With Master Wen Zhu's appearance, the Music Conference officially began.
Since it was the Music Arts Conference, it was inevitable for some musical seniors to speak a few words. The first to speak was the highly respected Master Wenzhu, who was known as the Master of Music in the Qingyang Region. At first glance, one could tell that this old man was the kind of person who had spent his entire life comprehending music. Not only was he knowledgeable, but his attainments were also very profound. His speech and behavior revealed a kind of seriousness, as well as a kind of obsession and reverence for music.
When the music seniors finished speaking, some young musicians began to perform on stage. Just as Ouyang Ye had said earlier, this Music Conference was a rare opportunity for young musicians. To be able to receive guidance from these seniors would be of great help to their musical attainments and reputation.
As the young musicians finished performing one after another, Ouyang Ye also began to prepare. He took out his beloved guqin from his storage bag and walked to the front of the stage to wait quietly. Before he left, he did not forget to tell Gu Qingfeng that if Yun Hong and Ye Hui came over, he must not pay attention to them.
Soon, it was Ouyang Ye's turn to perform.
When the little girl went on stage, there was a warm applause. Obviously, many people were looking forward to her performance. Even Master Wen Zhu could not help but nod with a smile when he saw the little girl go on stage.
Gu Qingfeng sat alone in a corner, drinking wine and eating spiritual fruits.
"This girl is really playing my song …"
When the guqin sounded, Gu Qingfeng could not help but shake his head and laugh. He vaguely remembered that this song was called "Xiao Hong Chen".
In this world, any song that could be called mysterious was not as simple as it seemed.
This was because every piece of music carried the spirit and will of the composer when it was created. It was a mysterious rhythm, but it was an ethereal legend, and it was a cycle that could be sung and wept.
Every song was writing a legend and reincarnation, but these things were all expressed in music. When it entered the ears, it caused a spiritual resonance, as if one's soul had left the body and was dreaming of the past. It made one feel as if they were there and felt a kind of illusory brilliance.
This was the reason why many people were addicted to music.
This was because music could temporarily make people forget the troubles of the world and immerse themselves in a world created by music. Along with the mysterious music, one would gain a myriad of insights. A mysterious and wonderful song could not only resonate with one's mind, but it could also purify one's soul and even allow one to comprehend the Great Dao from it.
This was not an exaggeration at all. Gu Qingfeng had once witnessed a demoness listening to an old monk playing the Great Compassion Mantra, and then … then she became a Buddha immediately.
Speaking of which, Ouyang Ye's rendition of 'Smiling at the Red Dust' was not bad. Even though she didn't manage to create any artistic conception, she was still able to bring out the various mysteries of the song. It was rare for her to have such attainments in music at such a young age.
At the end of the song, the entire hall was filled with applause.
Master Wen Zhu even stood up and praised, "I haven't seen you for a few months. I didn't expect Miss Ouyang's musical attainments to be so profound. This' Smiling at the Red Dust 'contains a total of sixty-two different fingering techniques, ninety-eight mysterious tunes, and more than two hundred spiritual techniques. Miss Ouyang was able to perfectly link all these spiritual techniques together.
After being praised by Master Wen Zhu, Ouyang Ye quickly bowed and thanked him.
"As everyone knows, the King's songs are known as the most mysterious of the mysterious tunes, the most wonderful of the wonderful tunes. It is said that a single song is a legend, a single song is a reincarnation, a single song is a thousand wonders, and a single song is ten thousand wonders." Master Wen Zhu stroked his white beard and said solemnly, "However, it is because the King's songs are too mysterious that we can only look up to them. Just now, Miss Ouyang was able to play 'Smiling at the Red Dust' with eighty percent of its mysteries. It is already rare and commendable that the younger generation will surpass us in time … I believe that Miss Ouyang's musical attainments will be even more dazzling in the future …"
After Master Wen Zhu finished speaking, the hall was filled with applause again.
