Chapter 483: Drumming
Everyone was staring at the other floating palace while sneering inside. Feiyun didn’t get an invitation but he still got in.
Of course, they felt that he was shamelessly boasting despite not knowing anything about music. He’ll surely expose himself and become embarrassed.
Li Xiaonan put away his jade ocarina and said coolly: “Young Divine King, you are a musical maestro also? I see, please give me some pointers then.”
The spectators were certainly laughing quietly. Xiaonan was being very polite but he was clearly slapping Feiyun in the face. Everyone knows that the demon’s son has no musical talents.
That’s the number one scholar for you, no need for vulgarity to insult someone.
Feiyun seemed to not hear the sarcasm and laughed loudly: “Since you’re being so humble, I’ll teach you. You played four songs earlier, “King’s Whisper”, “Wind Rest”, “Ode of the Gray-haired Beauty”, and “Snow Valley’s Cicadas”. They’re all fine pieces of writing, but in the eyes of true masters, the way you played was exceedingly vulgar. The King’s Whisper should have a majestic aura with powerful notes but you played it too femininely, like a woman.”
“We’ll move on to Wind Rest, a song about freedom with a soft and flying cadence. ‘Come to Wind Rest and watch the clouds’, but you played it with too many restraints, not as brilliant like Ye Wenji back then.”
Xiaonan’s relaxed expression became serious. Feiyun wasn’t spouting nonsense and clearly listed his weaknesses. He aimed to embarrass the guy but didn’t expect this reversal.
Dongfang Jingyue also blurted out a surprise “oh”. She found it quite strange, how did the guy who couldn’t even read a musical score have such an excellent analysis?
The other prodigies were stunned too. Could the demon’s son actually be a musical maestro?
“Next is Ode of the Gray-haired Beauty. This is a grieving song written by the famous Maestro, Third Lady Gongsun. She was so beautiful yet the Dao Sect Master still left her so her hair turned gray overnight, resulting in this masterpiece. The moment the tunes come out, the insects will cry and the clouds lose their colors. What a pity, she also jumped into the Jin River after writing this song, the end of a beauty - gone with the wind. From then on, the song became a classic but no one could replicate one-tenth of the longing sadness.”
“Your version has enough longing indeed, but it lacks the despair and pain after being abandoned by one’s lover. The difference is too great.” Feiyun continued to speak like a sage on the topic of music. The prodigies were nodding their head in agreement.