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This time, the melodies of the Luoxia Qin and the Yueqin were completely separate.
Just as everyone finished listening to this part of the Luoxia Qin, before it was even over, the sound of the Yueqin striking the rock came crashing down.
I had only heard half of the Yueqin's melody when the Luoxia Qin's surging, bell-like sound reverberated in.
For a time, everyone felt like vomiting blood from listening to it; they couldn't even finish one melody along the way.
Lady Shehua, sitting on the judging panel, was slightly moved.
Xue Yanxiang's piano skills, honed through years of hard work, are beyond question.
Every strum of the strings is exquisite, full of emotion, and the sound is lingering.
The young man was equally unyielding, his fingers moving with the strings flawlessly.
Feng Nihong and Cen Qiong gradually revealed expressions of surprise and delight.
Actually, they didn't have much hope; taking this last step was just a desperate measure.
I never expected Young Master Fu to perform so perfectly.
He seemed to be the reincarnation of Liezi, his talent was extraordinary and terrifying.
Among the many ladies and daughters present, those with exceptional musical skills could still discern the well-organized and skillful play of the two musicians. Those less skilled, however, were completely mesmerized.
Later on, they could barely make out what the two people on stage were playing.
Basically, it's a never-ending cycle of you typing a sentence and me vibrating, like a hodgepodge of fish and bear's paw, completely...
It turned into a complete mess.
If there's anything different, it's that in the first two performances, Master Feng went crazy halfway through her performance and started doing a erotic dance.
Although the talented woman played the entire piece, her music was like fireflies under the bright moon; everyone was admiring the moon and had no interest in watching her.
Now, the boy's music is a complete mess, and Xue Dajia's is also in a terrible state.
It was clearly just playing the piano, but the two people on the stage seemed like swords flashing and countless weapons were exchanging blows.
Xue Dajia's qin skills were exceptional, needless to say.
This boy, whose name had never been heard of before, was not giving an inch.
They really didn't expect it.
It turns out that in An County, there was such a talented scholar who could rival the brilliance of the Xue family.
At the same time, Xue Yanxiang was already horrified.
She felt that the boy's "Gouzhong" was like an emotionless magical instrument, roaring wildly to a predetermined rhythm.
Her seductive voice was repeatedly interrupted, thanks to years of rigorous training and practice throughout the coldest and hottest winters and summers, which allowed her to maintain its flow without interruption.
What exactly is going on with this boy?
At such a young age, how could he have mastered such extraordinary musical skills?
Fu Hai, on the other hand, still had energy to spare, occasionally glancing around at the crowd to observe their reactions. This only fueled his confidence.
That’s right!
You rely solely on rigorous training in the coldest and hottest winters and summers, relentlessly honing your skills through countless trials and tribulations.
How could it possibly compare to me using cheat codes?
Chapter 217 Originally, I wanted to be a good person
Because Fu Hai was using the system's cheat code, he didn't expend much energy.
If I had to say, playing the piano does put a lot of strain on your fingers.
However, since he originally practiced the Dragon Claw Hand technique, he already had a foundation in finger skills, so it wasn't a big problem.
Only after "Striking the Bell" and "Yi Er" had finished playing did the entire Qiwutai Terrace quiet down.
The entire venue fell silent; no one spoke, whether on stage or in the audience.
Feng Nihong and Cen Qiong exchanged a glance, both delighted.
Although it was a mess just now, with the two singers on stage playing conflicting tunes, it was still possible to make out that Xue Yanhong was somewhat exhausted by the end.
As for the others, they were completely stunned and their heads went numb.
It's like two paintings being torn to shreds, thrown into a plate, and then the messy fragments being shaken up again and again.
It's impossible to tell which is good and which is bad.
But then Lady Shehua, seated on the judges' platform, said calmly, "This match was a draw, with no clear winner. Of the three matches, Mihuanglou has won two and drawn one, so they should be considered the victors."
Feng Nihong's expression changed.
Cen Qiong couldn't help but say, "Madam! Young Master Fu didn't make a single mistake from beginning to end, but Master Xue's melody became slightly weak towards the end..."
Lady Shehua remained expressionless and said, "Even so, the way of the zither is also a way; one expresses emotions through the zither and enters the way through emotions."
"Master Xue's decadent music is rich in emotion. This talented Fu's muddy music, however, is all technique and no emotion; it is nothing more than a mere display of skill."
"In my opinion, Master Xue excels in the Way, while Scholar Fu excels in technique. They each have their own strengths, so I judge it to be a draw."
Cen Qiong was secretly furious. She had already admitted that Xue Yanxiang was inferior in the final contest, yet Xue Yanxiang still brought out an empty...
