Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 445 Le Xi
And at that moment, everyone's breathing stopped again.

Ying Baoyue clenched her wrists tightly and was slightly startled. She raised her head to look at the young man who couldn't see clearly in the music shed, with a smile on her lips.

What Ji Jiashu held in his hand was just a piccolo.

"The Yellow Emperor sent Ling Lun to cut bamboo in Kunming, cut it to make a flute, and played it to make a phoenix." This is the origin of the flute. It is generally not the flute that dominates, but the bell and the bell.

That is the sound of gold and stone.

The sacrificial music presented to the gods of the sky requires the sincerity of the heaven and the earth and the virtue of the gods. For such a solemn and solemn occasion, heavy music is needed.

In the Shanhai Continent, the children of the royal family and nobles have to gradually learn to master various etiquette music and dances from the age of five.In the aristocratic class, music and dance are indispensable cultivation. Every son of a family has his own musical instruments that he is good at, but generally the ones who learn are bells and qin.

Among them, the qin is the most, because it is not only elegant, but also has the sound of gold and stone.

Like Ji Jiashu, it is really very rare to regard the flute as the instrument he is best at playing.

In people's previous cognition, the soft and melodious flute sound cannot control the solemn and heavy festival music at all.

Everything is as it should be.

Just before Ji Jiashu's flute sounded, there was a brief silence on the entire altar.

Melting into the silent air, amidst the rustling of leaves in the mountains and forests, it glows with a light green and slightly sweet transparent brilliance.

Young people from Southern Chu, wearing scarlet sacrificial attire, fresh crowns and tassels, and crimson robes, lined up and stood silently beside the altar.

All eyes were on the stage, but this time more eyes were not on the young man who was about to dance in the center of the altar, but on another figure in ordinary clothes in the music shed on the side.

In the quiet and sweet air, Ying Baoyue watched Ji Jiashu hold up the piccolo and put his lips gently on the blowhole. She couldn't hear his breathing, but she knew it must be extremely peaceful.

And the next moment, the musicians around him took the lead in playing. Since it was sacrificial music, the bells and drums would naturally go first.

After the bells and drums rang together, the flute sounded, breaking through the heavy bells and drums, and going straight to the sky.

The sound of the flute is the sound of the flute in everyone's memory.

But from the moment they heard the first sound, everyone held their breath unconsciously.

The boy's slender fingers are flying on the piccolo, with a long breath, and the melodious sound of the flute is unique to the flute, but in the melody that repeats and overlaps like singing, there is a strength that no one has ever heard before, tenacious, overlapping, and meticulous , slender, layer upon layer, soaring to the sky.

Layers are superimposed, layers are progressive, and one wave rises after another.Stacked into a thickness that no one can bear.

Hot and majestic, the huge emotion seems to be compressed to the extreme by the delicate sound of the flute, and after being concentrated to the extreme, it suddenly blooms with an overwhelming momentum.

Even the air seemed to be overwhelmed at once, and amidst the sound of the flute, the young people in Nanchu's crimson robes moved.

A long section of drumbeats and melodious and powerful flute sounds constituted the prelude to the dance. The next moment, the teenagers stepped forward in unison and sang slowly and slowly.

"The autumn orchids are like the moose, and the Luosheng is under the hall. The green leaves are like the plain flowers, and the fragrance is like the flowers."

This is the first sentence of Master Chu Ci's order, and it is also the beginning of everything.

When everyone was immersed in the gorgeous music and the dance of the teenagers in red clothes fluttering on the altar, while Ji Jiashu played in the music shed, a starry sky appeared in front of them.

That day, under the starry sky on the back mountain of the National Teacher's Mansion, but when he held onto the tree trunk and recited this sentence of Chu Ci, for the first time, he heard the woman's voice.

She asked, "Who are you?"

He said his name was Ji Jiashu and asked who she was.

And she said, "I am the Teng Snake."

It's really strange that he was obviously the former Qin god, but he would meet him when he was inadvertently talking about Chu Ci's command.

Ji Jiashu quietly played the piccolo in his hand. Although it was only for a short period of time, it was really pleasant to chat with that woman from afar.He can say anything, ask anything, she can answer anything, and she is willing to listen to his flute anytime.

