Although the little apprentice sister is weak, she can fight

After mumbling this to himself, Si Huangjing instantly came back to his senses, "Huh? What did I just say?"

Wang You had already withdrawn his gaze, as if nothing had happened, "You didn't say anything."

"Oh..." Si Huangjing nodded doubtfully, but his attention was quickly drawn to the situation on the stage. He covered his head with one hand and looked up at the crowd, "Is this... has the competition started already?"

With just the sound of four chords and a sweep of the strings, the crowd, which was originally immersed in discussing the previous challengers, suddenly fell silent.

A passerby who was joining in the fun couldn't help but frown and exclaim, "Are they going to fight or play the piano?"

Someone knowledgeable clapped their hands excitedly and said, "Hey! You're absolutely right. This song is called 'Farewell Sword,' and it tells the love story of a human general and a peach blossom demon. Although it's about love, it's set against the backdrop of war. It tells the story of a young human general who grew up under the guidance of the peach blossom demon. Later, the two of them came to love each other, but the general died on the battlefield after his last expedition. The peach blossom demon traveled thousands of miles to save him, but only found the general's sword."

Many people were attracted by the explanation and couldn't help but stop to listen.

"I didn't expect there was such a story behind this? If you put it that way, this song will indeed have a more intriguing flavor."

"In fact, for both the player and the listener, many songs offer one feeling when read alone, and another when combined with the story behind their creation. "Farewell Sword" alone easily evokes thoughts of war, but if you listen to the entire piece quietly, you'll notice a difference. It's said the score was co-created by the general and the Peach Blossom Fairy. It's tough yet tender, joyful yet melancholic, conveying both the excitement of mutual affection and the resounding success of a relationship, and the resentment of dying in a foreign land while the country remains at peace."

The man was clearly getting carried away, looking excitedly at the woman playing the piano on the stage. "But to be honest, this piece of music is extremely demanding on finger strength. This is the first time I've heard a woman play it! The musician this teahouse hired is truly skilled!"

Si Huangjing was also listening to the story. When the man finished, he couldn't help but nod slowly. "He's right. 'Farewell Sword' has always been the lifelong pursuit of many zither players. The entire piece includes more than ten fingerings, and both the speed and strength are difficult for women to control."

"This woman's playing feels like a complete rendition of 'Farewell Sword'." He followed Wang You's lead, leaning against the wall with his arms folded, and said, "This woman is quite a remarkable person."

Wang You looked for a moment, then suddenly stood up and walked to the main entrance of the teahouse.

Si Huangjing was listening intently, and only when he felt that he was alone did he come to his senses and turn around, "Hey? Where are you going?"

"Find someone."

try to find......

Si Huangjing was stunned for a moment, then he remembered that he still had something important to do, and hurriedly followed, "I'll do it! My identity is very useful! Just ask them to call the person out!"

"What kind of competition is this? How could that young man possibly win?"

"That's right! Hey! Come down here! You can't win!"

Shen Qiao stood in the crowd and watched.

The overwhelming momentum of the prelude slowly subsided, and the masterful control of dynamics and softness allowed the piece to flow naturally into the next section. It was as if the bloody battlefield that had just appeared before me was slowly dispersing with the wind, and finally the clouds cleared and the sun came out, and my mood became more subtle.

She had heard this piece before. The mood in the middle was mainly joyful and relaxed, supplemented by nostalgia and contemplation, and there was a stronger catharsis at the end.

From start to finish, it took at least half a cup of tea. The first half was actually very tiring. But the woman didn't seem to have any intention of stopping.

"Does she want to play the whole song?!"

“Oh my god, today is the day!!”

The crowd erupted in cheers of encouragement once again, and the cheers were endless, but the woman on the stage was not affected at all, and did not miss a beat.

Shen Qiao frowned, feeling worried.

If this woman was really poisoned by a Gu, her violent emotional fluctuations would inevitably accelerate the spread of the Gu's toxin. After the whole song was played, it would be difficult to save this woman.

'Owner...'

She was just thinking about how to deal with it when Zui Bugui sent her a message.

After coming back to his senses and listening to Zui Bugui's entire sentence, Shen Qiao's expression paused slightly, and then he immediately felt relieved.

"Okay, then do as you wish."

'Yes. '

The rules of this competition are that the challenger must wait until the pianist finishes playing before playing his own piece. The final result is determined by voting by 100 random people on the scene. The one with the most votes can continue to stay on the stage and wait for the next challenger.

A group of people listened nervously, and many of them simply cast their votes for the woman.

The game is not over yet, but the winner has been decided.

As the last chords fell, the woman finally lifted her hands from the strings. Meanwhile, after a brief silence, the crowd erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

"Qinxian! Qinxian! You deserve this title!!"

"That kid! Come on down! Just think of it as listening to the music up close! It's worth it!"

"Since this is a competition, please don't worry about anything else." The woman looked at the faceless person opposite her and spoke.

Zui Bugui didn't respond and didn't move for the time being.

The woman was just curious, but she saw that the man's hands on the head of the guitar were tapping rhythmically in turn as if unintentionally.

That calm demeanor piqued her interest.

He was counting the beats after she had just finished.

Do you want to continue the song according to her rhythm?

The woman snorted and shook her head.

After this song was passed down, some people did try to adapt it, hoping to give this sad and beautiful story a perfect ending.

But no matter how it is modified or continued, it loses its original flavor, so the original rhythm and melody have been maintained.

Zheng——

A strong scraping sound and a shaking sound from loud to soft suddenly sounded.

The sudden sound immediately stopped the noisy noises. Many people were stunned, and even the woman stopped moving because her attention was drawn to her.

Few could match her momentum, and many pianists felt that the emotional progression of the piece should be followed by a sense of relief, so their subsequent scores were mostly soft and melodious. But the person before them...

She settled down to listen, and not only her, but all the audience present also quieted down again.

The piano music continues, but the rhythm takes a sudden turn, almost catching up with the intensity of the beginning.

"This guy is too fanciful! Is this intensity of the follow-up song simply intended to win by momentum?"

"Tsk... He's a pretty good pianist, considering he can keep up with this woman's rhythm."

This feeling...

The woman kept waiting for the next emotional turn, but it never came.

This is an even stronger emotional outburst than the ending of the song, almost as if it were about to break the strings.