sbdcsierra Chapter 282 Miaoyinfang
Chapter 282 Miaoyinfang
Following Meng Ning's command, the crowd surrounded San Zhen and his group and walked towards the west of the fireworks land.
When the female spectators around heard that someone was going to challenge Miaoyinfang, they also began to follow Meng Ning and his group in a mighty manner.
"I heard someone wants to challenge Miaoyinfang!"
"Is this true? It's been a long time since anyone dared to do this!"
"Come on, go, go and watch the fun!"
In a blink of an eye, a large group of spectators followed Meng Ning. Meng Ning shook his head and smiled bitterly. He didn't expect that this farce would attract so many people to watch.
But on second thought, this is not a bad thing. Having more people can increase your power.
When they reached the outskirts of Miaoyinfang, the scene before them made Meng Ning and others slightly stunned.
In stark contrast to the smoky and chaotic streets outside, the atmosphere here is surprisingly elegant.
The men and women passing by were dressed conservatively and behaved properly, and there was no sign at all that this was a place of brothels.
"I didn't expect that there is such an elegant place in this place with such customs." Meng Ning couldn't help but admire.
The woman at the side explained: "The people who often come here are all scholars and scholars, so naturally we can't be too ostentatious."
Meng Ning chuckled, "I see, you want to go the high-end route, right?"
The woman was choked by Meng Ning's words, her mouth twitched, and she reluctantly replied, "That's about right."
The crowd continued to move forward. Every building on this street looked like a college, and there was a plaque with the words "Qin, Chess, Calligraphy and Painting" hanging on the door of every house.
If one had not seen it with one's own eyes, who would have thought that they were actually in such a place surrounded by willows and mist?
Just as everyone was pondering in secret, a leisurely tune came from the front.
The melody is relaxing and melodious, like the first ray of sunshine in the morning, soothing everyone's tired heart.
Everyone couldn't help but slow down their pace and listen quietly to the beautiful melody.
"Excellent!" someone exclaimed in a low voice, "This piece of music goes perfectly with the birdsong in the morning light."
Everyone nodded in agreement. Some people couldn't help but hum softly, attracting the attention of others.
After turning a corner, Miaoyinfang finally came into view. It was a three-story elegant building, simple yet elegant. On the balcony, a woman in a veil was playing the pipa. Her fingertips danced lightly on the strings, as if she had merged with the pipa.
Meng Ning looked closely and saw that the woman had skin as white as jade and a beautiful face.
But upon closer inspection, she was seen to be trembling slightly, obviously from the morning chill.
But she remained focused on her performance and was not affected by the outside world at all.
"What a dedicated girl." Meng Ning praised secretly, "She has superb skills and is able to endure hardships. If everyone in the academy is like this, no wonder Miaoyin Academy is so famous."
At this time, the girls leading the way looked at Meng Ning with a hint of teasing in their eyes: "Sir, do you still want to continue the challenge after seeing this?"
Meng Ning raised his lips slightly, with a hint of excitement in his eyes: "Why not? It's more interesting when masters fight each other."
"You are very courageous, sir." Someone on the side agreed to help. After all, these people were just spectators who came to watch the fun. If Meng Ning backed down, what fun would everyone have?
The pipa player on the third-floor balcony couldn't help but smile when she saw Meng Ning was here to challenge her.
She did not stop playing, but just slightly adjusted her sitting posture and continued to play the melodious music, obviously not paying attention to Meng Ning.
Meng Ning bowed to the woman upstairs, with a sly look in his eyes.
He formed seals with his hands, and slight ripples appeared around his body. In a blink of an eye, he displayed his innate magical power - traveling through time and boundaries freely.
Meng Ning's right hand disappeared out of thin air, as if it had passed through some invisible barrier. A moment later, his hand reappeared, holding a erhu!
At the same time, in Lao Wang’s house in the alien world.
Xiao Li was checking a pile of documents with a painful expression on his face when he suddenly saw a strange hand appear out of nowhere and reach straight towards the erhu that Lao Wang treasured. Then the erhu disappeared out of thin air.
He rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he saw.
"What the hell is going on today?" Xiao Li exclaimed, and rushed to the next room, "Master! Your erhu was stolen by a thief!"
Old Wang was annoyed when he heard this. He raised his hand and slapped Xiao Li on the back of his head. "What nonsense are you talking about? There's no time to worry about the erhu now!"
He pointed at the construction site outside the window and said, "Your junior brother's Wanfashu Academy is under construction. Go and keep an eye on the workers to see if there are any lazy ones. If the academy is not built solidly, I will punish you!"
