The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Cheng Chubi thought about it, but he didn't know what to do, so why would he raise his hips and walk towards the house that Deng liked, not far away.

When he arrived at the door, he heard a very energetic playing card sound from inside, and Cheng Chubi's expression turned black.

Unexpectedly, these guys are more playful than themselves, after Cheng Chubi stood at the door and coughed dryly.

Soon there was a jumble of busy scripts, and then I saw the two brothers Cheng Liang and Cheng Guang.

Come out with Deng Chengxin with the smiling face to show your respect.

As for Cheng Fa Chengda, there are four Cheng Ji Chengli who are on duty at Cheng University.

Cheng Chubi nodded, and strode into Deng Chengxin's room. There were several musical instruments hanging in the room.

Cheng Chubi looked at the four instruments of Dongxiao, Flute, Qin and Pipa for a long time, and then he came to Deng's heart.

"Satisfactory, the flute and flute are your wind instruments?"

Deng Chengxin didn't quite understand why the son asked that, but he nodded his head in embarrassment.

"My son, the villain is stupid. After learning with my father for a few years, he only learned these four musical instruments, so the villain only has these kinds of instruments here."

Cheng Chubi put his arms around his chest and asked Deng Chengxin.

"Hmm... Then you can tell me more about flute or flute, which flower will have more strength?"

"??" Deng Chengxin looked at the serious and focused San Gongzi with a dazed expression.

I always feel that the direction of San Gongzi’s question is a bit crooked. I have only heard about the difference between the sound quality and timbre of the two instruments. For the first time, I heard that I have more strength.

Cheng Guang and Cheng Liang also had black lines on their faces and looked at each other sneakily.

"San Gongzi wants to do something very much. He doesn't have much strength. Does it seem to have nothing to do with blowing?"

"Shut up, the son heard it, maybe let you go to practice."

Deng Chengxin raised his hand in a very complicated mood, took the flute and handed it to Cheng Chubi.

"San Gongzi, this flute is heavier, and it will take more effort than the flute to come."

"Come on, you play." Cheng Chubi looked up and did not answer, but let Deng Xinxin play.

Cheng Chubi, who has been drinking too much, feels that in this life, besides blowing a bottle, he lacks talent for other blowing objects.

Deng Chengxin nodded, copied it, and began to play, an ethereal humming sound instantly sounded in the room.

Hearing the fat and strong Cheng Liang and Cheng Guang shook their heads, it was as if the breath of their rough masters had also been sublimated at this moment.

Cheng Chubi waved his hand with disgust. "Give me vigorous blows, don't be afraid to quarrel with others."

Deng Chengxin explained to Cheng Chubi with a dark face.

"San Gongzi...This Dong Xiao couldn't use too much energy, he didn't pay attention to the shape of his mouth, so he blew it."

"What about the flute?"

"The flute is similar."

"Is there any kind of musical instrument that only needs to puff up your cheeks to make a sound?"

"So...the villain knows it, I'm afraid it's only Sheng and Suona."

Cheng Chubi immediately woke up, when she was about to drain Princess Yuwen.

Father Zhongbao once found a suona instrument, hey, by the way, it seems that he used to see those suona playing in the countryside.

When one blows, the cheeks don't bulge like that mudskipper.

Since there are no balloons, let Princess Yuwen blow the suona, which is actually not bad, not to mention the sound of the suona.

You can also remind her whether she is trying hard enough based on the sound that comes out.

After thinking about this, Cheng Chubi couldn't help but let his eyes relax, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Well, good, good job. By the way, show me you Pipa."

Deng Chengxin quickly took off the pipa and handed it to Cheng Chubi. After he took it, he took a few poses and finally felt that it would be easier to hug it horizontally.

Then, Cheng Chubi's fingers couldn't fall for a long time. Why, because of Te Niang's four strings, he couldn't play with his fingering.

Moreover, the back of the resonance box of this thing is arc-shaped, plus it is too small, so holding and playing, I always feel that it is not as exciting as a guitar.

Cheng Chubi only heard a few noises, and returned Deng grievously.

"By the way, all your musical instruments are made by craftsmen in the palace, or you bought them yourself. You can think of a musical instrument craftsman."

"It was all given to me by my dad, the instrument maker, Xiaoquan is not familiar with it, but my dad is very familiar."

"Well, that's fine, I'll talk to your father again later."

Cheng Chubi stood up and walked out of the house to think about it, and then turned around to confess to the three brothers.

"Don't play too late, remember to rest early."

Then he walked slowly towards his room.

The three brothers looked at each other, all a little dazed.

"What's wrong with the third son, God is talking about it."

"You ask me how do I know, maybe the third son is so idle, he wants to play a musical instrument."

"Yeah, yeah, the third son is going to talk to my father about musical instruments. Does it mean that these musical instruments are boring and want to make a big horn?"

"..."

"Forget it, the third son's wrongs, how can I wait to figure it out, come and come, hurry up and continue to play a few."

Soon ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ There was a happy card playing in Deng Chengxin's room, and Cheng Chubi returned to the room.

Picked up paper and pen, began to draw with his superb line art, and drew a beautiful guitar and guitar profile.

In addition, the guitar has six strings, and Cheng Chubi has only played a six-string guitar. The guitars with other strings have no half-bronze relationship with Cheng Chubi.

After finishing the drawing, Cheng Chubi put the picture away, thought about it, and drew the sand hammer and the violin he knew.

Although Cheng Chubi can't pull it, it doesn't prevent him from making this thing, and it's not impossible for someone to learn it without a teacher.

Anyway, the appearance of the violin doesn't matter even if it is made irregularly. After thousands of years, historians will take a look.

Wow... It turns out that the ancestor of the violin is here, right here, in the hands of the old Cheng family of Tang Dynasty, he is him, and he is the inventor of the violin.

Thinking about this, Cheng Chubi was immediately happy, Nima, Lao Tzu wanted to cut your back.

Who dares to see Te Niang say who made these things?

Well, if you have inspiration in the future, you have to write it down quickly. By the way, you have to write down the process of inventing the guitar and the violin when you have the inspiration.

It must be written in a bright and upright manner, and the feeling of inventing and creating must also be written.

In this way, the archaeologists and historians of later generations can be mutually confirmed.

I have to admit that the old Cheng family, who is a heir to poetry, is the father of music in this era.

More than 1,400 years ago, Cheng Saburo stood on the top of the universe, stepping on countless musical instruments invented by him.

Holding aloft the old Cheng family's flag of walking for the sky, wahaha smiled towards the sky.

At this moment, when he heard a rooster crowing, Cheng Chubi opened his eyes and the sky was already bright...