musicians of old

Chapter 337 The First Movement: The Poem of Awakening (14): Banquet
"What will the blessing emblem of the 'Fragrant Poet' look like?"

Twilight had already dawned when we turned back, and Fanning was thinking about this issue in the warm sea breeze, holding an inferior guitar.

He tried to ask Luna when he came, but he didn't get any valuable results.

But this is the first time he came to the southern country and played music, he vaguely felt an indescribable novel feeling.

If I have to describe it, it seems that I got the attention of a certain high-level being, and then "created something".

Of course, music performance itself is a creative process. As one of the most important procedures in mystic rituals, it is not surprising that it is watched and responded by the Lord of Witness...

However, Fan Ning felt that the sense of creation was very "concrete" in the short trial performance of just a few bars, and the resonance it brought to the astral body was also extremely strong-even the audience could perceive it, and he must be better than the audience. Also be clear.

The reason for the novelty of his playing is because of the divinity that vibrated the extraordinary string, or because he is in this "Fanghui Poet" realm, he is not sure now.

The sun is still lazily above the horizon and refuses to set. The flower beds, small shops, reed ponds and haystacks on the right of the two of them, and the coconut trees and beaches in the distance, all the scenery is shrouded in the charming red light of sunset.

Like being soaked in wine.

"If you can hear two or more parts, it's called polyphony. For example, just now it seemed that there was a melody similar to that of a ring finger, and there were also basses, and there were groups of cadenzas." Fan Ning still answered casually.

——Mr. Scheler chose the worst guitar, it must be because of his immaturity, he accidentally showed an expression of worry about the price, and then he saw it.

"Does 'Guide' mean priest?" So he tried to confirm.

Fan Ning knew that he was all in tatters and empty-handed before, and that he was able to bluff a little girl like Luna only with his face and mouth. It is normal for normal adults to treat him as a wanderer. He was ready to return to his original self just now. There is no telling which of the two plans is better than the other.

"The ring finger is 'da da da da'..." Fan Ning used the metaphor of onomatopoeia, "Break down the long sound with a certain duration into dense and fast unisons to play repeatedly, so that the melody will have Strange urgency and flow...it requires independence of the fingers, and it is not suitable for beginners to practice at first."

"What is a wheel finger?" she asked.

Hearing this, Fan Ning pondered for a moment:

"I can't do it in a short time." Fan Ning replied truthfully, "Its sound shape is very special, and it needs to be combined with tremolo and multi-part control as the basis, and the latter two are already relatively advanced techniques in classical guitar. "

She has been completely convinced that Mr. Scheler is a real trainee bard, and even his goal of obtaining the emblem of blessing is likely to be realized in the near future.

The hotel where the caravan stayed was an extremely spacious and embracing courtyard. The ground was fine white sand like a beach, and coconut trees, cacti, and exotic flowers and plants were planted in the corners.

"Ah, our Mister 'Guide'? What's the matter with him?"

"That's an important reason, and also to avoid getting lost."

"Is it possible for me to learn?"

Judging from her description, this person is likely to be a person with knowledge, and an official person with knowledge.

Fanning let out a "huh".

Fanning analyzed the information.

"Mr. Scheler, those few plucks you just made were really mysterious and mysterious creations." Luna was still immersed in the boundless darkness, the throbbing hallucinations and the rich fragrance of flowers after waking up.

"He made a good suggestion, I'll ask by the way."

"Then what is polyphony?" The little girl asked the second question, and immediately began to worry about whether she would be annoying. "Sorry, I seem to ask too many questions. It doesn't matter if you answer me in a few days."

"The level of detail of the map can never meet the requirements." Luna said, "Moreover, the land here is sparsely populated, and the rainforest, wilderness, and ocean are full of strange creations. It is easy to have some hallucinations and misjudgments during long-distance travel..."

"Lost?" Fan Ning was a little taken aback. "Would an experienced merchant not know the way? And... don't you have a map?"

...Isn't it just for a short time?Luna was happy because of this conclusion.

"Scheler, after holding a guitar, you look much more like a troubadour than before!"

Fan Ning approached the bonfire surrounded by a dozen or so people, found a place to sit casually, and put the piano beside him.

"Why do you need a 'guide' for travel? Is it because you will encounter robbers who rob you in areas far away from the city-state?"

Under the religious regimes of the Western Continent and the Southern Continent, the official sages and the Orthodox Church can almost be equated. If this is the case, it is more appropriate to gradually contact the Temple of Fanghui from Masai Neigu.

Ann stretched out her arms in the crowd, the fire glowing through her rosy flesh.

"In short, getting lost is a very common and easy thing to encounter, and sometimes it happens in a dreamlike trance."

But it took some courage to ask this question, mainly because of guilt and lack of confidence.

"No, the clergy are 'people who touch flowers'." Luna shook her head, "They are the existences that directly enshrine the 'Fanghua Poets', and merchant families like ours are hard to get them to help with money alone. "

"Okay..." Fan Ning nodded slightly to show his understanding, but he still found it hard to understand.

Twilight enveloped the entire courtyard, and several clusters of bonfires were lit in the middle. Someone was already turning wooden sticks with giant squid, sea cucumbers, and sea urchins on them. The smoke mixed with the aroma of seafood turned into a puff of smoke swirling in the sky.

"If we want to have a pleasant and perfect journey, we rely more on 'Guides' and guards to ensure safety together, and also rely on 'Troublers' to bring good luck... Of course, in a sense, safety And good luck go hand in hand."

Before departure tomorrow, the first night in the Southland will be spent here in Barkrisol Harbor.

"Tell me about Marseilles."

"Thank you." She slowed down her pace, bowed slightly, and quickened her pace to keep up.

So Massenecourt's motivation to treat each other with such courtesy inevitably aroused some interest in Fanning.

But later... If he hadn't believed in the impeccable camouflage of the "Fountain in the Painting", he almost thought that this person had recognized the great musician Carlone Van Ning—even though he hadn't toured before, but in the end According to the record sales report that I saw once, the Southern Continent accounted for 12% of the world market share.

Although it is an Italian composer's work, as an oriental person in my previous life, I tried this piece with strong oriental mysticism on a whim.

"Mr. Marseille Negu is an experienced 'guide', and he also has superb sword and spear skills." Luna shared the information she knew, "He is the honorary president of the Misin City Chamber of Commerce, the Duke of Falla Madam's guest, our experience of working together is not just this time, and the generous remuneration given by my father has allowed us to maintain a pleasant cooperative relationship."

An leaned over and was surprised after seeing its appearance:
"Oh my god, my sister, this is the result of all your shopping for so long, you actually bought him an inferior plywood guitar!"

"I..." Luna's face turned red and white.

Based on those subtle thoughts before, she was embarrassed to say that Mr. Scheler chose it himself, which made it impossible to explain the matter clearly.

She had no choice but to utter a feeble excuse thinner than a mosquito:
"I did not do it on purpose……"

(End of this chapter)