Old-time musicians

"Hua La——" "Ka Cha——"

The heart-stirring sound of breaking burst out from every corner, and nearly a thousand listeners made their choices.

And Master Rückert and several of his students stood up from the podium and applauded.

"The most poignant and touching work of art songs in history."

Rückert commented word by word.

Obviously, not only the music of piano and human voice, but also this long poem originally composed by the German poet Muller, also touched the heart of the chief judge.

"Scheler's "The Beautiful Miller Girl", from the first note to the last note, is perfect. Every song sung by Miss Nightingale is also the crystallization of tears and blood from the sincere heart, without any false pretense, without any traces of chiseling, and the harmony of poetry and music has reached a natural state."

After Rückert finished speaking, he exerted force in his hand and broke off the bouquet in his hand, and several students and followers followed closely.

This is the first batch of judges who made their choices.

The content of "everlasting nectar" in their bouquets was nearly 100 times that of the audience, and Rückert, as the main judge, had ten times the weight of ordinary judges, and he was probably on par with nearly a thousand audiences.

Nearly a thousand listeners, and nearly a thousand listeners again. At this moment, the number plate on Miss Nightingale's chest shone brightly.

The collar, cuffs, hem and ribbons of her blue collar were full of red light that seemed to condense and drip, and in those transitional clothes and skin areas, a kind of incomparable and indescribable pale purple was presented.

As her breathing rose and fell and her clothes fluttered, those colors dragged out residual purple starlight on the dim stage.

Relying on "The Beautiful Miller Girl", Miss Nightingale pulled the audience support rate to nearly 40%, which was already on par with Miss Cuckoo, and dozens of judges including Rückert expressed their opinions, which directly made her glory on the stage prevail.

But...

"Teacher, these people still haven't expressed their opinions." On the judges' bench, the famous singer Kuci whispered to Rückert.

"As expected, they are eagerly waiting for the works that Senesino will bring out in the third round." The master's eyes under the light golden curly hair calmly stared at the next musician who was singing on the stage.

As early as the end of the five "Rückert Songs", his mood was mixed. Just talking about the last three songs sung today, "At Midnight", "Please Don't Eavesdrop on My Songs", and "I Abandon the World", the conception, arrangement, and performance are all at the pinnacle level, but the tone and style are too "positive" and too "serious".

Especially Renila, who appeared later, easily surpassed An in the love she gathered without saying a word. This is really unspeakably sad.

Yes, I became famous first, and my prestige is unmatched. I can write some more works to stir up troubles and promote the good, and I can also influence some students or followers, but there are a full 48 judges tonight!

I have more power, three favorite students, three or four beneficiaries of education, and five or six followers of the idea, but the remaining more than 35 judges who have not expressed their opinions are all royal nobles, clergy, discussion group investigators, and big merchant families or "senior" media music critics who have inextricable connections with them...

Nowadays, these people regard serious vocal art as just a pastime after dinner, or a sensual entertainment. Their understanding of "love is a question" is gradually drifting away from the humanistic spirit of this country.

Soon after the top 4 are selected, the third round of the final will begin. Rückert feels that the ideal ending is slim.

When the last tenor in the top 8 was singing on the stage, a person in charge of the venue suddenly ran over with an embarrassed look on his face.

He came close to Rückert and lowered his voice respectfully and carefully:

"Master, this situation is a bit difficult now..."

Rückert, who was interrupted from deep thought, raised his eyebrows:

"What's difficult?"

The person in charge choked and glanced at the darkness behind the orchestra pit.

There stood men and women who had finished singing and were waiting for the announcement of the results of the promotion. Among them, only two sopranos were glowing bright red, and the others...if they were not standing close to each other now, if they were in the audience, they would not be able to see that there were others standing there with normal vision.

The applause with a sense of support rang out, and the tenor who finished singing last bowed and disappeared into the darkness.

"It's just...this time...the others seem too dark..." the person in charge whispered.

Rückert frowned when he heard it, and the judges next to him also thought deeply.

Yes, in the final of this singer, if the contestant wants to compete for the championship, there is actually another conventional minimum qualification threshold-"slightly visible"!

In other words, you should at least be able to light up your number plate a little, even if you don’t say how strong the admiration you receive is, so that the audience can’t completely see your face and outline on this dim late-night stage!

This threshold is actually not difficult to reach. Generally speaking, at this round of the competition, if there are more than a hundred audience members or one or two judges folding flowers for you, you can be “slightly visible”, so in previous years, this common agreement was rarely mentioned. If you can’t even meet this requirement, don’t even think about being nominated for the top 8.

