Miss Xianyun covered her mouth and smiled, saying, "Yunxian is dull, has superficial skills, and has its own flaws. Please give me more advice from this young master. Yunxian has thanked me here!"

Tang Shuhu had already said: "Yunxian, this one is Mr. Han Mo. "When will the Moon Come" is written by Mr. Han!"

Xianyun's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly stood up and bowed to Han Moyingying.

When Ming Rushui saw that the girl Xianyun respected Han Mo very much, she disliked her eyes and snorted coldly: "Han Mo, you said that Xianyun's song has flaws, so how dare you tell this flaw in front of everyone?"

Han Mo smiled and said, "It's just something that I see."

"No matter whether it is personal or not, you must tell a truth." Ming Rushui said in a deep voice: "Otherwise, if there is no reason to talk nonsense, it would be a slander!"

For a moment, everyone focused their attention on Han Mo.

Tang Shuhu obviously knew very well the temperament of his teacher. Although he was aloof and self-admiring, he was not often seen as aggressive and angry as today. For a moment, he didn't understand why Ming Rushui was so mean to target Han Mo and was disgraceful.

Naturally, he didn't know that when his teacher and Han Mo were on the shore, he had a conflict.

Han Mo didn't even look at Ming Rushui, but just smiled and said to Xianyun: "Girl, do you know how to play the flute?"

When those guys with dark mentality heard this, their expressions suddenly changed. They only felt that the Deputy Envoy Han was too straightforward. How could he ask such a question? Although many people like this kind of interesting things, they can't always be said on the table.

Xianyun was stunned for a moment. She had naturally heard of the so-called "playing jade and playing flute", but knew that Han Mo could not mean that, so she nodded and said, "A little understanding!"

Han Mo said: "Well, whom did you try to match this song with the sound of a flute? One person plays the flute and the other person sings the song, and combines two into one. I think that in that way, the artistic conception in it may be slightly better than the sound of the piano."

As soon as he said this, Wen Yubai suddenly clapped his hands and said, "It's not bad, you can help me with the sound of the flute!"

Xianyun hadn't understood for a moment and asked, "I would like to ask Mr. Han, why is the sound of the flute matched with the song?"

Han Mo bowed to Wen Yubai and smiled and said, "Young Master Wen seems to understand!"

Wen Yubai hurriedly said, "I dare not, but when Mr. Han reminded me, I felt that the artistic conception of this poem was ethereal. With the sound of the piano and the music, it was naturally beautiful and beautiful, but it had a sense of shape. The sound of the flute was originally an ethereal sound. With the sound of the flute and this poem, the two could better rely on and fully display the ethereal state!"

Wen Yubai can be said to be a top-notch master in music among the crowd. Since he said that, everyone else knew that Han Mo's words must make sense.

Tang Shuhu naturally understood and smiled and said, "Brother Han is very good!"

The Yunxian pondered for a moment, and slightly pointed his head, "Young Master Xie's advice!"

"Second, although the girl's voice is graceful and gentle,... to say that if you are not afraid of the girl's blame, the girl may not have understood the profound meaning of this poem more deeply." Han Mo said calmly: "In other words, the girl may not have experienced some things, such as... as far away from her hometown like me, and cares about her family in her heart, otherwise... it would be difficult to appreciate the profound meaning of this poem..." At this point, Han Mo sighed lightly and shook his head. This was a mature and persistent taste, which was rare from a young and handsome young man.

Guan Haofeng held a wine cup over there, with a faint smile on his face, and a little admiration deep in his eyes.

Tang Shuhu nodded and said, "Brother Han is very saying. If you don't experience some things, it will be difficult to understand the taste of it." said to Miss Xianyun: "Xianyun, this poem was written by Brother Han. With his feelings in it, it is difficult for ordinary people to understand the deep meaning of it."

Han Mo waved his hand and smiled, "There is the last point, which is the singing style!"

Ming Rushui immediately said: "Han Mo, your first two points may make some sense, but if there is something wrong with Yunxian's singing style, it is nonsense. Yunxian's voice is gentle and beautiful. I am afraid that few people can compare to it in the capital. Moreover, what she sang is an authentic Qing style. I have listened to Qing style for decades, but I really can't hear any flaws in it!"

He praised Yunxian very much, but it was not that Yunxian was really as good as he said, but just to attack Han Mo.

In fact, everyone present thought Yunxian's tune was very authentic and the sound was round and gentle, so it was really difficult to find out the flaws.

Han Mo first smiled and said to Tang Shuhu: "Brother Tang, don't misunderstand it. Han Mo doesn't mean that there is something wrong with the song you composed."

Tang Shuhu laughed and said, "I'm just waiting for Brother Han to find fault with me."

Han Mo pondered for a moment and finally said, "I'm not afraid of you blaming you. "When will the bright moon come?" is not suitable for purely celebrating tunes!"

"What do you mean is that your "When will the Moon Come" is only suitable for your Yan's accent?" Ming Rushui sneered. As soon as he said this, someone immediately showed dissatisfaction with Han Mo.

