Wu Feiyu frowned when she heard this, she didn't join this sad feast for a long time, it stands to reason that life and death are parting, she should be very serious, when she was a child, her grandfather's vein was wiped out by the second grandfather's vein, and she also became a Gu weapon cultivated by others, if she wasn't carrying the Ten Thousand Gu Holy Body, she could unconditionally make all Gu things bow down, and she would have died a long time ago.

But for some reason, she can't overflow sadness at all now, not only can't overflow sadness, but also wants to laugh.

Oh my God, there's something really wrong with her. Wu Feiyu leaned on the desk, covering half of his face, with a tense look, brewing for a long time without effect, at this time most of the musicians began to play, and if it was delayed, a stick of incense would be over.

She could almost have foreseen that Qin Du Zhenjun would come to her and comment on a "soulless piece".

Wu Feiyu opened her fingers and looked at Zhan Changfeng in the stands, but saw that she was not paying attention to her own people, but looking at another person, following her line of sight, the beauty in red was holding a pipa, a bundle of black hair on her back, her expression was like ice, but her eyes were soft, and she stroked the strings to make a little desolate. Tut.

Zhan Changfeng was curious about how a big demon with the strength of a true monarch in Bi Fang got in, and he couldn't help but hear Wu Feiyu, who had been stunned for a long time, blow the flute, but this flute sounded ......

"It's too fun to step on a horse, this is a life and death parting with a sworn enemy!"

"Are you here to make trouble, is this a life-and-death parting?!"

When the monk who knew the sound of music heard it, he really talked about the separation of life and death, and there was quite a kind of hearty joy of "the enemy falls, looking up to the sky and laughing", the emotions are full, and the sincerity of the heart makes everyone who hears it drenched in joy.

As soon as this tune came out, it was very exciting for the musicians who were immersed in sadness, as if when you were wiping away your tears, someone next to you told you a joke, which made many people unsteady and made mistakes, and they stopped plucking the strings in anger.

Qin Du Zhenjun sighed lightly in his heart, looking at Wu Feiyu, is this a novelty, or is there a hindsight?

The sound of the flute gradually turned low from clear to bright, as if after laughing, a breath of evil breath in the chest was spit out, relaxed and slightly happy, with the dead of night, the mood became low again, tearing open the picture scroll of memories.

The sound of the flute is suddenly rapid and excited, suddenly treacherous and sad, suddenly annoyed with joy, suddenly life and death, they follow the music, as if they saw the friendship between the two people for the first time, the opposition when they met again,-for-tat, mutual calculation, and there is an unspeakable tacit understanding behind the endless struggle.

After all, that bad breath precipitated into frustration and remembrance in the middle of the night, as if the people were gone, there was no more fun in the world, life slipped into the lake of peace, and peace gradually died.

When the time for a stick of incense is up, the joy of the crowd is temporarily resting, and the ground is full of sorrow.

Some people play the struggle of love, some play the rise and fall of the family and the country, and some play the parting of relatives and friends, but for most of the monks who are not involved in blood and family affection, the most touching thing is the friendship of the same family, the loneliness and prosperity of the family and the country, and the love and hatred between opponents.

Qin Du Zhenjun has already discerned from everyone's eyes who is the most resonant.

If Leru can't resonate, no matter how skilled he is, he will fail.

"Your playing skills are not the best, but your emotions make up for it, and the deep sense of fate is vividly reflected in the conflict, especially the hidden joy and tangled in it, which is handled very well......"

Wu Feiyu was stunned, touched Qin Du Zhenjun's eyes full of approval and encouragement, and subconsciously looked at Zhan Changfeng, and even looked away with a large group of people who were watching her.

... Oh, oh~

One by one, they all showed a look of relief.

Zhan Changfeng sat like a mountain, evoking a meaningful smile.

No, I'm not. I was thinking about killing you like this and that to vent my anger, and when I looked back, I felt that I had killed you and no one had paid the moon, and then I ......

No one cares about Wu Feiyu's explanation, Ledao is an art with a lot of imagination.

