At this moment, Zeng Jia returned to the table and sat down, and said to Yan Fang, "Miss Yan, my mother said you are so beautiful." Yan Fang's rosy face had turned purple, and she felt extremely embarrassed, and said angrily: "Don't talk about these things, I'll leave if you say anything." Zeng Jia was afraid that she would get up and leave immediately, and said, "Okay, I won't say it. The performance begins soon. Who would be the first one?" Yan Fang shook her head, and Zeng Jia said proudly: "You will be surprised when you see it."

Suddenly, the wind roared, tigers roared, apes roared, and birds chirped, making me feel like I was in the jungle. Looking at the stage, I saw a big man holding a whistle stick in one hand and a wine pot in the other hand. He shook his hand in three steps and two steps, and drank it towards the sky in five steps, and slowly walked into the center of the stage. The big man said to himself: "There is a big white worm on Jingyanggang. Wu Er, I am not afraid of the earth, or a beast?" He shook his body and continued to move forward, and kept drinking the wine in the pot, as if he could never finish it.

Guo Rong said, "Isn't this Wu Song fighting tigers on Jingyanggang? It's also Changde Sixian's performance?" Zeng Jia said proudly: "Wu Song fighting tigers all over the world knows, but do you know who Wu Song is?" Guo Rong and Yan Fang both shook their heads, and Yun Zhengting said, "Is it Cao Xian, a Wuling martial artist?" Zeng Jia said proudly: "That's right! Cao Daguan is the Beidou of Mount Tai in the Wusheng Realm, and is also the master of the fourth brother. Only Zengjiazhuang can have such a great face if he can invite him."

After hearing this, Guo Rong was not in the mood to watch Wu Song beat the tiger. He thought about it and gave Yan Fang a wink, and said softly: "Zengjiazhuang is indeed powerful. He dominates the world. Everyone in the world has to give face." Yan Fang said: "Although the emperor is now powerful, he may not know that on the shore of Dongting Lake, there is Zengjiazhuang with stronger power than him and greater than his palace." Zeng Jia said proudly: "That's right. Take this Changde Sixin as an example. Even the emperor may not be able to appreciate such a wonderful performance." Yan Fang said: "It is said that Cao Xian, a martial artist in Wuling, has only performed in Zengjiazhuang?" Zeng Jia said: "That's not necessarily. But since he became famous, he has performed in three places." Guo Rong asked: "Which three places?" Zeng Jia said: "He is his own theater, Zengjiazhuang, and the Chu Prince's Mansion." Yan Fang said: "Zengjiazhuang is indeed rich!"

Guo Rong suddenly asked, "Why can Zengjiazhuang be rich?" Zeng Jia said proudly, "Everyone says that our family prosperity depends on the treasure of maintaining the house." Yan Fang asked in surprise, "What treasure of maintaining the house?" Zeng Jia said mysteriously, "You can't talk nonsense, there are ears in the next seat." Yan Fang and Guo Rong looked at the left, and there were four people sitting at the table, but they didn't say hello to Zeng Jia, and they didn't know where to come from. Looking at the back, Zeng Xing, his biological mother and aunt. Yan Fang asked softly, "Third Master, you just go."

Tell me, what kind of treasure is this treasure of the house? Can Zeng Jiazhuang be so prosperous?" Zeng Jia leaned into Yan Fang's ear and said a few words. Guo Rong looked at his mouth and seemed to be talking about "Nine-generation treasure jade". Yan Fang had to continue asking, but Zeng Jia pointed to the stage and said, "Let's fight the tiger!" Guo Rong looked at Yan Fang and saw her nodding, he knew in his heart that he was talking about "Nine-generation treasure jade". The two of them had no intention of watching the tiger, and they were thinking about how to find out more information.

Wu Song swung his fist as big as a sand bowl and played the big white worm with a wild look. After a while, the tiger lay on the stage and did not move. Wu Song murmured, "Hmph, I thought it was some great worm, it turned out that it could be beaten by Wu Er San Wu and fist. Hahaha!" After saying that, the wind roared, and Wu Song leaned over and carried the tiger on his shoulder, and said, "Go to Qinghe County Government to receive the reward, and you can buy a few pots of wine to drink!" As he said that, he left "Jingyanggang" and left, and the empty stage was quiet.

Suddenly, the music sounded soft and low. Guo Rong could hear it was the tune of the Erhu. But he saw a woman slowly climbing onto the stage from behind the stage, wearing a white veil, carrying the erhu, and pulling the strings of the piano. After walking onto the stage, he sang in a low voice while pulling the erhu: "There is no smoke in the autumn water of Nanhu at night, can you ride the flow and go straight to the sky? Then, just buy the moonlight in Dongting and buy wine by the white clouds." The woman sang in dialect. Although Guo Rong was not very clear, he could probably understand the meaning. While listening to the long sound of the Erhu, the song was melodious and beautiful, combined with the semi-clear and clear dialect, the artistic conception was hazy.

