As Fang Yun listened, he observed closely. The more he looked at Yang Yuhuan's fingering, the more he felt she had talent.
The zither was not easy. The right hand had more than thirty kinds of fingering or combinations, such as holding, wiping, picking, hooking, picking, striking, and so on. The left hand had more than thirty kinds of fingering, such as kneeling, knocking, lifting, pushing, simultaneous, calling, and so on.
Fang Yun had once studied the zither in the Jiang Zhou Academy of Literature, and had even memorized many zither books. He could only be considered to know how to play and appreciate. It would take a long time to reach Yang Yuhuan's level.
Fang Yun quickly found the flaw in Yang Yuhuan's fingering. It was too soft, and there was not enough strength where it should be used. It seemed to have something to do with her personality. If Yang Yuhuan had talent, it would be average for her to use the zither to kill enemies. But because she had a flaw in this area, her talent in another area had reached a terrifying level. If Yang Yuhuan used the zither to assist and not directly kill enemies, or even to harmonize, the effect would be multiple times that of normal zither players.
After finishing the sorrowful [Autumn Wind Melody], Yang Yuhuan's eyes were red. She used her sleeve to wipe the corners of her eyes. It took a while for her to recover.
Fang Yun sighed softly. "Sister Yuhuan, I didn't think you would have such skill in the zither. At most, in a year, you may enter the first realm of the zither, 'Flourishing Voice and Emotion.' If you can enter the second realm, 'Sword Heart and Zither Heart,' even if you don't have talent, you will have the ability to calm and soothe the mind. You can defeat some of the demonic arts that confuse the mind. "
Yang Yuhuan said happily, "I just want to practice the zither for you to hear. I don't think so much. But Lai Furen has always praised me, saying that in a few months at most, my zither skills will be better than hers. "
"If that's the case, then I will write a few music scores today. When you are completely familiar with them, you can enter the first realm of the zither ahead of time. Right, have you learned the famous [High Mountains and Flowing Water]? "
"En. I have learned it. I played [Flowing Water] well, but I couldn't grasp the essence of [High Mountains]. "
Fang Yun nodded and said, "I originally wanted to hear you play these two songs and judge, but since you said so. Then my guess is right. "High Mountain" is lofty and tall, imposing and magnificent. It's indeed not suitable for you. Although Flowing Water has the vastness of a river and has a great momentum, a great river is formed by small streams, so you can gradually grasp its meaning. In the future, you'll find that you can't play well. Don't learn it. Focus on learning what you can play well. Zither Saint Yu Boya's' High Mountain 'and' Flowing Water 'are war songs. As long as you practice' Flowing Water 'well, you will benefit immensely. "
"Yes. I'll listen to you. "Yang Yuhuan didn't ask why.
"How do you feel about Guangling San?" Fang Yun asked.
Yang Yuhuan pondered for a moment and said, "Although 'Guangling San' was not composed by the great scholar Ji Kang, after some slight modifications, it became the number one war song in the world. It was a pity. As soon as I heard it, I felt it wasn't suitable for me. The original name of the 《Guangling San》 was 《Nie Zheng Assassinating the Han King》. It was about the assassination process of Nie Zheng, one of the Four Great Assassins. I think Xiao Yun is suitable for this kind of war song. I've been thinking for the past few days. In the future, if you want to learn how to kill enemies, I can play the zither to help you. And playing the zither to help you doesn't need talent. "
Fang Yun was stunned. Yang Yuhuan's idea was very good.
The zither was the main. The zither was the auxiliary. If the zither and zither were in harmony, you could play the famous song 《Phoenix Seeking Phoenix》 jointly composed by the Fu Saint Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun.
When Sima Xiangru and his wife Zhuo Wenjun went to the desert to play, they were besieged by two Barbarian Half-saint. At that time, the two of them were only at the fourth level of the zither. Sima Xiangru had just become a Saint, while Zhuo Wenjun had no talent. But the two of them played the song 《Phoenix Seeking Phoenix》 together, causing the Heavenly Fire Phoenix to burn thousands of miles. They killed 100,000 Barbarians and killed a Barbarian Half-saint, which shocked the world.