Qin Du Zhenjun specially named several monks who played well, and he was most optimistic about his disciple Qin Shi and the musician Chu Lingling of the Donglin Dynasty.

Qin Shi often walks around, her piano sound is engraved with the birth, old age, sickness and death of mortals, the hardships of monks, this time her piano sound, it is about a pair of childhood sweethearts from the mortal world into the Taoist dream, and in this dream of immortality, mutual support, mutual temptation, separation and integration, and finally after hardships and made a concentric oath, but in the end in the long years, forget each other.

Chu Lingling lives in the east of the palace, in the whirlpool of power, looking at the faith of all beings, her Tao Xun voice is always full of great love and helplessness, there is pity for believers, but also for the fate of the family and the fate of the expectation and apprehension, she has just taken the red dust as a song, the meaning is far-reaching.

The artistic conception and skills of these two people have matured, but they were robbed of the resonance by Wu Feiyu's unique song, and they were faintly influenced by her in the later stage, and the artistic conception weakened, and they tried their best to stabilize it before it collapsed.

Although Qin Du Zhenjun regretted these two people, he was not favoritism, and in this round of performance, he gave Wu Feiyu a high evaluation.

The second round is free to play, and you can't attack others with your sound.

Wu Fei Fish ran out of inspiration and performed mediocre in this round. The elegance of Qin Shi and Chu Lingling began to appear.

In the third round, the sound is used as a weapon of attack.

Everyone could hear that they were playing their own songs, interfering with others with their own songs, and with the loss of time, the music was killed, and each sound became a weapon in the hands of the musician!

Wu Feiyu finally had a sense of control, and the strange sound disturbed the mind, like a big net, enveloping everyone and sinking into the darkness.

This monk with his eyes down and the sound of the flute is like a demon in the night, cold and cold, and it entangles everyone's heart, luring the prey to surrender himself willingly and fall into hell.

The other eighty had to come out of their own world and become loyal warriors to resist her erosion.

Chu Lingling flicked her hand, and struck "turn back to the shore", which seemed to carry bursts of Sanskrit sound, competing with her in the temptation.

The melody of Qin poems is long, and the empty and mysterious piano sounds dance like fairy music.

There was a muffled hum on the field, and the musicians who couldn't support it left one after another, and finally there were four people left.

The beauty in red didn't play very well, and she didn't attack with sound, and when she saw that everyone else had gone down, she seemed to come back to her senses and realized that she should go down too, so she walked away with the pipa.

Qin Du Zhenjun noticed that this monk who was really not playing well, but persevered round after round, stopped him and asked, "Who are you, I saw that you still did your best when you played, do you have a teacher?"

"I'm here to make up the numbers. Bi Fang was in a bad mood, and left with a cold speech. King Jing Yao actually doubted his intentions, and used Jing Yao as an excuse to ask him if he wanted to play, and his temporary allegiance to the son was also interesting, this son could not resist King Jing Yao at all, and obeyed him, and even King Jing Yao crossed him to instruct him. Scold...

After a stick of incense, the three people on the field had not yet decided the winner, but compared with Chu Lingling and Qin Shi's pale face, Wu Feiyu was still at ease, and he couldn't see how hard it was.

Qin Du Zhenjun thought for a long time and said, "Music, focus on heart and skill, Wu Feiyu's sound attack is powerful, but there is no heart to music, and the skills are mediocre, which can be seen in the second round, but your first song and sound attack are really amazing, and you can rank second." ”

"Qin Shi's performance in all aspects is relatively stable, but in the first round, his breath was a little unstable, which should not be done, ranking third. ”

"Chu Lingling's style of music is broad and broad, and his heart has been condensed, which can be regarded as the first. ”

The referee repeated the results of the fight, which brought the curtain down on Ledou.

Being able to get the second, Wu Feiyu was quite satisfied, and when he saw Zhan Changfeng, this satisfaction dissipated again, "I have something to tell you." ”

"I know. ”

"What do you know?!"

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