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Chapter 656 Give back your Shuntian sword and exchange it for me
At the beginning of the second movement, the sound of the flute became calmer.

The surrounding light also dimmed, and Gu Xiaobai stood in the darkness, playing the flute quietly.

But the surface of the lake lit up, as if light was shining from under the water, attracting everyone's attention.

A small boat floats on the lake.

Around Hoan Kiem Lake, all eyes were on the small boat.

Suddenly, there was a burst of exclamation from all around.

On the surface of the lake, there was a black shadow stirring, and a big turtle swam up from the lake wagging its head and tail.

This picture is so realistic that in the dark night it is difficult to tell the real from the fake and the imaginary, and this big turtle still holds a gleaming sword in its mouth.

Shuntian Sword!
Seeing this scene made all the Vietnamese present even more excited.

This is the legend of Li Li, the founding monarch of the Later Li Dynasty!

Of course, one person in the crowd was more excited than the others.

Pei Guangrong stood up with a bang, staring at the lake.

On the surface of the lake, on a small boat, there was a figure standing vaguely.

Seeing that figure, Pei Guangrong's eyes widened, it really was me!

Wait, how does this guy know what I look like?
Thinking about the previous fight on the battlefield, which was so similar to the scene of his death, Pei Guangrong felt more and more strange the more he thought about it.

Of course he didn't know that this picture was actually intercepted by the system for Gu Xiaobai from his experience.

On the small boat, Li Li got the sword from the big turtle.

Its name is "Shuntian".

Follow God's will!

The long sword was raised, and the cold light shone!

In an instant, the scene returned to the battlefield. Li Li, holding the Shuntian sword, was fighting with another Ming army on the battlefield.

On the battlefield, you come and go, blood flows like a river.

When the two sides finally withdrew their troops, the setting sun was like blood, and the battlefield was littered with corpses.

Li Li raised the long sword in his hand, under the sun, the long sword was as cold as frost.

Across the battlefield, the main generals of both sides looked at each other from afar.

Then with a "clang", the bell rang.

Mingjin, retreat!
On the battlefield, the two sides collected the corpses, buried and burned them, interlaced with each other, but did not interfere with each other.

On both sides of the battle, the two generals looked at each other, separated by hundreds of meters, but they seemed to have made a decision at the same time.

Peace!

What is Suncheon?

The country and the people are in harmony, and the destiny is in peace!
The sound of Gu Xiaobai's flute became peaceful and gentle.

The general returned to the court to report on his duties, and the soldiers were disarmed and returned to the fields.

Forging swords into hoe plows, plowing the banks of the Red River.

When the flames of war are extinguished, the light of civilization is revived again, when the trade is restored again, when the borders no longer disturb each other, everything returns to peace...

The beneficiaries, of course, are ordinary people.

The picture flies across the fortresses, with smiling faces everywhere.

In the faint sound of the flute, there are parents' concern for their children, the wife's attachment to her husband, and the children's concern for their father.

Those faint thoughts, like the water of the Red River, slowly seeped into the hearts of all the audience.

How precious is peace.

The country is peaceful and the people obey.

This is destiny...

The second movement ends slowly.

At this moment, the whole scene was in chaos.

People have long stopped sitting in their seats, and most of them couldn't help but stand up, and some even walked to the lake.

At this moment, this lake is the real stage.

Around the steaming Hoan Kiem Lake, countless people were densely packed.

The third movement begins at this time.

The third movement: Return the Sword!
Give back your Shuntian sword, and exchange me for Yihuping!

The sound of the flute is cheerful and eager.

The bell shattered and did not disperse.

The bells and flutes are divided into each other, mixed but not chaotic.

On the screen, countless people emerged, rebuilding their homes and farming the land.

They are busy, sweating, but smiling.

On the river bank, where two soldiers died hand in hand, a young man with a hoe dug up the blood-soaked ground and planted the seeds.

Then, the seeds were growing rapidly, and the picture suddenly rose, and the blood-soaked battlefield had turned into a golden field.

No matter how people and cultures of China, Japan, Korea, and Vietnam change, one thing will never change.

Diligent.

Their hands can pick up a sword, but they never put down a hoe.

The deep nostalgia for the land is engraved in the bones of the Han cultural circle.

All the pictures gradually faded away, and on the Hoan Kiem Lake, the boat reappeared.

On the boat, a man stood at the bow with a sword hanging from his waist.

Suddenly, the lake water fluctuated, and the big turtle appeared again.

It moved its mouth in front of the bow, as if to say something.

On the boat, the man shook his head, as if rejecting its request.

He pointed to the north, as if he wanted to say what would happen to the north, and he would continue to use this sword to resist foreign enemies and continue to fight on the battlefield.

The big turtle shook his head and sank underwater.

In the next second, there was no wind and waves on the lake, and the waves were rough.

On the surface of the lake, the man had no choice but to throw the long sword in his hand into the water.

The lake surface gradually calmed down, and the big turtle came out of the water, biting the long sword, swinging its limbs, and slowly swam away.

The man stood on the boat, looking at the calm water like a mirror, thoughtful.

Give back your Shuntian sword, and exchange me for a Huping.

In fact, at this time, the meaning of the music is very obvious.

As long as you don't try to use force in vain, everything will be peaceful.

What's the use of a magical weapon like the Shuntian Sword?

Thus, it was peace for hundreds of years, and the north and the south lived in peace.

Here, Gu Xiaobai's intentions are also vividly expressed.

Today, today, but self-inflicted humiliation.

The third movement is the softest chapter in the whole piece.

But in terms of musicality, it is the movement that shocked Vietnamese musicians the most.

They have felt the power of Gu Xiaobai's bell and drum to shake hundreds of miles, and the power to change the color of the world with the sound of the bell.

But in this movement, the bell is soft like a baby's breath, smooth like chocolate, clear like a triangle, and playful like a music box.

The control of the tone is simply superb.

It can be steel or soft, big or small, what a miracle.

As for Gu Xiaobai's intention, this movement is also the sharpest.

Don't provoke an enemy you can't handle.

If Gu Xiaobai said this sentence in other ways, the whole audience would be blown up.

But at this moment, Vietnamese musicians can only listen quietly.

There was no room for rebuttal.

This is Gu Xiaobai's music!
This is Zhong Jun!
No, he is not just Zhong Jun!

How can a Zhong Jun describe his music in case?

This young man is the best musician they have ever seen in their life!

When the lingering sound of this movement dissipated, the scene was still so quiet that a needle could be heard.

After a few breaths of silence, suddenly, the bell rang again!
"Duang~~~"

The heavy bell shocked the whole of Hanoi.

The fourth movement: Rising Dragon!
The sun rises in the east, and the bell rings in the southern border!
(End of this chapter)