Han Mo shook his head and said, "It's even more unsuitable for Yan's voice!"

Everyone looked at each other, and Tang Shuhu was also a little confused and asked, "Brother Han, what kind of singing should you do?"

Han Mo thought for a while and said slowly: "The Qing sing is too soft and the Yan sing is too hard. This poem is best to combine hardness and softness to produce a better effect. Well, if the Qing sing and Yan sing can be integrated, it will probably be more contagious!"

As soon as he said this, the others were not doing well. The white eyes of Wenyu lit up and she said in a lost voice: "The Qing dynasty and the Yan dynasty are integrated?"

In fact, it is known to everyone in the world that the celebratory tune is elegant and gentle, suitable for women with delicate voices to sing. The gentle and gentle smell makes people feel as quiet as listening to the delicate flow of spring water.

But the Yan's tune is just the opposite, with a sonorous and exciting voice, and a faint sound of swords and horses, suitable for men to sing, passionate and passionate, and those who hear it have the illusion of being in the battlefield.

These two tunes are completely different. For a long time, the issue of which is better and worse than the Qing tune and Yan tune is also a debate between the two peoples.

The people of Yan naturally mocked the Qing's soft jade and warm fragrance, without any blood, just the desolate sound of wind, flowers, snow and moon, while the people of Qing's laughed at the Yan's rough voice, without any elegant sound, just like a wild beast roaring.

Han Mo smiled and nodded, "It's just a personal opinion, don't laugh at you."

Wen Yubai seemed to have an unconcealed excitement and sighed: "Brother Han is indeed a talented person. For a long time, Yan and Qing dynasties have argued with each other, and it is difficult to distinguish between the two singing styles, but no one has ever thought about what it would be like if these two singing styles were slightly integrated? Well, when Brother Han said today, Yu Bai was really enlightened. The ancients said that listening to your words is better than reading for ten years, and the ancients really wouldn't bully me!"

Wen Yubai is in the musical way. He is a first-class talent and speaks very prestigiously. Ming Rushui praised Han Mo when Wen Yubai praised him, and he was even more displeased and snorted coldly: "Qing and Yan Yubai are the poles of heaven and earth, and it is impossible to blend together!"

Han Mo smiled faintly and said, "Is this really the case?"

"Natural." Ming Rushui immediately became proud: "Han Mo, there are differences between heaven and earth, and the difference between them is extraordinary."

Han Mo smiled and said, "In this way, has Ming Gong very much studied the study of heaven and earth?"

Ming Rushui's face showed a rare look of pride tonight, and he stroked his beard and said, "It's just a little research." After a pause, he glanced at everyone, and saw that everyone's eyes were focused on his body, and then he shook his head and said, "People stand in heaven and earth, and the upper part of heaven and earth, and the lower part of earth, and the yang assisted it, and the yin assisted it. If the heaven and earth are in harmony, the people are prosperous, and the heaven and earth are in conflict, and the human spirit is unlucky. Therefore, the heaven and earth have four seasons and five elements, and the greetings and movements are still, and the changes are joyful and the anger is wind, and the frost is formed, and the sky is the norm. This is the norm of heaven and earth. The sky is light and clear, and the earth is heavy and turbid, which cannot be connected to the heaven and earth...!"

He shook his head and made a long speech. Han Mo was so frustrated that he was most afraid of was such an argument, which was just not easy to interrupt Ming Rushui's self-joyment.

After Ming Rushui paused for a moment, Han Mo immediately rushed to say, "Ming Gong Gao Ren."

Ming Rushui stroked his fingers and said proudly: "The so-called heaven and earth are like the qing sang Yan tune. Qing sang is the sky and the sang Yan tune is the earth. The two are very different and difficult to integrate!"

Han Mo shook his head and smiled, "Actually, Han Mo doesn't think so. Han Mo just feels that sometimes, the world may not be unable to blend together!"

Ming Rushui frowned and said, "Let's talk, how can the heaven and earth blend together?"

Han Mo stood up, walked to the large window of the cabin, pointed to the lake outside the window, and smiled and said, "Can you see the lake?"

After he said this, everyone stood up, and several people even came over and walked to the window.

Han Mo smiled and said, "Looking at the lake, there seems to be something else besides the reflection of the light?"

Tang Shuhu was standing beside Han Mo with his hands on his back. He heard Han Mo say this, so smart he immediately understood what Han Mo meant and smiled: "There is a bright moon in the water, and the lake is shining with stars... The sky and water are the same color, blending with the earth!"

Han Mo smiled and nodded and said, "Rivers, lakes and seas are all branches of the earth, but in this, they can reflect the scene in the sky, borrowing the color of the sky with a virtual image. In this way, the sky and the earth will become one and become one of the wonderful scenery in the world!"

Han Mo's understatement made everyone nod their heads frequently, and Guan Haofeng even smiled and said, "Young Master Han is indeed a great wisdom, right. In this way, the heaven and earth will be integrated into one!"