But this year, Miss Cuckoo and Miss Nightingale are too bright, and the audience and judges are too devoted! As one rises and the other falls, the rest of the people are completely trapped in the miserable situation of “comparing the worst”.

——Among the other singers who entered the top 8, there are more or less a dozen or so people who fold flowers. If you get close, you can still see a little "night light", while the others are probably completely "invisible" in the dark place...

"Just announce the final duel between the two and cancel the qualifications of the others in advance." Rückert made a decision.

The crescent poet did not lower his full-throated voice, and the entire open-air opera hall fell silent for a while.

Especially the four male singers who participated in the competition, who were completely dumbfounded standing in the dark.

"But!" The person in charge of the venue reminded with wide eyes, "Master, these two contestants are both ladies..."

The normal process is 8 to 4, 4 to 2, that's right.

But it should be noted that the annual famous singer is produced by one man and one woman! When it reaches "2", it is already the final result!

If the decision is made in this way, wouldn't it be...

"This year's competition will cancel the male quota." Rückert said calmly, "The traditional conventions of the South must be observed. The third round will directly enter the final duel between the two female famous singers. Do you have any opinions?"

This is also fucking possible! ? The male singers were so sad that they could not cry. They screamed in their hearts.

You, Renilla, are a strong soprano. What does it have to do with me, a tenor? ...

"Do you have any opinions?" Luckert repeated again.

He was too lazy to listen to the other people singing again.

The person in charge of the competition gave the other judges a questioning look with a sneer.

These clergy and nobles naturally had no opinions.

When the final duel list was announced, the midnight bell had already sounded.

This highly ornamental audio-visual feast also entered the most intense confrontation stage.

Miss Renilla, wearing a white dress with a chest-binding dress and blood-red flames dancing as she walked, walked into the orchestra pit again with a smile.

She lifted her skirt to salute and opened her arms to kiss.

The cheers broke out like a tsunami, directly squeezed out from the narrow gaps on the roof of the opera house, and resounded through the clouds outside the city of Tia.

The troubadour Senesino, with an intoxicated smile, announced his latest work for this competition:

"The Sacrament of Pleasure."

He sat down at the piano and adjusted the distance of the seat slightly, but did not raise his wrist to enter the performance state.

Miss Renilla sang a recitative directly with a charming voice, a cappella, which seemed to have some shadows between the center of D or A, but too many semitones made it have a sense of wandering ambiguity:

"The fairies of the forest, I wish them eternal life.

Oh, how clear,

Their light and pale flesh-colored dancing in the sun,

But the air is full of sleepiness.

Is it a dream that I love?

My doubts are like a pile of dark shadows of the ancient night,

Ending in countless twigs, but still a real forest,

Proving that the lonely me dedicated to my full self-"

Fanning, who was listening quietly in the audience, turned the tip of the pen at this time and couldn't help frowning.

Why did the "Pleasant Sacrament" prepared by Senesino at the critical point of the competition sound so familiar in the beginning?

He was sure that he had never heard of this work.

Could it be the text of the song? A certain style? A certain layout? Or... a certain material's deformed use?

"... illusions are everywhere, the purest daffodil,

tears flow like a fountain in her blue and cold eyes,

and the other one in contrast to her sighs endlessly,

like the summer breeze blowing on your wool?"

Perhaps the music is not very explicit yet, but the novel and attractive shapes and expressions shown by Renila are enough to arouse the desire and thirst of most of the audience present.

After a long lazy recitative, as she bit off the syllables of the word "gentle breeze", the piano was finally played.

Senesino played the octave with his left hand, and then brought out a series of blurred diatonic arpeggios with his right hand.

"Everything is burnt and drowsy,

I can't see the many relationships that the pursuers are eager for,

By what ability, can they all escape,

So I can only taste the first passion, stand up straight,

Alone in the light of the ancient stream.

Lilies! There is the most innocent one among you,

In addition to this sweetness, their lips spread nothing,

In addition to the soft whisper that guarantees the betrayal of the kiss!"

Reniella was laughing, her hands were slightly behind her back, her chest was trembling, and her voice handled the previous melody very delicately. Those musical notes gradually increased little by little, slowly rising to the high notes, and then slowly weakened in the same way, sliding down to the low notes, making the audience intoxicated, wanting to listen to it over and over again to taste the rich sweetness it brought.

Groups of people broke the bouquets in their hands, and the blood-red flames on her body burned brighter.