The masked woman playing the erhu turned lightly on the stage, and the erhu music stopped just when she stood in the northwest corner. The woman stood there and only the corner of her clothes swung slightly.

At this moment, a clanging sound suddenly sounded, and the drums sounded. Then, the drum sound turned into a small step sound, and two women in white cloth were also wearing masks and walked onto the stage gently with the sound of steps. It turned out that there was a cowhide drum hanging in front of both of them, beating the drum with a palm, and hitting it quickly. The rhythm of the beat was exactly the same as the golden lotus, just like the music stepping out. The two women came to the center of the stage. As the drum sounded gradually and thinner, the erhu music sounded again, miserable and melodious, and tear-jerking.

At this moment, another woman turned from behind the stage, wearing a veil, wearing a white shirt, and walking on the lotus. After more than ten steps, Bai Juan in her hand shook and turned into a vertical Xiao, gently placed it beside her red lips. The Xiao sound rose in resentment, which made people even more sad. At the same time, the drum sound rose again, with a slow rhythm and a loud sound, just as it fell when the Xiao sound fell. The drum sound, Xiao sound, and Erhu songs were played together, and everyone in the audience looked at it in shock, listening, and forgot where they were.

Suddenly, the woman playing the flute put down Xiao, her hands shook, and Yu Xiao turned back to Bai Juan, raised her face, looked at the audience, her mouth twitched, and she sang in a slight silence: "The autumn trees are sad, and their leaves are yellow. There are birds in the mountains, gathered in the mulberry trees. Raising feathers, describing the light. Once you have the clouds, you can travel up the palace, and your body is destroyed. The ambitions are sunken and you cannot get rid of the rosy ones. Although you have to eat, your heart is confused. I am alone, and my journey is changing. The graceful swallows gather in the Western Qiang. The mountains are majestic and the river is vast. My father and mother, and the way is long. Alas, sad, sad."

The song "Zhaojun Going to the Frontier" was extremely touching. When it was sung in a desolate place, the voice was as if crying. Guo Rong was fascinated by the hearing. He seemed to see Zhaojun standing in the pavilion outside the frontier, with tears in his eyes. The north wind blew the clothes and flew in the wind, but it could not dispel her resentment. Yan Fang suddenly asked, "Junior brother, why are you crying?" Guo Rong hurriedly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and said, "This resentment lyrics are too touching." Yan Fang said, "Did you meet Brother Yun?" When Guo Rong turned around and looked, Yun Zhengting's chair was empty, but people didn't know where they went. The two of them didn't have time to pay attention to Yun Zhengting because the performance on the stage continued.

After singing the lyrics, the two girls who beat the drum moved and stood in the northeast corner, while the girls who played the flute stood in the southwest corner. As we all know, there will be more exciting performances soon. Sure enough, the sound of the pipa started and was crisp and neat, and the suona was shocking the sky, high and majestic. After a while, two women in masked white clothes, Tingting came up to the stage, holding the pipa and quickly plucking. The other was playing the suona and slowly walking towards the sky. The drum sound, the sound of the erhu sound, the sound of the drum, the sound of the erhu, responded very lively.

Suddenly, all the vocal music stopped, and everyone looked up and slowly walked out from behind the stage. He was tall and strong, with agile steps. It was obviously a man, but he was still covered with a veil. The man held the santry zither in his right hand and twisted the strings with his left hand, slowly walked to the center of the stage. Suddenly, all the music became softer, and the santry zither suppressed all other instruments. The man sang: "I see the beautiful shape of the husband Baling, a lake in Dongting. He held the distant mountains and swallowed the Yangtze River, and the vast soup, endless; the morning sun and evening sunset, and the weather was endless. This is the grand view of Yueyang Tower, which is the predecessors' description. However, Wu Gorge in the north, Xiaoxiang in the south, and the migrant guests and poets often knew here, and the feelings of seeing things were no different? If the husband was raining, the moon was not open, the wind was angry, and the turbid waves were empty; the sun was hidden, and the mountains were hidden; business travel was not allowed,

The sloping oars are destroyed; the darkness is dark, tigers roar and apes cry. When climbing this building, there are those who go to the country and feel homesick, worry about slander and ridicule, look very desolate, and feel extremely sad. When spring is bright, the waves are not alarmed, and the sky is bright, and the sky is bright, and there is a thousand acres of green; sand gulls fly together, and the scales are swimming; the shore is icy orchid, and the orchid is lush and green. Or there are long smoke, the bright moon is thousands of miles away, the floating light leaps gold, the quiet shadows sink, and the fisherman's songs answer each other, how is this fun! When climbing this building, there are some

I feel relaxed and happy, and I forget the favor and disgrace. I am happy with wine in the wind. Alas! I have once asked the hearts of the benevolent people in ancient times, and they may be different from the two. Why? I am not happy with things or sad with myself; I am worried about the people at a high place in the temple; I am worried about the king at a far distance in the rivers and lakes. I am worried about the progress and worry about the retreat. But when will I be happy? He must say, "Worry about the world before worry about the world after joy." Alas! Who will I return with such a person?"