Fang Yun shook his head. 《Phoenix Seeking Phoenix》 was a poem that spread throughout the world, and the famous song 《Phoenix Seeking Phoenix》 had to attract the Phoenix. In addition to the help of others, one must also have the legendary "multitasking" literary heart.
The reason why Sima Xiangru and his wife could attract the Heavenly Fire Phoenix was because Sima Xiangru could multitask. While playing the zither, he wrote the poem 《Phoenix Seeking Phoenix》 with a stroke of genius, thus increasing the power of 《Phoenix Seeking Phoenix》 to the extreme.
It was precisely because 《Phoenix Seeking Phoenix》 was very difficult to achieve that no one could play it in later generations. Instead, the name of the first battle song became 《Guangling San》.
Fang Yundao said, "I haven't decided whether to study the zither or not. Don't waste your talent for the zither for me."
Yang Yuhuan smiled and said, "I learned the zither for you to listen to. But the zither can not only let you listen to it, but also help you learn the zither. I must learn it! From now on, I will learn the zither as my main skill, and the zither as my secondary skill. "
Fang Yun looked at Yang Yuhuan's determined eyes and felt a burst of warmth in his heart. He nodded and said, "That's good. In the future, you and I will play the zither together. Maybe we can recreate the miracle of 《Phoenix Seeking Phoenix》, or even create an even more powerful battle song."
"En." Yang Yuhuan lowered her head, her cheeks blushing.
Fang Yun said that he would come out on the Chinese Valentine's Day to participate in the Chinese Valentine's Day Literary Meeting. After lunch, some friends came to visit. Among them, Qian Poshang, whose courage was shattered by the people of Gyeongo, also came.
No one mentioned the matter of the Green River Dragon King. They were afraid that Fang Yun would feel pressured, so they only talked about the Literary Meeting and the Chinese Valentine's Day Poetry Meeting.
At three in the afternoon, everyone left Fang Yun's house in a carriage and went to the city wall of the southern sub-city.
Fang Yun and a dozen or so scholars got off the carriage and came to the southern sub-city's city gate. Looking up, there was a tower right above the city wall. It was the location of the literary meeting.
The city wall here was more than ten zhang wide in order to resist the powerful demonic beasts and noble clans. Otherwise, it would not be able to withstand the impact of demonic arts. The tower was also very grand, larger than many restaurants.
The group climbed the stairs to the top of the city wall. They did not immediately enter the tower, but instead looked at the strange scenery outside.
The sky above the city wall was clear, and there was even sunlight shining down. But one li away, dark clouds covered the sky. Lightning flashed, thunder rumbled, and heavy rain poured down. The completely opaque curtain of water blocked everyone's line of sight. Everything was white and misty, and they could not see the distant scenery.
Fang Yun looked in all directions. All he could see was a vast expanse of white pouring rain. Because the rain was so heavy, he even had an illusion that the rain was seawater, and the entire Jade Sea City was actually at the bottom of the sea, completely surrounded by seawater.
The rain was not falling, but like millions of buckets of water pouring down together. It could be called a miracle.
The others were also shocked by this miracle. In front of this terrifying rain, everyone felt weak and powerless.
Fang Yun asked in a low voice, "Dragons are this strong?"
"Yes. In the sea, a Half-saint of Dragons can fight against three Half-saint of the human race or three Half-saint of the demonic beasts. "
Fang Yun helplessly said, "This is not a water-stopping literary meeting. This is a sea-filling literary meeting."
Everyone silently nodded. Fang Yun's description was too vivid.
"Let's go to the tower."
Before they entered the tower, they heard loud laughter coming from inside.