Xiao Li rubbed his head and walked out of the room with a wronged look on his face. He looked back at the place where the erhu was originally, and muttered to himself: "Didn't the stinky old man cherish that erhu? Why doesn't he care about it now?"
Meanwhile, Meng Ning had already picked up the erhu and leisurely walked under a willow tree.
He sat cross-legged with the erhu on his knees, closing his eyes and listening to the performance of the pipa girl upstairs.
When challenging the opponent with a song, of course you cannot directly and bluntly disrupt the opponent's performance by using the volume or other tunes.
That will only destroy the coordination of the music, disrupt the performance of others, and make the music unpleasant to the ear. Not only will people not reward you, they may even scold you for making trouble.
The first step is to harmonize, follow the other person's rhythm, and play the other person's music together.
The second step is to add your own syllables at several key tonal transitions, forcing the other party to follow you and play to your rhythm for the harmony of the entire piece.
To put it simply, it is to use a few key syllables to lead him astray.
The third step is erosion. Once you lead the opponent astray, you can gradually change the style of the song with your own rhythm.
As the saying goes, tunes are the windows to the soul.
The confrontation between musicians is more of a confrontation between their states of mind than a confrontation between their music.
Moreover, each piece of music has its own style and artistic conception. When a qualified performer plays a piece of music, his state of mind will inevitably be the same as the meaning that the melody wants to express.
A happy person cannot hum sad words no matter what. Even if he forces himself, there will be flaws.
This is true for everyone, but musicians are more sensitive to it.
What Meng Ning needs to do is to use his own emotions to devour the other person, cover up the other person's emotions, and force the other person's state of mind and emotions to be consistent with his own.
It starts with harmony, continues with guidance, and ends with erosion.
The next moment, the sound of the erhu began, just like the breeze blowing across the strings of the pipa, so perfect.
The woman upstairs glanced sideways, a hint of admiration flashed in her eyes, but she continued to play without any expression.
Meng Ning's mouth curled up slightly, and his tone gradually changed.
At key syllables, he skillfully added his own rhythm, raising the pitch on flat tones, like a butterfly lightly touching the water surface, creating ripples.
When the woman's voice rises in pitch, the chorus falls in pitch and lengthens the syllables, laying a hidden foreshadowing.
The Pipa girl could still cope at first, but she had to adjust herself one after another to cater to Meng Ning's rhythm for the harmony of the whole music. The overall style of the music began to change quietly.
The onlookers stared with wide eyes, and some of them whispered, "This kid is quite capable!"
"Shh, don't make any noise!" The people around him hurriedly stopped him, fearing that the exciting part would be disturbed by the noise.
Meng Ning became more and more adept at it, and his voice sometimes sounded like the gurgling of a stream and sometimes like the sudden roar of thunder.
He poured his emotions into it, engulfing his opponent like a violent storm.
The woman who was playing on the third floor of Miaoyinfang felt as if she was being held tightly in the arms of a domineering and tyrannical man. She could not break free or resist!
She tried to break free, but found that her mood could only rise and fall with the sound of the erhu.
"What a domineering playing style!" she thought to herself, with a growing fighting spirit in her eyes.
Immediately afterwards, Meng Ning and the other woman played the piano back and forth, with the sounds of the piano interweaving.
The onlookers were mesmerized, as if they were in two completely different yet harmonious and unified artistic conceptions.
A scholar of letters murmured: "When high mountains and flowing water meet a soulmate, the harmonious sound of the zither and the harp moves the heart."
Others echoed: "Wonderful, wonderful!"
Meng Ning smiled inwardly after hearing this. There was no such thing as a harmonious relationship between two soulmates. Only his own style of music was constantly invading the opponent and completely destroying the enemy's style!
The reason why the man felt that they were in harmony was that his opponent was coerced by him and could not resist. He could only follow his style and had been completely led astray by him.
Victory is at hand!
The next moment, the sound of Meng Ning's strings suddenly changed, like a mighty river flowing eastward, unstoppable.
The Pipa girl was ultimately unable to resist and was engulfed by the majestic momentum. No trace of her own personal style could be heard in the piece anymore. Only Meng Ning, the performer, was leading the way.
When the song ended, there was complete silence. After a long while, thunderous applause broke out.
Everyone cheered towards Meng Ning, gathered in front of him and asked him to play a song.
Upon seeing this, the woman on the third floor of Miaoyinfang secretly praised, swallowed her saliva, and nodded slightly to Meng Ning to show her respect.
"Young Master, I am defeated."
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