Why is it called the Cannon?

One is because this guy is gunpowder, tempered a little bit of frying like artillery, another reason is that his cursing force is also comparable to the cannon, "bombing" a few words down, that destructive force is more violent than the cannon, the average person can't stand up, the estimate of poor psychological tolerance can be scolded on the spot.

The nickname of his cannon was not white.

Today, in anger, Zhang Pingyun and Wu Minxia were bombarded at the rehearsal scene, and everyone listened to them.

“You... you...”

The cloud was trembling, his mouth trembling, and he could not speak for a moment and a half.

Next to Wu Minxia's face flushed red and angry: "Guo Da Road, what quality are you?"Do you talk like that?”

Her angry eyes were on fire, "You have the ability to come!"Your big tone, said that Mr. Chen is playing cotton, said that my tune is unstable, pointing to the general, you simply do not know the height of the sky!"

"Mr. Zhang Pingyun, as the heir of Master Wu Qingshan, is one of the inheritors of the country's intangible heritage, and I am also a Guzheng first-level player, and you?"What are you?What qualifies you to point fingers at us?”

Guo Dalu said, “Shit one player!”

He looked at the two of them, “I’ll come and I’ll come!”You say I am not qualified?Well, I’ll let you know if I’m qualified.”

Now the guqin and Guzheng in the rehearsal site have not yet been closed, the right end is placed there, Guo Da Road first to the position of Guqin.

As he walked along, he said, “Zhang Pingyun, I’ll also have a few ukulele songs, the tune you just played is called ‘Han Palace Autumn Grievance’, right?”The sadness did not hear, and I heard the sadness, or the false sadness of the sick and moaning!Good songs are sad and not sad, that is called the realm, I said you play cotton, that is to lift you up!"

Zhang Pingyun saw that although his statement was vulgar, but when it came to the core of the ancient harp, a few words made his playing level plain plain, this turned angry into surprise, surprised and uncertain to Guo Da Road, and said with a heart: "My teacher also said that I was not enough to play on weekdays, too much emphasis on the meaning of resentment, the tone is too low, it is difficult to become everyone, I was still unconvinced, how this rough man also said so?" 」

He saw Guo Da Road sitting right at the end of the seven-string ukulele, suddenly calm, hands slowly down to peace, slowly at both ends of the ukulele, curious, "What will he do?"Does he really play the harp?What a joke?A pig who kills a pig will play the piano.”

At this time, Guo Da Lu's left hand was smooth, his right hand suddenly waved on the strings, and a string of jingling and pleasant sound sounded in the scene.

Zhang Pingyun is even more surprised, knowing that this is the powerful method of the ukulele when playing the ukulele, but so gently stroked, the sound gamut of the whole ukulele and even the material work of the ukulele itself can be tested clearly in this row by the people who are playing, and then the playing will be made according to the material and timbre of the piano itself to make the most appropriate adjustment, which can be presented to the maximum extent of the music played.

On this stroke of listening to the ability, even Zhang Pingyun's teacher Wu Qingshan will not, just talk to Zhang Pingyun in the chat, when the words are full of yearning for admiration, said: "Guqin's ability to reach that state, that is really the world everyone!"Unfortunately, now the sound is dead, the inheritance is broken, this finger can no longer be seen, only in the legend!"

But now this kind of inheritance has been cut off, only the legendary finger actually reappears in the world, Zhang Pingyun is both surprised and unbelievable, "How can he be such a crude person?"It must be faking, so it must be high!”

But the so-called connovigation of the hand, know whether there is, just now under the line of Guo Da Road, such as the flow of water, like the breeze blowing, naturally there is no half of the pyrotechnics, the sound of the pure, the tune of the pleasant ears, even Zhang Pingyun life only see.

Just rang so, immediately attracted the hearts of everyone on the scene, and involuntarily looked at the direction of Guo Da Road.

Song Qian in the scene heard Guo Da Road audition, covered with a spirit, she approached Wang Xiaolu and whispered: "The big road brother will still play the ukulele?"Not that great, is it?”

Wang Xiaolu is also a curious look at the Guo Da Road in the field, explaining to Song Qian: "This guy is very evil!In my opinion, there seems to be nothing he can't do, but usually he only pulls the erhu and bragging, this Guqin I have never seen him play, but he usually does not do things that are not sure, let's continue to look down and know."

At this time, Guo Da Road sat behind the ukulele, like an ancient clock, and the heroic spirit of a son's generous and sad song was difficult to hide from him.

He slowly slid on the right hand at the end of the piano, a few sound suddenly sounded, then the sound, the initial tone is flat and dashing, giving the feeling that a heroic person walking in the mountain**, but after playing a moment suddenly became sad and angry, it seems that this person's home suddenly suffered a tragic, relatives were killed, a son of indignation and the sound of the sound clearly revealed, the audience heard.

As the sound continued to sound, the sound of the piano showed the courage of determination, it seems that the people in the song have set up the desire to avenge their relatives, but the enemy is the king of the world, the situation is difficult, he experienced a lot of hard work to enter the palace, the king killed and driven, but failed to succeed, so the reaction is extremely fast, escaped.

At this time, his appearance was already known to the king, and the painter had already drawn his image to the whole world.

At this time, the harp suddenly changed from a high-sound to a mess, and it seemed that the people who had been chased were depressed and depressed.

After the mess, the tone became firm and strong, and the protagonist in the piano voice in order to avoid the pursuit of killing, swallowing carbon and destroying the throat, self-destructing the appearance, and then began to take ordinary revenge.

The sound is played here, the feelings expressed in the sound of the sound and the image of the praise have been first seen, and Zhang Pingyun, who is listening to the song, exclaimed: "This is the government of Nie!"This must be the government!This is the King of the thorns!”

Everyone who heard it next to me was surprised.

Someone was shocked and said, “The king of Nie Zhengsheng?Mr. Zhang, are you sure that you are the king of Nie Zhengsheng?”

Zhang Pingyun said, “In addition to this song, which one has such an impassioned style?”

Song Qian in the school is learning Western instruments, do not know the traditional music, at this time to see Zhang Pingyun people a look of shock, she suddenly a little confused, close to Wang Xiaolu said: "Xiao Lu, Nie Zheng stab Han Wang's story I have heard, but I have never heard of the song, Zhang teacher they are so surprised, is this song very famous?" 」

At this time, Wang Xiaolu was also shocked and unbelieving, and whispered: "This Nie Zhengshi Han King still has a name."

Song Qian asked, “What name?”

Wang Xiaolu said, “That is the Guangling Dispersion that played when Yan Kang was killed!”

Song Qianyan said, “The Guangling Dispersion?Oh my god, how is that possible?Not lost?”