The sound of the piano is melodious, sometimes graceful, sometimes unrestrained, sometimes warm, and sometimes lingering.

  Leng Lingshuang and Xie Fengzhi couldn't help but change their expressions when they heard the ending.

  The two of them have a lot of guqin skills, and they could hear that the ensemble of Feng Chen and Yu Qingqian not only matched very well, but also brought out the essence of the real score.

  Compared to it, although they also played the complete piano score before, it was empty and physical, and there was no god.

   Not only Leng Lingshuang and Xie Fengzhi, even people who don't know the guqin can't help but indulge in the sound of the qin, and naturally they can tell the difference between the good and the bad of the four.

  When the last note fell, everyone was still immersed in the lingering sound of the piano for a long time, unable to recover.

   After a while, Mo Yiran clapped his hands and praised: "Well played!"

  Other talents came back to their senses from his applause, their eyes were full of unfinished thoughts, and they all praised him.

  Leng Lingshuang and Xie Fengzhi couldn't help but look even more ugly again. If it wasn't for the wrong time, both of them would have wanted to scold Mo Yiran.

  The glamorous woman who hosted the host was also shocked. She didn't expect that someone could actually control these two guqins.

   "Miss Xie, Miss Leng and Prince Chen and Miss Yu all passed the first round at the same time. Let's continue with the second round of snatch."

   As soon as the glamorous woman's voice fell, Leng Lingshuang and Xie Fengzhi released their spiritual power.

  Leng Lingshuang communicated with the red guqin she played before, and Xie Fengzhi communicated with the simple and dark guqin.

   Feng Chen and Yu Qingqian didn't release their mental power immediately. Feng Chen touched the strings, and there was an arc on his lips. It could be seen that he really liked this guqin.

   Then he slowly released his mental power little by little, as if he was comforting the guqin to communicate.

  Yu Qingqian gently slides the strings with her fingertips. After playing a song, the resonance from the heart is deeper.

   A tune from the ancient martial arts book suddenly floated in his mind, his hands started to pluck the strings unconsciously, and a rhythm slowly echoed in the hall like a tune with hidden meaning.

   Seeing that Yu Qingqian did not release his mental power to communicate with the guqin, but began to pluck the strings and play it, many people present showed a puzzled look.

  Che Tongtong was even more anxious, "What is Yu Qingqian doing? The time to communicate with the guqin is limited, does she have to give up?"

  Che Feifei thought for a moment and said, "Maybe she has her own plans." But she couldn't figure out why Yu Qingqian did this.

  Others were equally puzzled. Both Leng Lingshuang and Xie Fengzhi sneered in their hearts, and they became more and more contemptuous of Yu Qingqian's behavior, and they were happy with each other, which made it easier for them to communicate and conquer the guqin.

   Feng Chen noticed Yu Qingqian's actions, and when he turned his mind, a clear arc was raised on his lips, and his mind sank into the guqin to communicate.

   Gradually, everyone present was immersed in Yu Qingqian's piano sound again, and even many people suddenly realized some kind of bottleneck in their cultivation when they reminisced about the sound of the piano.

  Some people showed a sudden openness or a contemplative expression, and could not help but hope that Yu Qingqian would play for a while.

  Yu Qingqian herself was completely immersed in the qin music, she was completely integrated into the guqin, and the unconscious little release of her mental power produced a feeling of resonating incomparable with the guqin.

  The guqin is like a duck to water under Yu Qingshen's fingertips, happily playing clear and charming notes one by one.