The most bullish Taoist temple in history

Chapter 392, Guqin Rhyme
Faced with Mr. Zhan's wild words, Li Yu was a little angry and said solemnly.

"Western music and Chinese ancient music have their own development, and each has its own merits. You don't have to slander the other just because one of them develops well."

"Am I wrong? Ancient music and ancient paintings pay attention to [Xiyi], do you know what it means?" Mr. Zhan said calmly: "Xiyi is invisible. If you can’t draw a real shape, use [Ideology] 】To fool the past, it is obviously just a pile of splashed ink, and it is ridiculous to force it to have an artistic conception. Point, these 'famous paintings' are the favorites of money laundering transactions, after all, they are [art], and their value is immeasurable."

No one refuted what he said, and laundering money with famous paintings abroad has become a common and basic routine.

"We have special concerts for Western music, but do we have Chinese ancient music? Yes, of course, but I don't know how small the scale is." Mr. Zhan continued: "Whether it is Chinese ancient music or Chinese painting, there are The pure zz factor is greater than the actual factor. Who are the people who listen to it? We young people are more pragmatic, so we don’t follow your style. We only listen to real music, really melodious music!”

At this time, Mr. Zhan sneered.

"It's useless to talk too much. You'll know when you're on stage. There's an old saying in our country. It's a mule or a horse. You'll know when you pull it out."

After speaking, Mr. Zhan went to prepare his own performance.

"The piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are the charm of Chinese culture, and the recognition is so low." The voice of the system was also a little surprised.

Li Yu was the only one left in the waiting room, shaking her head.

"It's related to the widespread Westernized education and cultural immersion. In fact, I didn't know at the beginning that their sense of identity with the Chinese guqin was so low."

"Grandpa Zhang, I still feel uncomfortable with your decision." A white-collar beauty who looked about 30 years old, well-dressed, with a charming brow shook her head and said, "I can understand what you mean. If you want to train students There is everyone’s enthusiasm for the national rhyme but”

"but what?"

Zhang Zexing, who was in the special seat, smiled slightly, and at the same time turned on his own thermos, drinking the hot tea in it, with a relaxed expression.

The white-collar beauty's eyes flickered, and she gritted her teeth and said, "But you can't let a Taoist priest of unknown origin play it. There are quite a few guqin masters. Let alone you, they will come here just to promote the national rhyme." what."

Zhang Zexing said after taking a sip of hot tea.

"Xiao Qing, just go and play with my good grandson at this time, don't worry about me, I'll just enjoy my music silently, and just call me grandpa, don't add me last name."

The white-collar beauty named Xiao Qing blushed, but she still said, "I don't care if he plays by himself."

Finally Xiao Qing sighed.

"Okay, grandpa, if you really think that Taoist priest is good"

"Xiaoqing, let me declare first, I have never heard of Master Li's piano music, and I don't know the specific level." Zhang Zexing said with a smile.

"Haven't you heard of it? Dare to let him take the stage if you haven't heard of it." Xiaoqing felt that she had heard it wrong, and said in amazement: "Grandpa, this matter can be big or small. When it gets bigger, they can even attack You abused your power for your own selfish desires, this matter is not a joke, you let such a person who has never met and whose level is unknown to play this."

"Relax, relax, I believe that Master Li can hold the finale position. Not because of anything else, but because he is Master Li." Zhang Zexing looked serious.

"I don't know what ecstasy soup that little Taoist gave you, forget it, and then think about how to publicize things on the Internet." Xiaoqing looked helplessly at the stage that was about to start, and complained again : "Well, I can already imagine what will happen next, what will happen to a young Taoist priest who doesn't know how good he is, when he faces elites who have graduated from the top music academies around the world."

Zhang Zexing just chuckled, continued to drink his tea, and waited silently.

Soon, a young man came and sat beside Xiaoqing, who was the grandson of Zhang Zexing.

"Xingda, persuade grandpa." Xiaoqing immediately stuck to the young man beside him.

"Persuasion? Is there anything to persuade you?" Zhang Xingda asked doubtfully.

Xiao Qing immediately told Zhang Xingda about the matter.

Zhang Xingda was a little surprised and said: "That Taoist priest, I think it should be. There will be no problem."

"Why are you also obsessed, how could it be okay." Xiao Qing said in amazement: "Let's not talk about his level, I have also learned about Guqin, and only old people can play the charm of the piano. How can Qing play the guqin rhyme when he has never experienced anything before?"

Zhang Xingda looked at his leisurely grandfather and shook his head.

"That Taoist priest is a little different from the Taoist priests you have seen, he is very special."

At this time, Zhang Xingda hesitated for a moment and said: "Frankly speaking, when I saw him for the first time, I hated him very much. I hated him from the bottom of my heart. I always feel that I have known him for a long time. There is no hatred in it, alas, how strange."

Xiaoqing subconsciously felt that the Taoist priest was a very annoying person, so she pouted.

"Don't worry, the Taoist priest you hate may be about to make a fool of himself later, he didn't think twice about himself, so he dared to appear at the loud concert where the elites gathered, hum. He will know why he was wrong by then, I hope he really has two brushes that can shock the audience..."

Zhang Xingda smiled, put his arms around Xiao Qing, just looked at the stands, wondering what he was thinking about.

There is no fancy host, only the lights go dark, and the beautiful appearance, violinist, drummer, piano player, conductor.

There was no applause, and everyone just looked at the stage quietly.

The conductor bowed gracefully and waved the baton in his hand.

Show, start.

A melodious voice sounded
The sound of keys, strings, strings and percussion.
Zhang Xingda also closed his eyes and listened to the music.

"It's just the most introductory song, Canon, and it can be played so beautifully by them. It's worthy of being the students of the top 10 colleges."

Xiaoqing was also immersed in the symphony, and at the same time glanced at Zhang Zexing, muttering.

"Grandpa should be in a hurry now, seeing their performance at this level"

(End of this chapter)