"You play the flute so well, why do you always play it alone in the back mountain?"

"When I was eight years old, I accidentally realized Yinsha while playing the flute, and almost killed all my cousins."

Since then, he has rarely played the flute in front of people.Music can kill people. This should be an extremely complicated skill. Many people can't learn it if they want to learn it all their lives, but he doesn't know why he can do it without a teacher.There is often a fine line between saving people and killing people. The more people praise his flute, the more he can feel the fear of the other party.

Although he can now control himself freely and will no longer subconsciously hurt others, the self-blame and regret at that time will always exist in his heart.

"You don't have to care about it in front of me," the woman in the tree just laughed, "because I will too."

She said that she is also proficient in the technique of sound killing and will not be hurt by him.

He can play to his heart's content.

"Autumn orchids are green, green leaves are purple stems. The hall is full of beauties, and suddenly I am alone with Yu Xi. I don't say anything when I enter, and I don't say goodbye when I go out. I ride the wind and carry the cloud flag."

Amidst the chants of the Nanchu youths, the sound of the flute suddenly rose.

In the sound of the flute full of unknowable amount of emotion, the onlookers felt dizzy for a while, and even their eyes were in a trance.

Dazzled.

The sound of bells, drums and zither has already sounded, but these original protagonists have completely become the foil. The sound of gold and stone has been eclipsed at this time, and only the sound of the flute is left in everyone's ears.

Ying Baoyue's vision also became blurred, she clenched the clothes on her chest tightly, and sighed slightly in her heart, feeling grateful for the achievements of this young man, and also for the fact that he is actually her competitor here.

At this moment, Ji Jiashu, Chunhua Jun of Southern Chu, used a piccolo to create his own world.

It was obviously a musical note played for the gods, but everyone who was listening could feel pain in their chests.

"My wife has a beautiful son, why is Sun so sad?"

On the altar, the Nanchu youths danced again, as if stepping on everyone's heart.

The chief minister's order is in the clouds, and the young commander's order is still sacrificed in the world.

Whether it is God or man, there are things that one can only wish for.

Ji Jiashu blew faster and faster, the flute sound was melodious, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, blowing through the wind and snow, piercing the starry sky, the vigor of the flute sound became stronger and stronger, as if piercing everyone's heart.

At this moment, everyone seemed to see a young man asking the gods.

Step by step, step by step.

Step by step, one question and one answer.

Why do you have to choose this one?

Ji Jiashu didn't know what he was thinking at the beginning, until in the process of playing, he remembered the woman who talked to him through the tree and his initial feelings.

So this is ah.

He was not doing it for the Shao Si Ming whom he didn't know, but for another woman whom he had never met but talked to a lot.

What he may never see again is the girl who calls herself "Teng Snake".

Can't see each other again, can't get a response.

This can only be used as a farewell.

In the music booth, Ji Jiashu played non-stop, and sweat rolled down from his forehead.

"This... is really terrible..." Ying Baoyue heard Guichen Yingxun and others beside him muttering, and their ears were beating like invisible drum hammers, which made people feel palpitations. Emotions must be attracted by that voice.

Not only the feelings of the bystanders, but also the feelings of the dancers on the altar, and the feelings of other performers in the music booth.

All danced and played obsessively.

The sound of the flute is like a flying bird, circling straight up.

The next moment, the strings snapped with a bang, the bell lost its sound, and the sound of the flute rushed to its climax, leaving the last eternal hum.

"There is no sadness to be separated from life, and there is no joy to meet new friends."

Ji Jiashu sang softly.

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly at the climax.

Boom.

There was silence all around.

　The verses jumped in the article are all from "Chu Songs Nine Songs Shao Si Ming"

　　"There is no sadness to be separated from life, and there is no joy to meet new friends."

　　There is nothing sadder than a living parting, and nothing happier than a new friend.

　　"Historical Records" records: "The Yellow Emperor sent Ling Lun to cut bamboo in Kunming, cut it into a flute, and played it into a phoenix."

　　
　
(End of this chapter)