The man sang Kang Gai excitedly and moved his soul, giving people another artistic conception, completely coming out of the resentment just now and seeing another new scene. And this scene is Yueyang Tower. It vividly expresses the majesty of Yueyang Tower and the past and present. When Yan Fang heard it at the end, she couldn't help but murmur: "It turns out to be from this poem." What she said is naturally "worry about the world before worrying about the world, and then enjoying the world after joy." When she killed Huang Xinglong in Jiujiang, she saw this poem on her folding fan, and saw it again in front of Yueyang Tower. Now she heard it again, and only then did she know its origin.

After singing, the man stood in front of the stage and untied his veil, but when he saw that his appearance was average, his smiling expression seemed to be amusing everyone. Many people immediately shouted: "Fourth Young Master! Fourth Young Master!" It turned out that he was Zeng Guo, the fourth Young Master of Zengjiazhuang. Guo Rong did not expect that the young master of Zengjiazhuang could still sing the peerless "Yueyang Tower Inscription".

After Zeng Guo finished singing, the vocal music of the three-string piano continued to decrease, but it gradually became smaller and finally submerged in the shouts. Everyone came to their senses, but found that he had come to the stage, and with a "huh", he threw out a roll of white cloth. Immediately, the pipagiant was bursting with sonorous and powerful, and two men came out from behind the stage. After a while, the churning came to Zeng Guo's side. The two picked up the white cloth in Zeng Guo's hand, and each one spread it to both sides. Suddenly, the white cloth covered half of the stage.

Suddenly, the music sounded, with a crisp and fast pace as fast as a ball falling to the ground. Then, he turned into a long and gentle tune. When Guo Rong heard this, he was already intoxicated and said in his heart: Who played the guzheng so beautifully! In the blink of an eye, the tune turned into a restless and restless marching again. Suddenly, the tune ended, and the audience could even hear the sound of a needle falling off on the ground. It was quiet that everyone held their breath and was about to jump out, and the sound of "dongdongdongdongdong" suddenly sounded endlessly. Everyone finally let out the breath that was stuffed in their chests, but they listened to the tune, soft and endless, as soft as silk strings that could never be finished. After a while, the music became smaller and smaller, and finally everyone could not hear it when they could hear it, and they all raised their hearts again, hoping that when the music would suddenly ring again.

Suddenly, the white cloth dropped on the stage, and a slim figure sat on the already-placed chair. There was a small square table in front of the chair, and the guzheng in the woman's hand was placed on the small square table. Everyone exclaimed: "Wow! Fairy!" Guo Rong saw the woman on the stage wearing white clothes, her skin was like white jade, bright eyes, white eyes, lowered her head and frowned, and she looked dazed, and she sang lightly with a light red mouth, but she couldn't hear anything singing. The slender jade fingers plucked the strings, and the song came back. Guo Rong's heart was almost popping out: Who is she?

When the music started again, Guo Rong suddenly realized that the "Fairy" played the "Three Plum Blossoms". He knew the most, but because the Three Plum Blossoms were originally a flute song, he naturally played it. But the person in front of him played it with a guzheng, with a sonorous and different rhyme, and it felt that it was more beautiful than the tune played by his worriesless flute. With his white clothes and jade wrists, he was as beautiful as a fairy, Guo Rong had forgotten that he was in the world. Everyone held his breath and listened quietly.

The gentle guzheng music gradually faded, although the jade fingers were still passing through the strings, but the string sound could no longer be heard. At this time, I saw the red lips of "Fairy" sing and sang: "A moment of the plum blossoms, I just waited to be released, and the jade stood proud of the snow frost. The north wind blows down the ruthless rain, and it is still pretty and exquisite. There are thousands of words that fill the warehouse. I sigh at the height of the high place, and lean on the railing, and what's wrong with having fun alone? The second plum blossoms are in love, and the red makeup welcomes Xiaotong. The eyebrows are showing their faces to express their sincerity, and the flying and flying builds the beauty. The prosperity is full of joy and laziness, and I have no regrets to complain about the fallen red. Step on the snow marks, find the traces of the beautiful trails, and the heroes are in a hurry. The three plum blossoms are confused, and the stars are still combing their own makeup. The broken red has gone with the flowing water, forgetting the past and chasing the wind and waves. I wish you to break branches and cherish me, and pity my youth for vicissitudes. In the east wind, I spit out the green flaws, and I will never forget you."