What is the secret of this music?

Fanning held the pen tightly and thought quickly in his mind.

On the extended bass suspended chord, Senesino began to play sparkling fragmentary notes in the piano's extreme high register.

"My chest has a witnessing virgin to prove it:

There is a mysterious wound left by the dignified teeth...

From the usual dream, the pure waist and back ridge -

I closed my eyes, but my eyes followed it closely -

You will bloom again, on the lake where you are waiting for me!

I am proud of my noise, and I will proclaim the goddess for a long time,

And I will use the brush and color of idolatry,

Once again, I will take off the dress from their shadows!"

The teasing percussion in the piano's high pitch and the chromatic movement in the low pitch form an irresistible torrent of love, as dizzying and violent as a sledgehammer swinging up and smashing down.

Fanning, who was lazily leaning on the seat, suddenly sat up straight.

"Poem of Awakening"!

Of course, it is not the original or adapted version of the first movement of his "Summer Noon Dream", but Senesino's "Sacrament of Pleasure" also embodies the divine color of "Miss Scarlet".

Including the diatonic system constructed with the framework of mi-fa-sol-la-xi-sharp do in the piano accompaniment, it is also deformed through the polluted material of the "D minor major seventh chord"!

In a sense, the musical vocabulary of "The Pleasant Sacrament" and "Poem of Awakening" has a certain knowledge homology, and according to Fanning's residual impression, many fragments and expressions of this poem written by Senesino come from "Original Secrets" - the taboo book involving the secret transmission of "Pool" that he seized when he investigated the "Red Agate Cultural Media Company" gathering point in the northern continent.

Fanning's fingers began to tap the table while thinking.

"Oh, fairy of Linze,

Let's blow the changing memories into a circle!

My eyes penetrate the reeds and

shoot to the fairy's neck!"

The soprano's melody jumped up ten degrees, and then gradually fell down with a diminished seventh chord like a trembling groan. Such a difficult fragment, Renila not only did not feel overwhelmed, but smiled at the audience who were fascinated.

"When they dipped their heat into the waves,

throwing a cry of anger into the sky above the forest,

then the glorious bath of their hair, like waves,

hidden in the trembling of jasper and the sparkle of gems!"

The piano entered the interlude, and as soon as Renilla stopped singing, applause broke out and lasted for eight bars.

After the applause subsided, she continued to sing, singing very lightly and pleasantly, with a rhythm so light that even Senesino's fingers running flexibly on the keyboard could only follow closely.

"I came. Ah, I saw at my feet,

several fairies, haggard and tired from sorrow,

sleeping in their white arms intertwined;

I did not untie their embrace,

but grabbed them,

and ran into the bushes hated by the frivolous shadow!"

The graceful Renilla poured out her inspiration on the stage, while Fanning was thinking about the possibilities.

He didn't think that the Pleasant Listening Club would be able to directly cause any trouble in tonight's competition, because there were not only a large number of extraordinary elites from the Special Patrol Hall and the Church, but also masters of Luckert's level. However... Renilla's intention to win the championship was obviously part of the preparation for the subsequent secret church plan. The Special Patrol Hall had some actions that were obviously earlier than his own. Why did they start to "keep a low profile" in this matter?

Now the most direct relationship between this matter and himself, in addition to the competition with Miss Nightingale, is the pollution homology problem of "Poem of Awakening".

"Music performance is a ritual. If the host of the ceremony is Renila, Senesino and others at the Flower Ceremony a week later, and they adapt "The Pleasant Sacrament" into an orchestral and choral presentation, or simply use my "Poem of Awakening" as a prayer, then as the ceremony is carried out, will the knowledge high ground that I have occupied with great difficulty be explored and dismantled by "Miss Scarlet" and return to passivity?..."

"In that case, the unknown mechanism of "Great Auspicious Time", the inexplicable strangeness of the southern continent, and the confrontation between Joan and "Miss Scarlet", some things may go out of control?..."

"It seems that I should not only strive for the championship of this famous singer competition and the ritual music qualification of the "Flower Ceremony", but if I want to maintain my advantage in this pollution fight, I must also have a deeper dismantling study of the secrets of the "Pool" and speed up the creation of "Summer Noon Dream"..."

Fanning's hearing was more actively called upon.

On the stage, the piano and the voices rose up layer by layer, gradually pushing the thirsty mood expressed in this "Pleasant Sacrament" to a white-hot stage:

"Here, the roses are drained of all their fragrance in the sun,

Here, our play can be like the burning day.

