Heavenly Dao Formula

"This..." Xia Fan coughed twice, "Is there an easier song?"

"Then try "Bailigui.Pingdiao"." Yu Shuangxue suggested.

The piano sounded again.

But the result is the same as the first one.

Compared with these women in front of her, Miss Long's singing talent is terribly low.

In order to confirm that it wasn't the reason for the melody itself, Xia Fan even tried to sing it himself, and the feedback he got was not bad, even Chi nodded slightly and said, "I didn't expect you to sing well, it's not too bad compared to me." too much."

The scene fell into silence for a moment.

Xia Fan had no choice but to call Kong Xuanzi aside, "Are dragons not naturally suitable for singing?"

"This... I don't know." The latter whispered, "Whether it was in Penglai or on the way of traveling in the six countries, I have never heard Master Chi sing any songs. At that time, she shouldered a heavy burden, and she was always smiling. Show less, and it will only change after coming to Jinxia City. But..."

"But what?"

"It is recorded in the history books that there were ancestors who sang loudly when it rained. The voice seemed to reach people's hearts like magic, and attracted the whole city to sing together. As for whether it sounds good or not, I don't know. After all, I am just an ordinary person , the only dragon I've ever seen is Master Chi."

Xia Fan patted him on the shoulder and stopped asking.

The conclusion is already obvious.

Insufficiency is Chi's personal problem.

In the graceful and changeable ancient songs, this shortcoming will be infinitely magnified. It’s okay to sing for self-entertainment on weekdays, but as long as you go on stage, you will definitely become the laughing stock of everyone.

Looking at the embarrassing expressions on everyone's faces, Chi finally sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and a terrifying light seemed to shine from her bottomless vertical pupils. However, Miss Long quickly reacted and covered her eyes with her hands—even if she used her aura to suppress everyone's doubts in her heart, it would not change any facts. She approached Xia Fan with small steps, and asked with a little guilt, "Is this plan... not too good?"

"There are only alternatives."

"……what is that?"

"A piece of music for the listener, which suits your style." Xia Fan mused. It is definitely not his way to give up halfway. Since ancient songs are not good, then use simpler popular songs. Relying on the mixing of multiple instruments to cover up the lack of singing skills, the repeated cycle of the main and chorus is undoubtedly easier to learn, and he really thought of a piece of music, even if it is out of tune, it has a unique flavor.

As for whether the masses would accept it, Xia Fan wasn't too worried.

Only literati who control the discourse power in the field of quyi will care about tradition.

People don't care much about tradition.

History has proved countless times that as long as something has advantages, or is simple and friendly to the people, it will be a matter of time before it becomes popular.

...

The turmoil continued until the evening before the process of the celebration was roughly determined.

Xia Fan walked into the princess' bedroom and handed over the proposal to Ning Wanjun.

The latter flipped through it briefly, "Hmm...do I even want to speak on stage?"

"I went to Shangyuan City this time and saw the Lantern Festival. I have to say that the original intention of this festival is quite good." Xia Fan put his hands by the fire and rubbed them together, "The people in power summed up the past in front of the people. , Explaining the future will also allow the people under the rule to know more clearly the direction of future policies and life. Of course, the link of lighting up lights is not necessary, after all, this is Jinxia City, and it should have its own unique way of celebrating. "

"You want to turn it into a new tradition?" Ning Wanjun quickly realized the key to this move.

"Exactly." Xia Fan smiled, "The so-called sense of belonging is essentially brought about by differences in customs. As long as the city changes fast enough, migrants can easily integrate into the local area—for these two groups of people anyway. For them, the things they accept are all new, and the gap between their cognitions cannot be widened."

If a place remains the same, the migrants will spontaneously gather together, making it difficult for them to truly become part of the new city even after many years have passed. Therefore, for Jinxia City, which has absorbed a large number of refugees, it is obviously beneficial and harmless to use new traditions to bridge this gap.

Ning Wanjun nodded thoughtfully, and then pushed a book to the side of the table, "By the way, the tree species manual was also sent by the Silver Star Tree Boat. Their new elder seems to want to sign a covenant with Jinxia as soon as possible." , open up trade, as we did with Noah the Elf."

Xia Fan took the book, "What do you think, Your Highness?"

"In principle, there is no problem, just sign another copy according to the template on the other side." Ning Wanjun seems to have considered this issue, "But Noah returns to Noah, Silver Star returns to Silver Star, the two covenants can be similar, But not completely consistent."

"Why?" he asked intentionally.

"The combined number of elves on the two tree boats has exceeded 50,000. If a few more ships come, wouldn't they overtake Jinxia City? Signing the covenant separately can at least maintain the difference between the tree boats. If there is any problem in the future, It’s not enough to knock down a boat with one shot.” ​​The princess pondered, “Of course, there should be no obvious difference in treatment, otherwise Jin Xia will be suspected of provoking internal disputes. Didn’t you say that the Bureau is preparing to make portable guides— —”

"That's called an ID card."

"In short, it may be possible to make a fuss about this, such as marking which tree boat the holder is from on the certificate issued to the elves, so that it will not be offensive and maintain a certain distinction."

Xia Fan raised the corner of his mouth. Being able to consider such details shows that Princess Guangping has taken another step forward in governance.

"I have nothing to say."

He opened the book, looked at it and asked, "Isn't Silver Star's spiritual tree seed exactly the same as Noah's?"

"According to the elves, there are two or three differences." Ning Wanjun replied, "If the tree boats are farther apart, the difference in seeds will be greater. They also said that the environments at the southern and northern ends of World Island can be different." It is so different that it looks like two worlds, so there will be a division of labor in the production of tree boats in each area."

Could it be that the spirit tree is exploring different evolutionary directions... Xia Fan couldn't help thinking to himself, it sounds incredible that a single plant can evolve into an evolutionary tree diagram that can only be displayed by thousands of species. It would be great if there is a chance to go to World Island to take a look in the future.

Turning to the last page of the book, a special spherical fruit caught his attention.

The elves call it "bug fruit".

The size of this fruit looks similar to that of a coconut, and the shell is covered with fluff, which can secrete a very viscous colloidal liquid to stick to the bugs, and then absorbed by the fluff. The islanders will break open the fruit when it is ripe, and take out the colloid inside to glue bows and arrows, armor, and even furniture and other utensils. It is also one of the special products of Silver Star.

Xia Fan picked up the pen and ticked it lightly, and included it in the next batch of transaction lists.