The applause was for Master Wen Zhu and also for Ouyang Ye.
Everyone in the hall was proficient in musical attainments. They knew that the King's songs were very mysterious. Take 'Smiling at the Red Dust' for example. Many musical experts with profound musical attainments might not be able to play it to such a degree. However, although Ouyang Ye's musical attainments were not high, she was able to play 'Smiling at the Red Dust' with eighty percent of its mysteries. This made everyone envious of her talent.
The reason why Ye Hui was jealous of Ouyang Ye was because of her musical talent.
At this moment, looking at Ouyang Ye who was being praised on stage, Ye Hui's eyes were filled with hatred. She said disdainfully, "Hmph, her musical attainments are not high at all. She is just relying on the fact that she can play two of the King's songs. That's why she is so complacent!"
Ye Hui's eyes were filled with hatred. It was the kind of hatred that seeped into her bones.
She thought that her musical attainments were higher than Ouyang Ye's and that she knew more songs. However, she was not as famous or as valuable as Ouyang Ye.
The reason was simple. Ouyang Ye could play two of the King's songs. Moreover, she could play them to such a degree that they were mysterious. This was her capital.
Almost every musician knew that in this world, the King's songs were the most popular. As long as you could play them to such a degree, your value would be high.
However, not everyone could play the King's songs to such a degree.
Many musical seniors present could not, let alone Ye Hui. Even though she had been practicing for many years, she could not play the King's simplest song to such a degree. She could not play even a fraction of it.
She could not, and neither could Yun Hong. Even though he was one of the best young musicians in the Qingyang Region, he could not do it.
If anyone could play the King's songs to such a degree, then the King's songs would not be known as the most mysterious of the mysterious songs, the most wonderful of the wonderful songs. One song was a legend, one song was a reincarnation, one song was a thousand wonders, one song was ten thousand wonders.
Similarly, Ye Hui hated Ouyang Ye, and so did Yun Hong. Perhaps it was because he had been rejected in his pursuit, but more importantly, he was very unhappy that he had the same value as Ouyang Ye. He was famous and was one of the best musicians of the younger generation.
Taking a deep breath, Yun Hong secretly glanced at Gu Qingfeng, who was sitting in the corner. A sinister sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Huihui, just wait and see. This time, I will definitely make Ouyang Ye lose face!"
Ye Hui nodded and looked at Ouyang Ye, who was walking down the stage. Her eyes flashed with a smug smile. She said, "Humph! Let's see if she can still smile so happily later! "
After being praised by the crowd and by Master Wen Zhu in public, Ouyang Ye was very happy. After walking down the stage with the guqin, he returned to the corner and smiled happily. "Hey, hey, how was my performance just now?"
"It was passable …"
Gu Qingfeng held his wine glass and took a sip. However, when Ouyang Ye heard his words, it was like a bucket of cold water had been poured over him. The little girl stared at him and said unhappily, "What do you mean by passable? It was passable, okay? No! It was not passable at all. It was very good, okay? "
"Girl, don't play this song in the future. It doesn't suit you at all. To be exact, you should play less of Gu Tianlang's songs in the future. You are a little girl. Why do you keep playing his songs? His songs are either about great joy, great sorrow, laughter, or anger. They are all too extreme … If you play too much, it will affect your worldview."
"Tsk, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. This is a real man, okay?"
Every time King Chixiao was mentioned, Ouyang Ye's pretty face would show endless admiration. She said, "Haven't you heard of this saying? You are a phoenix and I am a phoenix. When you marry, you should marry King Chi Xiao … "
"I …"
Gu Qingfeng shook his head and smiled bitterly. When he was about to speak, Ouyang Ye immediately put on a straight face and pretended to be angry. "I'm warning you, King Chixiao is a hero in my heart. He is also my Prince Charming. If you dare to speak ill of him, I will not play with you!"
"Forget it …"
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