Sun and Moon Are Wrong: Traveling Through Time from Under One Person

Chapter 283: Great Sound is Silent and Great Image is Invisible

The Pipa girl was defeated, sighed softly, and slowly walked back into the house.

The moment she pushed open the door, she was stunned - the room was already crowded with sisters holding various musical instruments.

"Don't be discouraged, Xiaomei," a woman holding a zither stepped forward to comfort her, "that boy is quite capable, it's not shameful to lose."

Xiaomei shook her head, "I'm not as skilled as others, I need to practice harder."

"That's not true," another sister holding a flute interrupted, "When that bastard started to challenge us, we realized something was wrong.

He is really good at changing the style of music, he is just a nasty troublemaker!"

The women in the room echoed each other.

"That's right," an older lute player took over the conversation, "Although that guy is very good, he won't have so many tricks to play when he plays solo next."

A glimmer of hope flashed across Xiaomei's eyes, but soon dimmed again. She always felt that Meng Ning was more than just a capable person.

At this time, a little girl with twin ponytails squeezed into the crowd, "Sisters, I just overheard that annoying guy mumbling downstairs!"

"Oh? What did he say?" Everyone immediately became interested.

The little girl imitated Meng Ning's tone and said pretentiously: "This pipa girl is quite good, but choosing such a brisk tune in the early morning is simply courting death!"

"Bah!" Someone spat, "Arrogant guy."

Under the willow tree outside the door, Meng Ning was still sitting cross-legged. He ignored the audience's requests for another song and just waited quietly for Miaoyinfang to take over.

Seeing this, the onlookers became even more enthusiastic and cheered for Meng Ning.

The shouts of "Miaoyinfang is engaged in battle!" came one after another, deafening.

More and more people gathered around, and the scene became more and more lively.

Some clever spectators took advantage of the situation, brought over tables, and started gambling on the spot. The stakes quickly soared, and the crowd became more and more excited.

Afterwards, the door of Miaoyinfang slowly opened, and a group of graceful women filed out.

Each of them held a musical instrument, and their eyes were as sharp as knives, piercing Meng Ning.

Meng Ning was slightly startled: "Wow, this is quite a big deal. Is it going to be a round-robin battle?"

The leading woman said coldly: "Round battle? I'm afraid you don't have the qualifications."

Meng Ning didn't take it seriously and said calmly, "I'm pressed for time, please make it quick."

The leading woman snorted coldly, turned around and shouted, "Xiao Lian, go ahead! Show this arrogant brat a lesson!"

A young girl holding a pipa came out in response, nodded slightly, and a sharp look flashed in her eyes.

She cleared her throat and announced, "I am going to sing a song called 'The Overlord Takes Off His Armor'. Please enjoy it."

Overlord Takes Off His Armor is a piece of music composed by Tang Yingzeng, who was also known as "Tang Pipa" in the late Ming Dynasty.

Based on the Chu-Han Contention in Chinese history, the film depicts the decisive battle between Liu Bang and Xiang Yu at Gaixia.

I saw Xiaolian lightly plucking the pipa strings with her fingertips, and the notes were like pearls falling on a jade plate.

Everyone held their breath and immersed themselves in it.

The music gradually rose, from gentle to intense. Suddenly, the sound of the piano suddenly became fierce, like thousands of troops galloping.

Those who listen with their eyes closed feel as if they are on a battlefield, with swords flashing, shouts of killing shaking the sky, blood and flesh flying, and corpses everywhere.

The cruelty and madness of war were fully revealed by this woman's piano playing!

What followed was the tragedy, desolation, helplessness and despair of defeat.

When the music of the piano suddenly stopped, everyone seemed to wake up from a dream, as if they were present at the fierce battle in person!

Someone murmured to himself: "I feel the same way, just like the defeated general."

"What a skill!" someone exclaimed and took out some silver to reward him.

Others followed suit, and the sound of silver and money jingled.

After a careful count at the opening, he announced loudly: "A total of sixty taels!"

Xiaolian bowed slightly, but her eyes never left Meng Ning. She was waiting to see how this arrogant boy would respond.

Meng Ning felt the aura around him and secretly praised the girls in Miaoyinfang for having been immersed in this for many years.