"Strange! If the rain doesn't stop, what kind of Qixi literary meeting is this! I have lived for so many years, but I have never heard of a rainy Qixi literary meeting! The preferences of you Jingguo people are really different from the other nine countries. "Someone said.
"That's not right. Isn't there a big hole above? You can see the starry sky! But this hole is a bit like a well. Then wouldn't the people in the hole be frogs at the bottom of the well? Jingguo people are really humble. We Gyeongo people are not so shameless as to treat ourselves like toads! "
"Cough, this is Jingguo's literary meeting. Gyeongo friends, don't be too harsh. However, my teacher Shi Jun said that if Jingguo can't even stop a drizzle, then there is no need to take out his gift poem. This kind of Jingguo is not qualified to receive his gift! "
Someone angrily said, "You Gyeongo people are getting more and more shameless! The demonic beasts are bullying our Jingguo. Not only are you not helping, but you are also making sarcastic remarks. You are no different from traitors! "
"You are not only a frog at the bottom of the well, but your brain is also damaged. Since waterlogging and Double Sevens are combined into one, first write waterlogging poetry, then compare Double Sevens poetry. Since we are here, it means that we can also write waterlogging poetry to help your Jing Country. How can we be no different from the rebellious literati? Official Dong, you are the magistrate of Yuhai. Please be the judge! "
Magistrate Dong coldly snorted and said, "Friends of Gyeongo, there are some things that can be said occasionally. If you keep on pestering us, then we will have to settle it with a literary competition. If another great scholar of Gyeongo dies, we Jingguo people will feel bad. "
Fang Yun had just entered the door when he saw that most of the Qing scholars, with the exception of a few who were very calm, had angry looks on their faces. Some of the people of Jing had mocking smiles on their faces, while others appeared incomparably pleased.
"Fang Banxiang is here!" After one person shouted, all the Jingguo people immediately stood up to welcome him, including Magistrate Dong and many other officials. The Gyeongo people all had different expressions, but most of them stood up. Only one person with bright eyes and an arrogant expression remained sitting.
This Gyeongo person looked up at the roof and said lazily, "There is no one in Jingguo who can be a model scholar. This will make our ancestors blush."
The tower instantly quieted down. The Jingguo people could not question Fang Yun's title of "model scholar", but the other nine people could.
The people of Jing were angry but they couldn't say anything because they knew that the person's words made sense. For a scholar to become a "model scholar", in terms of status, he was above a normal scholar and was on par with a master of literature. This was because even a great scholar might not be able to receive the title of "model scholar", but a master of literature would definitely receive it.
Dozens of eyes stared at Fang Yun. The Gyeongo people were proud, but the Jingguo people were secretly anxious.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "In Jingguo, if I can be a model scholar, then the people who are above the Xiucai level are naturally more virtuous and talented. The great scholars of Gyeongo and I are both model scholars. This seems to be saying that the great scholars of Gyeongo are not as good as the high scholars of our country. As for you, brother, you're not even as good as me under the Great Confucian Scholar, yet you still have the nerve to spout nonsense here. Could it be that you've completely grasped the Brave Saintly Path? I admire you! "
Many Jingguo people laughed and thought that Fang Yun was indeed smart. He said the same thing from different angles and immediately changed the meaning.
When the Gyeongo person saw that Fang Yun had counterattacked so quickly, he knew that if he continued, he would be humiliated even more. He clenched his teeth and did not say anything. He secretly looked at the other Gyeongo people, hoping that someone would lend a helping hand.
The head disciple of Gyeongo Shi Jun slowly said, "As a model scholar, forcing dozens of people to wear mourning clothes and braving the rain to come to Jade Sea City to beg for mercy. My Gyeongo does not have such a model scholar!"
There was a deathly silence in the tower.
Fifteen li away from Jade Sea City's West Gate, two armored ox carts braved the storm and moved forward. The ox carts were tied with white cloth and the word "Liu" was written on the roof.
Under the dark clouds, a strange white cloud flew over the ox carts.
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