I worship you, the rage of the virgins, oh, joy-

The shy joy comes from the sacred and naked burden!"

"They slipped away and escaped from my burning lips,

Lips like trembling lightning! Drink the secret tremors of the flesh,

From their ruthless feet to their shy hearts,

The wet purity abandoned them at the same time,

I don't know if it was a passionate tear or an indifferent dew?"

The audience's desire and appetite were high, and their fingers were grasping in anticipation. The remaining more than 30 judges also blushed when they heard it, and kept shouting and cheering in their hearts, and they broke the bouquets in their hands one after another.

In fact, the piano accompaniment of Senesino was not as natural and perfect as Scheler's, but rather had a considerable improvisational style, but its color was too dreamy and blurred, and Miss Cuckoo was charming, singing the melody thirstily and seductively. For a moment, all the remaining love and devotion were harvested on her like sheaves of wheat.

There is no doubt that after the competition, there are quite a few people here who will go to seek pleasure and relieve their thirst in a way that suits their appetite.

"When I happily conquered the terror of betrayal,

"My sin is to untie these goddesses,

"The entangled and inseparable kisses;

"When I just wanted to bring out a fire of laughter,

"Hidden in the sweet rising and falling waves of a goddess,

"Looking at the other with one finger at the same time,

"The innocent sister who didn't blush,

"I want my sister's passion to dye her white feathers red!"

At the end of the climax of the music, Senesino used a special appliqué + major chord playing method, allowing each oscillating color to show its unique appetite and pleasure. At this time, the audience stood up with dry mouths and listened. All the bouquets were folded down, even on the judges' bench.

The remaining light that was originally waving in the hands of music fans was now concentrated on Miss Cuckoo. The dazzling red light dyed through her white dress, completely igniting the souls and desires of the audience.

"You know my passion is ripe and crimson,

Each pomegranate bursts and buzzes like a bee,

Our blood loves the one who holds it captive,

Flowing and rolling for the eternal swarm of desire! "

Miss Renilla freely extended the last note of E flat and stayed there for more than ten breaths. Before the piano finale ended, crazy applause and cheers swept the entire hall in the blink of an eye!

In the first scene of the third round, as soon as the long poem "The Delightful Sacrament" was performed, all the remaining love and infatuation were harvested by this Miss Cuckoo!

Now, every time Renela walks up and down the stage, she leaves a burning footprint with rising sparks!

Unlike the rush of enthusiasm in the audience, Fan Ning was like a detached bystander, leaning gently on his corner seat with his arms folded.

Depth and longing are potential steps towards divine transformation, but there is more than one silhouette of radiance, and there is more than one path of ascent that each creature is good at mastering. It must be acknowledged that joy and love can do the same.

What Fan Ning is best at is always the combination of inspiration and reason to dismantle the artistic rules in everything he sees. This is exactly what "Endless Fugue" teaches.

He began to recall and dismantle the red secrets behind this music and poetry, trying to provide reference for his own vocabulary.

"What humans say can be a metaphor for divinity. My initial idea was correct. The fourth movement was rightly named 'Humans Tell Me'"

"Their ideas are worth learning from. Telling the secrets of angels through human mouths is undoubtedly 'rising higher in the dynamic'. For example, in "Skeleton Song", people's food, sex, and one-on-one love , the banquet in real life, "twenty-six pleasant fruits, seven punishments, nine gardens, four regrets" which not only depicts different ways and scenes of love, but also metaphors people's pain and suffering. Confession, this was a brief discussion of the 'pool'."

"In "The Delightful Sacrament", the narrative tone has changed. The erotic scene has changed from a realistic garden to a more transcendent fantasy. The object of sexual intercourse has become a demigod, and even a fairy. One-to-many indulgence, this is undoubtedly an unabashed and extremely detailed discussion of 'Chi'."

"The idea of ​​metaphorizing divinity must be good, but this is what my opponent told me. My own climbing path is different. How to let my student Miss Nightingale metaphor divinity, I still need to listen to what she tells me. "

"The text, especially the text, is very important. If you want to add vocals to the later movements, how should you make a choice?"

Just as Fan Ning was dismantling these lustful "pool" inspirations, a slightly aged voice with mixed emotions interrupted his contemplation, and the hall gradually became quiet within a few seconds.

It was Master Lucter who spoke. He stared at the girl at the back of the stage, her whole body bathed in red and blue light:

"Miss Nightingale, everyone's bouquets have been folded."

"We respect your opinion, do you think it's necessary to continue singing?"