He exclaimed in admiration: "Not only did you play the piece of music perfectly, but you also suppressed the collective momentum of me and the people around me. In just a moment, you turned my territory into your home ground. It's really amazing."

The person who comes is indeed not a good person!

When the girls heard Meng Ning's words "my home court", they secretly muttered in their hearts: "This young man is too shameless. It's obvious that you are the one who came."

The girls said coldly, "Young Master, stop talking nonsense. You are like a soldier who has lost a battle and there is no way to turn the tide."

An older woman added: “The erhu is suitable for playing sad music, not festive music.

Xiaolian chose the murderous music style, which turned the mood here into sadness.

If you choose a sad song again, I'm afraid no one will give you a reward, and everyone will only be more sad. "

Another woman sneered, "In this case, most of the Erhu music cannot be used. Young Master, what are you going to do now?"

Meng Ning frowned and thought for a moment. The other party was right. The erhu was indeed good at sad tunes, not festive ones.

Even when playing a happy song, it is hard to avoid a sense of disharmony. Unless...

Unless Meng Ning's selection of songs is so strong that even if the erhu has some flaws, the situation can still be reversed.

But this requires that his repertoire must crush the opponent's "Ba Wang Xi Jia".

But the pipa piece "Ba Wang Xi Jia" has already reached the pinnacle. Is there any other piece that can compete with it? Or even crush it?

Meng Ning took a deep breath and frowned.

"It really is a difficult problem for me," he muttered to himself, "but I have a solution!"

His eyes suddenly became firm. After all, behind him were two worlds and the accumulation of two eras!

If there is a song that can rekindle hope in the desperate, and make the defeated not give up and persevere to the end...

In Meng Ning's worldview, no other song can surpass it.

That is, The Internationale!

As Meng Ning slowly played the erhu, a gentle and deep melody sounded, as if telling a long-lost story.

The sound seemed to come from the depths of time, carrying with it a quiet power that gradually quieted the noisy crowd and immersed them in it.

A girl commented after hearing this: "This boy lost. The melody of this song is very simple, and it is completely different from Overlord Taking Off His Armor. It seems that this boy is just so-so."

The woman who was in charge of Miaoyinfang looked a little strange: "Although this song sounds simple, I don't know why, I always feel like a flame is burning in my heart."

Sure enough, gradually, Meng Ning's melody began to rise and fall, and the tension between the notes gradually emerged.

Meng Ning's expression became more focused, and his fingers moved more vigorously on the erhu strings.

Some old men had tears in their eyes, while the young men's faces were flushed, blood was rushing in their bodies, and an urge to break free of all restraints surged in their hearts.

For some unknown reason, the onlookers felt as if they were surrounded by flames. They wanted to roar and punch the sky.

Seeing this, Meng Ning advanced the tune, the tempo gradually quickened, and the melody became more passionate.

Then he started howling at the top of his lungs.

"Rise up... starving and cold slaves! Rise up! Suffering people of the world!"

When Meng Ning's powerful singing rang out, his voice was like a thunder, breaking the silence of the place.

In an instant, the pent-up emotions in the crowd were completely ignited. They began to wave their arms to the rhythm and loudly responded to Meng Ning's singing.

"My blood is boiling and I want to fight for the truth."

Everyone present was singing loudly. Although many people were tone-deaf, many people just followed their instinct and shouted along with the crowd.

But all the sounds, even the noises, can be perfectly integrated into this song, turning into surging waves, one higher than the other, impacting the hearts of all the people present.

Every syllable and every tone is transformed into passion and power in this song, making people's blood boil.

The women in Miaoyinfang were shocked by this powerful aura and showed disbelief on their faces.

The woman's heart was even more turbulent. The more she listened to the song, the more frightened she became.

She felt that this song could be played in all kinds of ways, with pipa, flute, piano, erhu, flute, suona, or even with nothing, no accompaniment at all, just singing it simply would sound good.

This song can be played at any time and in any form, blowing like a spring breeze, everywhere.

At this moment, the owner of Miaoyinfang thought of the highest realm of sound.

The greatest, most beautiful, and most advanced music transcends sound itself. It resonates through the heart and does not even need to be heard through the ears, but rather felt through the heart.

This is what it means, great sounds are silent, great images are invisible!

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