. But to try and stir things up like this was too much. Furthermore, asking Jun Mo Xie to play a song that was even better than the Heartbreak Hymn was even more shameless. Just now, Young Master Jun had already said that the song itself had already reached a state of perfection. It was only the performer's state of mind that was slightly flawed, causing the white to be slightly blurry. But to actually ask Jun Mo Xie to play a song that was even better than the Heartbreak Hymn was clearly making things difficult for him!
"The victor is clear! Don't tell me you guys want to continue messing around?" Miao Xiao Miao's brows furrowed, and her phoenix eyes were filled with rage!
"He hasn't even touched a musical instrument before. How can you say that the victor is clear?" That voice was unrelenting.
Jun Moxie's divine sense had already locked onto the person who was shouting. He was standing far away in the crowd, hiding his head behind someone's back. His head was lowered, and he was shouting at the top of his lungs.
Normally, people who shouted like this would have a very agitated expression on their faces. But this fellow clearly had a guilty look on his face, afraid that others would recognize him.
Zhan Qing Feng's expression did not change, but a hint of smugness flashed across his eyes. This person was the backup he had arranged beforehand. If Mo Jun Ye won, no matter what the reason was, he had to find this person. Even if he had to find a bone in an egg, he had to overturn Mo Jun Ye's victory!
Jun Moxie only needed to sweep his divine sense once to understand everything. He sneered coldly in his heart. If you guys knew that I'm that Dong Fang who played The Smiling, Proud Pugilistic World at Chrysanthemum City's Tanguan Hall … I'm afraid you guys wouldn't be in such a hurry to give me a chance to perform. The Heartbreaking Hymn is indeed perfect, but perfection can also be divided into different grades …
"As the saying goes, justice is in the hearts of the people. Fine, since someone has raised a doubt, then I shall play a song for everyone. Lest someone finds a bone in an egg and continues to act shamelessly! Do you think I'm right, Young Master Zhan? "Jun Moxie looked at Zhan Qing Feng with a smile that was not a smile.
"Of course. If you want to win, you must have overwhelming strength!" Zhan Qing Feng smiled faintly and said, "Victory and defeat cannot be decided just by talking."
"Yeah, but when it comes to overturning the outcome of a battle, you can't just rely on your glib tongue." Jun Moxie chuckled and said, "It's even more impossible to rely on some shady methods and people who don't even dare to show their faces. My dear friend, since you have the guts to speak, why don't you stand out? I can guarantee that I will not pursue this matter, regardless of whether what you said is your own will or the will of others! "
The moment this sentence came out, Miao Xiao Miao burst out laughing. With her strength, she had naturally discovered that person. And the battle of words between Jun Moxie and Zhan Qing Feng had also allowed her to instantly understand everything that had happened.
Ever since she came here, she had never seen Zhan Qing Feng speak a single word to this person. From the looks of it, this person must have been arranged by Zhan Qing Feng. Who would have thought that this person was so farsighted and meticulous, to think of defeat before thinking of victory. He had actually arranged everything in advance!
But because of this, she became even more wary of Zhan Qing Feng! Then, wasn't everything that he had done previously, all those actions that made her feel warm, all a part of this person's meticulous plan?
What was he trying to achieve by taking such painstaking effort to please her? Or rather … what was the Zhan Family trying to do?
In Miao Xiao Miao's heart, this was the first time she had raised this problem to the level of the entire Zhan Family. She couldn't help but be alarmed!
"Brother Lin, this little brother didn't expect that there would be a meeting like this. I don't have any musical instruments with me, so I can only lend you my jade flute." Jun Moxie nodded with a smile.
Lin Qing Yin nodded with a smile and took out the jade flute. After carefully wiping it in clean water, he used a piece of white silk to carry the jade flute over to Jun Moxie.
In the Misty Mansion, this kind of method was the greatest respect a musician could show to a fellow musician!
Originally, with Lin Qing Yin's status as a great musician, he naturally had his own principles. It was impossible for him to lend an instrument that never left his side to someone else. But from Lin Qing Yin's actions, everyone could clearly feel the atmosphere.
That was, Mo Jun Ye was borrowing Lin Qing Yin's jade flute to perform a song. The one who should feel honored was Lin Qing Yin himself, as well as the jade flute!
Jun Moxie received the jade flute and felt as though it was weightless. He couldn't help but exclaim in shock, "Good flute!"
This jade flute was practically weightless in his hands. Such a quality of jade could only be achieved by the extremely rare Light Spirit Jade!
"A good flute must also be matched with a good person. In my hands, this jade flute is truly a waste. Right now, I can only place my hopes on Brother Mo. I hope that in Brother Mo's hands, it will be able to produce a different sound. "Lin Qing Yin laughed dejectedly as he retreated back into the jade flute.
"Brother Lin is too humble." Jun Moxie laughed lightly as he looked at the jade flute in his hands. "The song I'm about to play was written by a lady, and it has been passed down for hundreds of years … Perhaps the heavens were jealous of her beauty, but this beautiful lady had always been frowning in sorrow her entire life. Her body was frail and frail, and she passed away before she even reached the age of 20. A beauty that could topple an entire generation had vanished into the dust, causing everyone to sigh in pity. However, because of our remote location, this song has never been passed down. Back then, I was fortunate enough to learn this song by chance. Today, I'll play it for everyone to enjoy. "
As he said this, the ears of many of the judges perked up. Clearly, this was a song that no one had heard before.
And it was even composed by a lady!
