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Text Chapter 199 Is this what you want?  (superior)

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    baidu_clb_fillslot("740301"); Ruo Fengpi said with a smile: "Master Wu, you have nothing to do now, you have plenty of time, why not play a bullet and show your skills." Wu Xie finally understood, these people  I will never give up easily, I must take this opportunity to make a fool of myself.  "In that case, there's no harm in giving it a try." Wu Xie stood up and said naturally.  He was in a hurry to take Dao Sandan, so how could he be in the mood to pay attention to the conspiracy of a few people. Besides, if he wanted to humiliate him musically, he was not qualified to do so based on the level of a few people.  " Ruofeng and others' eyes flashed with joy. What they wanted was Wu Xie's words. They were not afraid of his level, but they were afraid that he would not agree!  "How about moving to the small pavilion? We have already thought of the topic." Ruofeng chuckled.  Wuxie nodded slightly: "Please." Soon, several people arrived in the courtyard.  Ruofeng said to Wuxie: "Master Wu, we have already decided. This time we will play a song of "Hundred Birds Worship the Phoenix" with the instruments that each of us is good at. Whoever attracts the most spiritual birds will be the winner. "  Xie said calmly: "Whatever." Ruofeng chuckled, looked at a few people, and then said to Wu Xie: "Master Wu, although I heard that you are very accomplished in guzheng, it is inevitable that you have a more skilled instrument, so  Please choose one yourself." Wu Xie said noncommittally: "In that case, let's go with the guzheng." "Haha, good! Master Wu, please!" Ruofeng said to Wu very politely.  Xie made a request.  The others sat down one by one, and the courtyard became quiet.  Everyone focused on Wuxie.  Wuxie came to the side of the guzheng, sat down on a chair, placed his hands flat on the guzheng, took a gentle breath, and started playing the ball very casually.  A cheerful tune sounded.  As soon as Ruofeng listened Wei Wei, he immediately felt that Wu Xie's understanding of music was very poor. Not only did he play a few wrong notes, but the connection was also very poor.  He was overjoyed. Wuxie's performance was indeed not beyond his expectation. It was terrible.  "Stop!" Ruofeng shouted loudly.  Shengsheng interrupted Wuxie's performance.  Wu Xie's eyes flashed, and as expected, he started to make things difficult.  "I'm playing, why did Mr. Ruo interrupt me? It seems a bit rude." Ruofeng chuckled and said, "I listened to Mr. Wu's performance, and it felt like the music of nature. So I think that a good musician should be  Come out later." "So you might as well listen to Brother Fang's performance first." "Brother Fang, please." Fang Sheng walked up to the crowd and said,  Blow gently.  " Xiao Yin itself is extremely cheerful, and the music itself is full of relaxation and joy, so it is naturally very beautiful to play.  Soon, everyone entered a state of selflessness and reveled in the joyful atmosphere.  That tune.  It's like a clear and cheerful bird song, and every turn is like another bird chirping.  Not long after.  After hundreds of twists and turns, Feng Ming is ushered in!  The sound of the phoenix's cry is sharp and harsh, majestic and dignified, as if it is receiving the worship of the birds and screaming wildly in the nine heavens.  The sound swept across the land like a wave.  It pierces into everyone's mind and lingers for a long time.  Everyone around them closed their eyes, intoxicated, and followed the rhythm in their hearts. ????????????????????????????????? Just listen to the music boredly and think about your future plans.  In the courtyard.  I don't know when a group of birds flew in. After careful counting, there were more than sixty birds. They flew into the small pavilion, surrounded Fang Sheng, and made sounds along with the musical scales.  When the song ended, Fang Sheng opened his eyes and shouted softly at the birds: "Go!" The birds reacted and flew away in a hurry.  "Pah, pah, pah." Several people applauded, praising Fang Sheng's playing ability.  "Brother Fang's song attracted sixty-three birds. I admire you, I admire you." Ruofeng said, cupping his fists.  Fang Sheng smiled ashamedly and said: "There are only sixty-three, which is too few. If Mr. Wu takes action, there will definitely be a magical scene surrounded by hundreds of birds." Ruofeng laughed and said: "Yes, I am very optimistic about Mr. Wu too.  "Why don't you ask the young master to play a song for us?" Everyone looked at Wuxie, and Wuxie came back to his senses and said with a smile, "Okay." When he came to the guzheng, Wuxie put his hands on the piano and started playing.  This time, Wuxie played a few notes at random. When everyone heard it, they suddenly felt that they couldn¡¯t say anything.It's hard to come by.  That¡¯s right, it¡¯s just uncomfortable and unpleasant to listen to!  People are like this. I didn¡¯t think anything of it when I heard it before, but when I heard it played by others, I had a standard. The transition of Wuxie was very abrupt and unpleasant to the ear.  Even a layman like Wang Lang who doesn¡¯t know much about music can tell how poorly Wuxie plays the music.  "Stop!" After just a few words, Ruofeng interrupted Wuxie again and said with a smile: "Master Wu, your style is unique and very special. I think you can wait." "Wait until Brother Ye finishes playing you.  Play again." Wuxie looked at Ruofeng indifferently, without saying anything, and gave up his seat and walked to sit next to Wang Lang.  Wang Lang didn't squint his eyes, but secretly said to Wu Xie: "If Feng is using his hands to kill you, he deliberately holds you high so that when you fall down, it will hurt even more. It would be a mistake for you to compete with them.  " Wuxie didn't reply. How could he not understand Ruofeng's little thoughts? But, what could this do to him?  He doesn't want to make friends with a few people anyway, so what does it matter what image he has in their minds?  Ye Xian walked to the guzheng and started the music with a snap of his fingers.  The style of his pop-up is a little strange.  "Joy, with a touch of iron-like hardness, turns the little birds that live in peace with the world into brave warriors wearing helmets and armors.  The cheers of the birds are more like the shouts of victory over the enemy. It is the pride of extreme joy.  And Phoenix has long been transformed into a general in military uniform, with one hundred thousand elite soldiers in his hand. With a single order, he can make the world miserable.  He played in a very peculiar style, and what appeared in front of everyone's eyes was a very peculiar picture.  It was a scene of a phoenix galloping across the battlefield with countless birds.  Indescribably domineering and wild.  But it doesn¡¯t make people feel abrupt, it¡¯s very harmonious.  The sound of the piano attracted dozens of birds, and they seemed to be the warriors in the song, standing upright around Ye Xian.  Like a soldier on standby.  After the song, the birds flew away. Ruofeng counted the number and congratulated: "Brother Ye, you successfully attracted seventy birds, you are really domineering!" Ye Xian stretched out his hand to push away his crazy long hair.  He said calmly: "My style is not the most outstanding and perfect, Wu Gongzi's is. I just heard a short piece and felt ashamed. Now I can listen to Wu Gongzi's music." Wu Xie did not step forward.  He just smiled lightly and said: "I don't think it's necessary. Your level is completely better than mine. If you show off like this again, I'm afraid I'll lose all my face." What I want is for you to lose face!  Ruofeng sneered inwardly.  On the surface, he said displeasedly: "Mr. Wu, you have such talent, but you keep pushing away, which really doesn't give us face. After all, we invited you with good intentions." "Okay then." Wu Xie walked to Qin calmly.  , the first sound popped up.  ¡°Zheng!¡± ¡°Slow down!¡± As soon as Wuxie played the first note, he was interrupted by Ruofeng.  This time, Wu Xie couldn't help but frown, and felt displeasure in his heart.  Yun Keer and Wu Cheng also felt that Ruofeng was a little too much.  As the saying goes, you can do one, you can do two, you can¡¯t do three!  He actually interrupted Wu Xie three times in a row. Isn't this embarrassing?  This is no longer a question of strength or lack of strength.  It's about respect and disrespect.  Wu Xie paused for a moment with the slightly serious expression on his face, smiled slightly, stood up, and said to Ruofeng: "Master Ruo, do you want me to step back and play again?" Ruofeng chuckled and said, "That's exactly what I meant.  ." Wuxie put away his smile lightly and sat back down next to Wang Lang with an expressionless expression.  Ruofeng sneered.  The most exquisite thing about his flattery is that every time Wuxie plays, it is after the previous perfect performance.  In this way, it is easy to show the contrast.  For the first time, no one would realize how bad Wu Xie¡¯s playing was.  But the more times it is played, the more people will be able to hear its flaws until it is played for the last time.  ¡°Everyone has already memorized the important transitions and tones of this piece of music. If Wu Xie starts playing it again, it will definitely not be described as terrible.  He achieved his goal and insulted Wuxie in a civilized manner.  It has to be said that this plan is invisible, similar to conspiracy and conspiracy. You can clearly see it, but you can't be sure whether the other party is plotting against you.  It¡¯s not as obvious as you kidnapping the other person¡¯s relatives or directly threatening the other person.  It seems like I am flattering you intentionally or unintentionally, just to make you fly higher and fall harder.  Of course, the technique used by Ruofeng was too clumsy, and he even?Ke'er can feel it.  " If it were the ministers in the court, their methods would be much smarter, and if Wang Lang used them, the effect would be much better.  Mingwan began to play "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix" on the pipa, and a familiar tune sounded in her ears.  She performs the most authentic style, winning purely with joy and joy.  No one was bored at all, and soon became intoxicated in the joyful atmosphere.  Perhaps, this is the unique charm of music.  A piece of music that has been heard many times will have a different flavor if played by another person.  While listening to the music, Wu Xie heard an anxious message from Nan Yuehong.  "Brother Wu, what are you doing? Why don't you show your strength? With your understanding of the music last night, you can defeat them with one hand. There is no good in hiding it, and you have to suffer, right?"  In response to these words, Wuxie still had no answer, his heart was still calm.  Now, he no longer has any interest in these arty things among the younger generation.  Indeed, there is no benefit in not showing one's strength, but what's the benefit in showing one's strength?  Is it just to win the title of the best musician in the world?  Just to win over these juniors who are obviously much worse than you?  In his opinion, competing with the juniors on the same stage does not make him feel proud. On the contrary, it is very pitiful, so pitiful that he can only bully the juniors and show off in front of them.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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