To explain things in a general sense, we need to use the concept of "Tao" (the Way).
The bias of this Lady Shehua, who came from a noble family, was clearly self-evident.
The many ladies and daughters were all bewildered; they could no longer distinguish who had won and who had lost.
Lady Shehua holds a prestigious position and is renowned for her appreciation of the zither. As her judge, she should be infallible.
Although Cen Cainu argued, she was originally on the side of Fengwu Pavilion, so it was only natural for her to speak up for her own people, and her argument should not be taken as a reference.
But then a soft laugh was heard.
Xue Yanxiang, with her seductive voice, looked at the young man opposite her:
"I never imagined that such a small county as Anjun would be full of hidden talents. Although we couldn't determine a winner this time, the young talent Fu has already achieved so much, his future is limitless."
"When the Mihuang Tower opens in the city, I be sure that you, Mr. Fu, will come and visit often. I will certainly treat you with great hospitality."
As soon as she said this, the ladies and young ladies in the audience couldn't help but start discussing: "This talented young master Fu was actually able to fight to a draw with Master Xue? He's so young, yet he has such skill with the zither. Isn't he already a prodigy?"
"It seems like this is the first time he's played 'The Gu Zhong' (鷇钟) on the piano. His talent is just too amazing!"
"I never imagined that our An County would have such a talented young man hidden away. He is truly remarkable."
Amidst the murmurs of the crowd below, Xue Yanxiang glanced at the pale-faced Feng Nihong and Cen Qiong below the stage, a hint of smugness in her eyes.
Of course she knew that, if she really wanted to argue, the boy on the other side should actually be considered the winner.
However, in such a chaotic melody, the difference between winning and losing by a hair's breadth was so small that, apart from her, Madam Shehua, Feng Nihong, and Cen Qiong, the very few others could not discern the difference.
Lady Shehua, however, was on her side!
The boy opposite her also glanced at her at that moment.
She scoffed dismissively... Still too young!
This world is not as simple as you think.
Lady Shehua continued from below the stage: "Although this round is still undecided, the contest between Fengwu Pavilion and Mihuang Tower has resulted in two losses and one draw, which is a loss for them."
"As previously agreed, the museum should close now, vacate the premises, hand over the sheet music for 'Striking the Bell,' and should not be played again in the future..."
But then a loud, youthful voice rang out: "Wait a minute!"
The others quieted down and looked at the boy.
The women in green and pink behind Xue Yanxiang also looked at the young man with mocking expressions.
Not convinced?
Even if you don't agree, you have to hold it in!
The young man said in a deep voice, "Since we have not yet determined a winner, we should have another match until a winner is decided."
Xue Yanxiang chuckled and said, "You want me to try another round?"
Fu Hai said: "Now that we've entered the arena, how can it be considered a competition if we don't determine a real winner or loser?"
"This contest wasn't originally supposed to be a best-of-three match. Are you scared? Of course, it's normal for Master Xue to be worried about losing and looking bad, given her age and declining looks."
Xue Yanxiang is certainly not old.
She's only twenty-eight years old, and with her good looks, she's in her prime.
But it is also true that she is a full twelve years older than this boy.
Hearing the young man say he was old, Xue Yanxiang was secretly furious.
Cen Yao also ran to the vicinity of the stage and, together with the girls from the Phoenix Dance Hall, finally began to play a role: "It's normal for Aunt Xue to be afraid. She's so old. If she continues to compete, it would be too embarrassing if she lost."
"What 'auntie'? She's almost an old lady."
"No way? She looks only thirty-eight."
"Why do I look like I'm forty-eight?"
"In short, if she has a grandson, he'll be almost as old as Young Master Fu. Of course, she should know when to quit while she's ahead. How embarrassing would it be to lose?"
The female students at Mihuanglou immediately started hurling insults at each other.
But this is, after all, the Phoenix Dance Pavilion's home ground, and there are more people there. Besides, it's always easier to insult someone than to praise them.
Although Xue Yanxiang is only twenty-eight, even a twenty-eight-year-old woman hates being told she is old.
Besides, she had actually lost just now; she could fool others, but she couldn't fool herself.
The ladies and daughters in the audience were also whispering among themselves, since it hadn't been said what would happen if the two tied.
After the draw, it seems reasonable for this young master Fu to request another match to determine the winner.
Xue Yanxiang plucked a string, and the sound vibrated and spread, silencing the entire audience.
At this moment, almost everyone in the Phoenix Dance Pavilion had gathered there, and with the addition of noble ladies and young ladies who had come to watch the battle after learning about the event, the number had exceeded two hundred.