Guo Rong heard the fairy sing "Three Plum Blossoms" with a delicate voice that penetrated deeply into his heart, gentle and pitying. Every sentence seemed to be singing in his heart, and his soul had long been flying where he had gone. When he woke up, he found that the music had disappeared, the lyrics had stopped, and there was no one on the stage. Just as he was surprised, the applause suddenly thundered, and everyone in the audience screamed, and the sounds were constantly: "One more! One more!"

Guo Rong turned his head to look at Zeng Jia, stared at his senior sister in a daze, immediately woke him up, and asked, "Three Young Master, who is the fairy who sang the Three Plum Blossoms just now?" Zeng Jia said proudly, "Guess!" Guo Rong said, "How can I guess?" Zeng Jia said, "You ask me, don't say it." As he said, looking at Yan Fang, meaning that if Yan Fang asked, he would naturally say it. Yan Fang did not ask, pouted, "I'm not interested in the fairy." As he said, he stood up and was about to leave. Guo Rong said, "Why haven't Brother Yun been back yet?" Yan Fang said, "Did he feel bored and left alone?" Guo Rong thought of him as a fisherman, and it was normal that he could not understand such elegant Changde Sixian and left.

At this moment, a voice heard: "Mr. Zeng, Mrs. Zeng, all the uncles and grandmas from Zengjiazhuang, thank you for your support. Today's performance ends here." When everyone heard this, some sighed and some applauded. Naturally, they felt that they were still unsatisfied and wanted to watch the wonderful performance again. The applause was that there was nothing else but praise for the performance tonight.

Guo Rong asked Zeng Jia: "Three Master, tell me who the fairy is?" Zeng Jia saw that the crowd was dispersing, and Yan Fang was about to leave, so he had no intention of answering Guo Rong, just following Yan Fang was afraid that she would get lost. Yan Fang said: "Three Master, you should tell my junior brother, otherwise he wouldn't sleep tonight." Zeng Jia said: "Tell Mr. Guo, you can, and even recommend you to know the fairy, but you have to agree to one condition." Guo Rong immediately asked: "What conditions?" Zeng Jia said: "At noon tomorrow, I will go to Hongyu Pavilion to appreciate fish and drink tea, and you will definitely see the fairy. It would be better for you to ask her in person, why ask me?" Guo Rong heard

Then, he was so excited that he was about to jump up and said, "Okay, you can't lie to me!" Zeng Jia said, "It's not interesting to lie to you, but Miss Yan has to come together." Yan Fang said, "Just come together, are you afraid that you won't be able to eat me?" Zeng Jia was happy and said, "That's a matter of determination." Guo Rong said, "That's great. If you can't see the fairy, you won't think of seeing my senior sister again in your life." After hearing this, Zeng Jia stretched out his tongue and said, "Don't worry, I will never let you down." Guo Rong jumped up happily. Seeing that he was like a child, Yan Fang couldn't help but look at him and shook her head. Zeng Jia took Guo Rong and Yan Fang out of Tianyin Pavilion and came to a remote place.

Guo Rong said, "Where did Brother Yun go?" Zeng Jia said, "I think I must go back to the Skynet Gang first. Where can he understand such a wonderful performance?" Guo Rong saw his disdainful expression of Yun Zhengting, and couldn't help but say angrily: "Brother Yun is a hero, no worse than the young master of Zengjiazhuang." Zeng Jia said, "That may not be! Although this young master only knows how to idle all day long, the one who sang the "Yueyang Tower Note" just now was my fourth brother, and that fairy... The fairy is of course a mysterious person, but the 'Three Plum Blossoms' she sang was written by my second sister." After hearing this, Guo Rong said, "It turns out that the fairy sang the 'Plum Blossoms' by the fairy.

Hua Sannong’ is from the second lady of Zengjiazhuang, which is rare!” Zeng Jia said, “Why are the talented and powerful people in Zengjiazhuang underestimated you?” Guo Rong couldn’t help but admire him and said, “That young master is really eye-opening! Third young master, can you invite the second lady to enjoy the fish together tomorrow at noon?” Zeng Jia said, “My second sister has a weird temper, so I try to invite her to come as much as possible. However, the fairy promises to be here. Because she listens to me the most.” Guo Rong saw that he was very proud, and he was very excited. He seemed to hope that it was noon tomorrow, and he could see the fairy’s face again, look at her expression, and listen to her songs. Life is so beautiful.

Yan Fang said, "Junior brother, let's go back first." Guo Rong said, "Okay, otherwise Brother Yun will be worried about us." Zeng Jia immediately called the two previous guards and took the lantern to send Yan Fang and Guo Rong to the east gate. He opened the door and sent them out, and gave them the lantern. Seeing that Yan and Guo walked away, they closed the door and returned home.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!