Ming Rushui sneered: "You...you are arbitrary, absurd!"

Han Mo said seriously: "Since Mr. Ming is familiar with the metaphysics of heaven and earth, he should know that the capacity of heaven and earth is vast and boundless. Regardless of heaven and earth, it can tolerate all things in the world... The gentleman said that I was a side-minded person, hehe, but I can also tolerate it under the heaven and earth."

If he understands a little, he can tell that it is just a ridiculous mockery of Ming Rushui's lack of tolerance.

Han Mo's temperament is not a person who is willing to be ridiculed and ridiculed. If he wants to make some goals, Han Mo may be able to suppress his temperament and tolerate it, but usually, he does not like others' attacks on him.

This Ming Gong ridiculed himself several times and even aggressively, which made Han Mo very unhappy. He didn't care whether you, Ming Rushui, was Tang Shuhu's master or not. He would definitely take the opportunity to sarcastically.

To put it bluntly, even if Tang Shuhu himself makes things difficult for Han Mo, Han Mo would not be polite, let alone just a old man who relies on his seniority to make ends meet.

Fortunately, Tang Shuhu was open-minded and respectful to talented people. This made Han Mo feel good about Tang Shuhu and came to today's banquet.

Ming Rushui was sarcastic when Han Mo said quietly, and he couldn't hold back his face. He sneered, and he actually got up without saying much, leaving without saying much.

Tang Shuhu smiled bitterly at Han Mo and chased him out.

The fairy girl Yun had already come over, looked at Han Mo with beautiful eyes, and said with politeness: "Young Master has such a study of music, and Yun Xian admires it. Your master's theory of the integration of heaven and earth has opened Yun Xian's eyes!"

Wen Yubai also bowed to Han Mo and said, "Young Master Han, but I don't know if I can ask you for advice. If you want to make Qing Yan blend together, where should I start?"

Han Mo's words were just taking it for granted, but it made sense. He was not familiar with the musical path, especially the classical tune. Otherwise, Liu Rumeng would not have started teaching from the most basic five-tone.

Han Mo thought for a while before saying, "Mr. Wen, listen to me hum a few words to see if it tastes a little?" He hummed gently according to the tone of later generations "When will the Moon Be There" which was later. It was pop music, and the rhythm and rhythm were very different from ancient music.

Everyone gathered around, listening to Han Mo finish singing softly, they all gave a thumbs up for a moment. Wen Yubai even sighed: "Miscellaneous, wonderful, wonderful!"

Miss Yunxian bit her red lips and looked at Han Mo with respect, and finally said, "Han... Master Han, can you stay tonight to guide Yunxian...the musical method?"

Her beautiful face had already shown a hint of blush, and her beautiful eyes were full of expectation.

Before Han Mo agreed, a voice beside him laughed and said, "Yunxian, don't worry, he can't leave tonight. No matter what, I want him to teach you how to sing this song."

This is naturally Tang Shuhu is back.

Yunxian didn't wait for Han Mo to answer, and Yingying bowed and said, "Yunxian goes up and waits for the young master..." Without saying anything, he turned around and left. His graceful body swayed and beautiful.

Everyone felt good about Han Mo at this time and showed a knowing smile. In fact, this kind of romantic affairs of talented and beautiful women is too common among literati. When everyone saw Yunxian taking the initiative to invite him, they knew in their hearts that this fairy girl Yunxian was probably interested in Han Mo. The so-called "teaching music" was just an excuse, and there was another kind of romantic affairs waiting for this handsome couple.

Han Mo was extremely embarrassed, but Tang Shuhu patted his shoulder lightly and laughed in a low voice: "Brother Han, the beauty has an appointment, you must go there!"

Han Mo smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Tang is kind, but...!"

"No, but." Tang Shuhu pretended to be serious: "A girl's house, muster up the courage to teach music. Do you not give me this little face? It is a great sin to lose your appointment with a beautiful woman in my country of Qing."

Han Mo sighed and asked, "Where is Duke Ming?"

"It's gone." Tang Shuhu looked at everyone returning to the seat, and then said softly to Han Mo: "Brother Han, I'm leaving too!"

"When will you leave?"

"Tonight!"

Han Mo was stunned, but saw Tang Shuhu smiling slightly and walking out of the cabin. Han Mo thought for a while and finally followed Tang Shuhu and left the cabin.

There are still joyful and laughter on the Peacock Lake, but there seem to be fewer tourists on the shore. The gentle and delicate singing sounds float on the Peacock Lake, and the fragrance of lotus floats in the air, refreshing the heart.

The two stood in front of the pleasure boat. The pleasure boat broke through the water and walked forward. Next to the pleasure boat, following a small light boat.

"Brother Han said something that day. Shuhu thought for a long time and finally made up his mind." Tang Shuhu said slowly: "From today, he has begun to travel around the world, holding a pen and holding a roll of paper. Everything he sees and hears is recorded, as Brother Han said, walking on the mountains, water, forests, and people's homes...!"
To be continued...