Musicians were different from courtesans and chaste entertainers; they did not need to show their faces in public.
Fortunately, she had decisively learned the guqin and pipa back then, which was why she had successfully landed the job. She was now behind the curtain at the side of the first-floor hall, rehearsing music. She needed to coordinate with the other musicians. One had to be serious in one's work; only seriousness brought success. Even the smallest matters deserved seriousness.
There were many musicians: pipa players, flute and xiao players, flower-drum players, lusheng players, and many instruments she could not recognize. The guqin held an important place among them, and the musicians were somewhat worried about whether they could work well together.
Thankfully, familiarity came with repetition. Drawing on the skills brought by three hundred years, she successfully blended in.
Bai Yujun pondered.
Since flute music could merge with the Wind Control Talent to create a killing move, could the guqin do the same?
If she wanted to do it, she did it. Before she knew it, she had woven her talent into the guqin. In truth, this move was less destructive than the Hengdao or a heavy saber, but it was elegant and lofty. Most importantly, it was mysterious. Just imagine someone standing there in dashing attire with a qin in hand, calmly playing while facing enemies, only for those enemies to die without knowing why. It was certainly better than waving a heavy saber around in a wild frenzy and smashing people into pulp.
The stage hall was lavishly decorated.
Jade branches and jeweled trees swayed in wine-scented breeze; painted beams and brocade shone in brilliant splendor.
Amid the extravagance hung countless paintings, ink works, and calligraphy copybooks. Arranged by an expert, they gave the place both decadent luxury