The drizzle was falling at every turn.
Before Yue Izuyun and Dao Wuhen arrived at the book market, the drizzle above their heads had already forced many roadside vendors to pack up their stalls and go home to repair.
Although such drizzle did affect the business here, it was nothing to Yue Izuyun and Dao Wuhen, so the two naturally continued to search in the book market.
Within a moment, the two of them heard the sound of a faint flute coming from a nearby height.
Jingmoxuan.
Looking up, there is a simple plaque.
Although it is not very gorgeous, the more vicissitudes of this kind of thing, the more it reflects its status.
This is the largest poetry club in Qingjiang City.
Looking at the plaque, it has obviously been there for more than a hundred years.
"Brother Yue, how do you like this song?"
Dao Wuhen asked with interest, "I just felt the atmosphere here according to what Brother Yue said, and sure enough, the sound of the flute seemed to have understood the atmosphere here.
The melody is beautiful, but this It’s a different feeling but also fresh.”
Yue Izuyun nodded when he heard the words.
The sound of the flute in his ears was indeed the same as Dao Wuhen's description.
However, Yue Izuyun couldn't help but frown immediately.
He couldn't help but said: "The music is a good song, but the person who plays it is The technique is too raw, besides, this is a gentle song.
Perhaps the player thought that playing the piece according to its original feeling would be a bit dull, so he chose to use the air tremolo technique to express it in some small details of the pitch change.
Although this is correct, forget it.
Brother Hen, let’s go in first.”
Dao Wuhen nodded.
Although he still didn't understand some of the words mentioned by Yue Izuyun just now, it was obvious that the young man in front of him did not think that the performer at this moment had the strength to compare with him.
"Brother Yue is really direct."
Dao Wuhen chuckled softly and followed Yue Izuyun into the poetry club.
He saw that the first floor was full of poems, books and calligraphy, and the sound of the flute was coming from the second floor.
The boy at the door wanted to stop the two of them, but when he saw Tingzhu Weiyu behind Yue Izuyun and the Xue Feng Bing Wang Flute on his waist, he immediately regarded the two as literati from other places, so he didn't stop them.
He stopped him and watched the two of them go upstairs with a bit of awe.
Compared to the crowded tables and chairs downstairs, the second floor suddenly seemed much more spacious.
Several windows are wide open, allowing the light on the second floor to become naturally bright, and at the same time, you can feel the refreshing breeze outside the windows.
There are only some chairs in the room, and only a table and chairs are placed in the open space in the middle.
The sound of the flute came from there, but to Yue Izumo's surprise, the person playing the flute at this moment turned out to be a woman wearing an aqua gown.
The two of them found a random place to sit down without making any noise or disturbing anyone.
"I didn't expect that the person playing this piece of music would be a girl.
Although I don't understand music, I can tell from the seriousness of this girl at this moment that she must be someone who likes music."
Dao Wuhen lowered his voice and used said a voice that only two people could hear.
Yue Izuyun's brows skipped a trace of recognition, but then he said: "She is indeed very serious, but there are some things that cannot be achieved by being serious."
"How do you say it?"
Dao Wuhen asked with interest.
Yue Izumo shook his head: "This song should end soon.
Let's talk after listening to it."
Dao Wuhen turned around and sat upright.
Seeing this, Yue Chuyun couldn't help but joked: "Brother Wuhen, do you know the rules in my Fengming Pavilion?"
"What rules?"
"If a disciple in the sect gets married, three tests must be arranged by someone in the sect.
This test is prepared for the disciple who is getting married and her sweetheart.
The two of them work together to crack the three tests, so that the disciple who is about to get married can leave.
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He left his master's school, so if anyone wants to marry a girl from my Fengming Pavilion, he must know some music," Yue Izuyun said with a smile.
Dao Wuhen was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but think of his empty right hand and Wen Xing left in Fengming Pavilion.
Then he stopped and Izuyun continued: "I haven't tried the feeling of asking questions.
If I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely give it a try."
It’s going to be hard.”
After Yue Izuyun finished speaking, the smile on his lips became brighter, while Dao Wuhen's expression changed slightly, but he became more serious when he listened to the sound of the flute.
"There are many idiots in the world, but Uncle Green Sleeves has met a nice person."
Yue Izuyun secretly thought to herself, but when she heard the sound of the flute finally died down, the woman in front of her stood up and bowed to the scholars around her.
Then she put down her bamboo flute and said, "This song Jiangnan Rain is Wanying's new work.
I am showing off today, please."
Please give me some advice."
Yue Izuyun nodded.
Although the woman named Wanying in front of her said that she was showing off her embarrassment, her eyes could not hide the joy in her heart.
This piece of music is both excellent in terms of melody and artistic conception, and the woman in front of me is only in her early twenties.
It is indeed extraordinary to be able to compose such an excellent piece of music at such an age, so she should be a little proud of it.
When the woman named Wanying's voice fell, there was a burst of cheers from the second floor.
Then she heard several elegant scholars around her standing up to make comments.
Most of their words were compliments.
When they fell into Wanying's ears, the smile on her face finally became a little more friendly.
"You two gentlemen are from out of town."
A smiling voice came from beside them.
Yue Chuyun and Dao Wuhen turned around at the same time, only to see a slightly fat man sitting on a seat not far from their own seat, looking at them with a smile.
Then he walked over to the two of them with the bamboo flute in his hand, looking a bit familiar.
"Although this girl Wanying does not often appear in the poetry club, her talent in music is not inferior to that of the chiefs of several major academies in Qingjiang City.
When you two came to Qingjiang City today, you can hear Wanying The girl's flute sound is really lucky.
How many literati and scholars from other places want to hear Miss Wanying's flute sound, but they often come back disappointed. " The little fat man lowered his voice, as if you were lucky, and Dao Wuhen suddenly wanted to laugh.
However, Dao Wuhen did not speak, but just looked at Yue Izuyun and asked: "Brother Yue, what do you say?"
"It is indeed rare."
Yue Izuyun said with rare admiration.
The little fat man laughed so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes.
Then he looked deeply at Yue Izuyun and Yue Izuyun as if they were brothers, and then he looked at the girl Wanying in front of him again.
The eagerness in his eyes was unreserved.
"Jiangnan Rain in Jiangnan Rain, it is really indescribable to be able to hear such a Jiangnan Rain in such misty rain."
Yuechuyun first praised, and then continued: "But this song is too graceful.
It's heavy and lacks grandeur.
Although the melody and artistic conception are excellent, there are a lot of flaws overall.
Although this girl has a voice in her heart, her technique is a bit jerky, which makes the piece less agile than it should be. ,pity."
The poetry club suddenly became quiet.
Yue Izuyun's voice was not loud, but it was enough for everyone to hear clearly.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Yue Izuyun, including some suspicious eyes.
However, Yue Izuyun still sat upright with his head held high, and even Dao Wuhen beside him was extremely calm.
The next moment, Yue Chuyun finally placed a hand on the jade flute on his waist, and Dao Wuhen's eyes flashed with anticipation.
Although Tsuki Izumo's words just now were too direct, looking at his appearance, I thought that the next flute sound would be an extremely wonderful enjoyment. s: Daily Amway, Deng Ziqi’s Taohuanuo, is not very good, that is, the single is repeated all day long: