This is a wedding team.

The groom was dressed in black and red attire, sitting in front of the car, looking proudly. The entourage behind him was also dressed in black clothes dotted with red, and they walked with wind.

The band behind them would play a piece of music while walking for a mile. When they encountered a crowded place, they would also play a piece, attracting a group of onlookers to follow. Dozens or hundreds of people, adults and children, had gathered.

Gu Xiaobai and Xiao Mozi followed the convoy, and after the band played four times, they arrived at a village.

The village is not big. There is a big house at the end of the central road. In front of the big house, it has been decorated with lights and colorful decorations. Many people are waiting outside. They also invited a band to play outside. From a distance, you can hear the sound of blowing and beating. Look nearby.

A large circle of lively people gathered around.

This was obviously a marriage between two wealthy families. There were hundreds of helpers and spectators, which were more than what Gu Xiaobai had seen at the market.

After entering the village, the musician behind the groom's car started playing with his head bouncing.

As if trying to compete with the groom's musician, the girl's musician was not to be outdone. She just said hello and started fucking the guy.

The groom's car stopped outside the mansion, and the musicians from both sides played hard against each other.

You play the flute, and I play the drums, and you play the drums, and I play the cymbals, and you play a virtuosic flowery note, and I play a long, breathless sound. It's so lively when you come and go.

When the song was about to end, the musicians on both sides looked tired. The groom breathed a sigh of relief, and it was over.

All grooms who come to welcome their bride must be nervous and happy at the same time.

Just when Sina felt that the dust had settled and there would be no more complications, and she was happily about to come to welcome her bride, she heard a long sound of "woo" coming from not far away.

Then the three sounds of "WuLiLi↗WuLiLi↗WuLiLi↗WuLiLi↗..." sounded.

General Xiaobai was killed from the slanting stab.

The flute made by Gu Xiaobai is an E-key flute, which belongs to the alto flute. With the blessing of Gu Xiaobai's breath and the resonance of the flute membrane, it instantly overpowers the crowd.

No matter what kind of flute or what kind of sheng, no one could play it. They were all trampled underfoot by the sound of the flute.

The penetrating sound of the flute was like a sharp blade, cutting through the festive atmosphere and injecting a wisp of solemnity into it.

With a "wow" sound, everyone turned their heads subconsciously and looked at Gu Xiaobai.

The musicians also turned their heads, but six out of ten of these musicians were blind. They could not see with their eyes and could only listen with their heads tilted sideways.

Gu Xiaobai lowered his eyes and didn't even look at the crowd. His body heaved and his fingers trembled like tears, which instantly filled the whole place.

Almost everyone feels that their scalp is numb, their back is itchy, and every hair on their body seems to stand on end.

Then, the sound of the flute became low, and the wind blew the treetops, and the mournful flute sound shuttled among them. Apart from the sound of breathing and the wind, the only sound left at the scene was the sound of Gu Xiaobai's flute.

After a few descending phrases, Gu Xiaobai's body trembled again, his hands sank, and the Qi Tremolo dropped from his Dantian, making the sound vibrate like a sob, creating a more sad atmosphere.

Then, after a pause for two breaths, the descending tune sounded again. After the trembling timbre, a weak high note was blown as thin as a gossamer, lingering around the ears.

It breaks people's hearts.

The last time, Gu Xiaobai played the song "Qinchuan Love" with a murderous and domineering performance.

But today, all that is left is sadness, which is heartbreaking.

After half the song, everyone present was in tears.

I don't know who suddenly started sobbing, which was a bad start. The originally joyful scene suddenly became filled with sadness.

Modern people have a very high emotional threshold, so the emotion of music has always been enthusiastic, and the tunes and techniques are far more intense and advanced than the music played by these musicians.

Who has heard of this kind of music, this kind of technique, and this era? Who has seen it?

Among the musical instruments he had never seen before, the music he had never heard before, and the weeping flute sounds, Gu Xiaobai had already mastered the atmosphere of the whole place.

Even if he doesn't have his true appearance, even if he doesn't have amplification equipment, as long as this brain and this soul are still there, Gu Xiaobai will still be Gu Xiaobai.

With an instrument in hand, he is an omnipotent god on the stage!

Even if there is no stage and no underwear on!

Suddenly, a cry came from the courtyard, but it was the mother of the married girl. She couldn't bear it anymore and burst into tears.

"Oh... don't cry, stop crying... Zhongtu, go outside and see who is playing such mournful music. Give me a beating and drive him away!" It was the father-in-law of this married daughter.

I was unhappy and said loudly.

Then I saw a young man rushing out in the yard with several menacing followers.

It seems that this young man is the so-called Zhongtu.

"Brother Xiaobai!" Xiao Mozi had been looking at Gu Xiaobai with wide eyes, stars shining in his eyes, and a look of admiration on his face.

At this moment, his face changed with fear, and he grabbed Gu Xiaobai's clothes hard.

Growing up, Gu Xiaobai had seen countless people's adoring eyes. For some reason, when he saw the adoring eyes of Xiao Mozi, Gu Xiaobai, who could take everything indifferently in the past, felt a little proud.

Brother Xiaobai, I must be awesome.

Let me play something more exciting for you!

He glanced at the menacing big man who rushed out, blinked at the little moth, and showed no signs of panic at all.

Isn’t it just seeking death? What are you afraid of?

The worst he can do is get beaten again!

The aggressive Zhongtu was about to attack Gu Xiaobai. At this moment, the sound of the flute in Gu Xiaobai's mouth changed.

The song "Qinchuan Love" had reached the middle section, and Gu Xiaobai suddenly started playing while shaking his head.

The sad flute sound turned into a cheerful tune, making people can't help but sway along.

Zhong Tu, who was originally full of anger, just stretched out a big hand, but suddenly his body twitched, and the big hand he extended turned into a beat.

The bulging-eyed Gu musicians were more sensitive to music. At this time, they were nodding their heads to the rhythm of the music, like a group of turtles dancing in the sun on the beach.

The villagers watching the excitement were already holding hands and jumping.

Even the horse pulling the carriage was stamping its feet and shaking its ears to the beat, almost kicking out a follower next to it.

Zhongtu listened to the cheerful tune and nodded with satisfaction, this is so true!

He turned around and planned to go back and resume his life.

Seeing that Zhongtu was about to leave, the rhythm in Gu Xiaobai's mouth changed, and suddenly another long note was blown out, like a basin of cold water being poured down, and the cheerful mood instantly turned into sadness.

Zhong Tu's expression changed, he stopped, and wanted to turn around. The rhythm of the tune accelerated instantly, and Gu Xiaobai started shaking his head again.

The basin of cold water just now was boiled in an instant.

Zhongtu found that his feet couldn't hold back anymore and wanted to dance!

But it thought beautifully, and Gu Xiaobai's tune changed again, and another basin of cold water was poured on it.

Sometimes, rhythm is actually more likely to affect people's mood than melody.

If you speed up a slow and sad piece of music three times, you can make people fly happily.

Slowing down a dance song three times can make you feel heavier than when you go to work on Monday.

The tune in Gu Xiaobai's mouth did not change, but the rhythm changed unpredictably, sometimes faster and sometimes slower. This went back and forth three or five times, and Zhongtu really wanted to cry.

"Musician, what do you want?"

what do you want?

Gu Xiaobai stopped, put the bamboo flute in his sleeves, and raised his head.

Since you asked sincerely, I will answer you.

"We, brother and sister, have been in dire straits for many days, and we just want to exchange a piece of flute music for a bite of food."

"That's it?" Zhongtu glared, you just make us cry and laugh sometimes just to beg for food?

My sister is getting married today, brother!

"Come here, bring this musician some food!" Zhong Tu turned around and ordered.

There was nothing else today, but a lot of food was prepared. After all, there was a lot of help.

Behind, the little moth tugged at Gu Xiaobai's clothes.

"Let's bring some fruits by the way."

The little moth tugged at Gu Xiaobai's clothes again.

"Better have two more roast chickens."

The little moth finally stopped tugging on his clothes.

Zhongtu sighed sadly and angrily: "...Okay!"

Did I encounter a robber?

(Note: In fact, the volume of the Sheng is quite loud, but it is a modern Sheng. The ancient Sheng should not be that loud. Otherwise, there would not be an allusion of hundreds of people playing the Yu, playing the Yu indiscriminately to make up for the numbers. The Yu and the Sheng are similar instruments, and the Yu is more

bigger.

Note again: Is the emotional threshold of the ancients high or low? Long-term suffering life will make people numb, but they have not withstood the impact of various information explosions and various arts now, so... when faced with the appeal of art
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