"This lady was indeed a beauty that could topple an entire city. However, because of her frail body, she was always bedridden and rarely went out. Her greatest joy was to watch the flowers bloom and wilt in front of the courtyard, and to watch the clouds roll and move … That day, hundreds of flowers bloomed in the garden, and she spent the entire day admiring them. Her heart was filled with joy, and she decided to go again the next day! But on that very night, a strong wind blew, and a light rain fell. The thousands of flowers that were in full bloom all withered in a single night … "
As Jun Moxie spoke up to this point, Miao Xiao Miao could not help but let out a soft 'ah'. If this lady was in her place, she would definitely be extremely heartbroken. Especially since this lady was bedridden and her heart was naturally weak. To have her few pleasures destroyed because of a sudden change in nature, wouldn't that be even more unbearable?
As expected, Jun Moxie said, "… She heard the sound of the wind and the rain at night, and her heart was already extremely anxious. When the sun had just risen the next day, she put on her clothes and went to the garden to see her favorite flowers. But what was placed in front of her was a tragic scene of fallen red flowers …"
"She was very sad. Yesterday, there were still thousands of flowers, but today, they had withered to this state. However, even though she was sad, she could not bear to see these petals being crushed in the mud. So, she swept all the petals on the ground, put them in a sachet, and buried them … Just as she was burying the flowers, she suddenly thought of herself. Wasn't she also in the prime of her life? But, she was seriously ill, and might not be able to leave this world. So, if she could bury the flowers today, who would bury her in the future?"
"Perhaps it was because she was touched by the scene, or perhaps it was because of her heart, this extraordinary lady improvised a poem, named 'Song of the Burial of Flowers'. The song that I am going to play today was composed by her, and it was a song that she composed herself. And that woman, within three days after the song was composed, passed away … "
"After hearing Brother Mo's words, I really can't wait to listen to this' Song of the Burial of Flowers'." Miao Xiao Miao's eyes were filled with fascination, and she said with great interest, "But before Brother Mo plays the song, can you first write down the poem?"
"Since Lady Miao has asked, of course I can!" Jun Moxie said generously.
Miao Xiao Miao waved her hand, and the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone were brought over. She placed them in front of her, and said with a smile, "Brother Mo, you only need to recite the poem. Leave the recording to me."
"That's good." Jun Moxie understood what she meant. They might have to compete in calligraphy in a while, so it was better not to reveal his trump card for the time being.
The two of them acted as if they were singing a two-man show, one after the other, as if there was no one else around, and the atmosphere of the song was enhanced. The Song of the Burial of Flowers had yet to be played, but it had already penetrated deep into the hearts of the people, and tugged at their heartstrings.
First, a touching story was told to evoke the resonance in the hearts of the people. Then, the related lyrics were written out, and it was shown in front of everyone. Finally, the song was officially played. This undoubtedly allowed the power of the song to reach an unprecedented level!
As Miao Xiao Miao dipped the brush in her hand into the ink, Jun Moxie softly recited the song, the once popular Song of the Burial of Flowers on Earth, a song that almost everyone, regardless of age or gender, could recite, finally blossomed with its unique splendor in this different world!
"Flowers wilt and fly all over the sky, who will pity the fragrance when the red is gone?
Soft gossamer threads float in the spring pavilion, and the falling catkins lightly touch the embroidered curtain.
The daughter in her boudoir cherishes the twilight of spring, and her heart is full of melancholy with nowhere to vent.
She holds a hoe in her hand out of her boudoir, and bears to step on the fallen flowers.
Willow silk and elm pods are fragrant, no matter if the peach floats or the plum flies.
If the peach and plum can bloom again next year, who will know next year's boudoir?
Three months of incense has been built, the swallows between the beams are too heartless.
Although the flowers can be pecked next year, it doesn't mean that the Taoist is gone and the nest is empty.
Three hundred and sixty days a year, wind, sabers, and frost swords pressed against each other.
How long can you be bright and beautiful? Once you drift, it is hard to find.
It is easy to see flowers when they bloom, but hard to find when they fall.
Leaning on a hoe, I shed tears on the branches above, I saw traces of blood.
The cuckoo was speechless. At dusk, she returned with her pickaxe and closed the heavy door.
The green lamp shines on the wall and the man is asleep. The cold rain knocks on the window and the quilt is not warm.
Blame the slave for being so troublesome? Half of it was because he felt sorry for the spring, and the other half was because he was annoyed.
Lian Chun suddenly came and went in anger, in the end she left without a word.
Last night there was a sad song outside the courtyard, who knows if it was the soul of a flower or a soul of a bird?
It is hard to keep the soul of a flower and the soul of a bird. The bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed.
I wish for a pair of wings to grow on my side and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky.
At the end of the sky, where is the Fragrant Mound?
It is not like a brocade bag containing beautiful bones, a piece of pure land covering up romantic affairs;
It is better to be clean than to sink into a ditch with filth.
Now that you have died, I will bury you. When will I mourn?
Today I bury the flowers, but who will I know when I will be buried?
Look at the withered flowers of spring, it is the time for a beauty to die of old age.
Once the spring is over, the beauty will grow old, the flower will fall and the person will die without anyone knowing! "
As Jun Moxie recited and Miao Xiao Miao wrote, everyone was immersed in this sorrowful yet beautiful and elegant poem. Even the two brothers Zhan Qing Feng and Zhan Yu Shu, who were always against Jun Moxie, could not say a single word at this moment.
There was actually such a beautiful poem in this world! And every word and sentence was so real, so close to everyone's life. That helplessness, that carefreeness in the face of life and death … using flowers as a metaphor for one's aloofness …
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