The people of Beilu country listened to it.

Someone behind him said lowly, "Tianyu Xianyin, this time the priest has won again."

"Yes, not to mention anything else, because the priests played ancient songs that the South Vietnamese women could not play, and they already won."

Suddenly a little surprised, Yi Lengxue deliberately played wrong, but still won?

Sure enough, after Yi Lengxue went down, the people on the prairie who listened to it were unanimous that Yi Lengxue's music was Tianyin Xianyin. The new priest is still Yi Lengxue.

He frowned, looking at the obsessed faces around him, his heart suddenly understood.

The Beibei National Music is mainly based on the waist-drum matouqin, while the guqin played by Yi Lengxue originates from South Vietnam. For the people of Beilu who are accustomed to the waist drum and horse head harp, Yi Lengxue's tune played by Guqin is undoubtedly a natural sound.

It is impossible for Yi Lengxue, who is a citizen of Beilu Kingdom, to know this. So, she did not play the guqin intentionally. Instead, it was really wrong. It was remembered that the ancient genealogy was a manuscript, which was a little vague and indistinguishable.

She chooses Guqin to win from the listener's psychology. From this point of view, Yi Lengxue is a smart woman.

He couldn't help raising his eyes to the seat in front of him, but only saw the smokeless back of the night, but couldn't see his face. Presumably at this time, he must be very sad. Because the beloved lady, the love of the priestly seat has clearly surpassed him.

I can't help but feel sad for the smokeless night.

在 At this moment, Yi Lengxue slowly walked up to the high platform and gently saluted the people under the high platform. That beautiful jade face was a cold and holy expression.

慢 "Slow!" A clear and elegant voice sounded, but Ye Yeyan, who saw the night, rose from the seat and slowly stepped onto the high platform.

Zhe Yi Lengxue saw that the night came without smoke, and Bai Jing's face suddenly faded from his blood. One face looked like snow and ice, white and cold.

Ye no smoke grows up on the high platform, and the elegant robe flutters with the wind. He ticks his lips and smiles lightly: "Everyone thinks that the priest has won, but you didn't hear it. The priest played There are many mistakes in the song. "

"What's wrong?" The people of Beiluo whispered loudly, "What's wrong, we don't care, we think it sounds good."

"Is that right?" Ye Yan turned his head and looked at Yi Lengxue with a complex look, and said lightly, "That's because you haven't heard really good music."

Yi Lengxue has been holy and cold since she appeared. There is no expression on her face. It seems that she has an invisible mask on her face. No matter what happens, she is the holy and noble priest. A touch of movement.

But, the moment the smokeless night came to power, the invisible mask on her face instantly melted away. If there was no smoke at first sight, her face flashed with complicated expressions. Although each expression disappeared at first glance, she was still seen by the people of Beilu.

男子 This man even moved their immortal priest so much. Who is he?

"Who are you, here you are talking nonsense, and vilifying the talents of our priests. Not yet stepping down!" Some people did not know Ye Wuyan is the king of South Vietnam, shouted loudly.

"If you say that there are better sounds, play them, or we won't believe your words." Another shouted.

Howling and dissatisfaction complaints kept coming one after another. It can be seen that Yi Lengxue still had a certain influence in the hearts of the people of Beilu.

Jin Yun frantically asked, "Girl, Jiang, did you hear something wrong?"

"Surely there are a few mistakes, not only that, but the charm of the whole song is also very different from the original spectrum. The title" National Wind "is not the sound of spring dings played by that priest at all."

Yun Qingkang looked at Seser deliberately and grinned, "I said a long time ago, beautiful women who are good at painting, painting, calligraphy and painting can only come from the country of poetry, etiquette and poetry like ours in South Vietnam. The country of Beilu is only Counterfeit. Girl Jiang will play this song? "

He smirked and said with a smile: "Only because the customs of different countries are different, the women of Beilu can sing and dance, only the waist drum of the first woman, and the singing of the woman behind is excellent."

Skills, not only rely on their own hard work, but also the influence of the environment. If there were no outstanding musicians in Beilu country, how could Yi Lengxue learn superb piano skills? However, what she played was already very good, even if many women in South Vietnam, I was afraid she could not reach her. It can be seen that she also worked hard.

The howling sounds continued, showing how angry the people of Beilu were. If Khan was the king of Beilu, then the priest would be the **** in their hearts.

Jin Yun frowned slightly and said, "I am afraid that the King is in trouble!"

He sullenly understood that the reason why Ye Wuyan pointed out Yi Lengxue's fault was that he didn't want his lover to be a priest. However, how many of these people in Beilu know the piano? I'm afraid that no matter how he says something wrong, they will not believe it.

Suddenly I heard a cricket, and a string of shattered gold harp sounded clean and clear, as if there was a sharp blade of wind passing over people's necks. Those who called cricket suddenly had a kind of choked throat It felt that the yelling sound was suddenly scattered by Qin Yin until it disappeared.

On the high platform, sitting elegantly in front of the piano case without smoke at night, slender fingers pressed on the strings, ten fingers swaying like a round, a setback, and the lifelong sound of the knife was flowing from under his finger. . The violent and surging tunes shook the hearts of the people below, and when they wanted to hear it again, they saw his fingers suddenly withdraw from the strings, and the violent vocal sounds disappeared in the air.

此时 At this time, the howling sounds have long disappeared, and there is silence between heaven and earth.

He stood up, facing the crowd below, his eyes were so deep that he could not see the slightest emotion, but there was an elegant smile on his lips, and he said faintly, "The real good song is not It just sounds good to the ear, but it will make Seoul feel like being there. "

The feeling of being immersed in the realm, those who are still arrogant, remember the sharp sound of the wind that just passed from neck to neck, stagnant in their hearts. They know that there is no sword style, that is just the illusion they feel when they listen to the music. This is the feeling of being there!

I never expected that the smoke would be touched without smoke at night, and the skill was so sophisticated. Fang Cai's string of violent songs, although extremely short, can scare the listener's heart, which is really amazing.

At this time, he was standing on a high platform, his hair was high, and he was hugged tightly with only a golden hoe, revealing his handsome face. A wide-sleeved robe with a light breeze and fluttering clothes. This kind of handsome and elegant and elegant style, look at the silly woman of Beilu country. But when their eyes touched the depth in his eyes, they couldn't help but be shocked. He realized afterwards that he was the King of Kings who was on the battlefield.

"King King, since you said that the song played by the priest was wrong, I wonder if you can also play this song, so that the people of Ben Khan can be convinced." Khan of Beilu Kingdom stood up, dissatisfied. Exclaimed.

Ye Wuyan smiled lightly and said leisurely: "Don't hide Khan, the verse played by the priest was not played by the king, it was only heard. This ancient genealogy is so vague and difficult to distinguish. The king also couldn't see clearly, presumably this was also the reason why the priest bounced wrong. Right? "

Yan Ye turned to look at Yi Lengxue without smoke, and Seiren could clearly see the eager expectations from the crowd, from his beautiful phoenix eyes. He was looking forward to Yi Lengxue admitting that she was really wrong.

Zhe Lengxue was staring at Yewuyan's deep eyes, her red lips were slightly squinted, and her long eyelashes were slowly gathered. She did not look directly at Yeyanyu's eyes. Her body trembled gently in the wind, and you can see that she was struggling. But the struggle was only a moment, and she saw her eyelashes suddenly lifted, her teeth biting her lower lip, and said lightly, "Although the ancient spectrum is a bit vague, I have memorized the tune in my heart. "

At this time, she had recovered the coldness and indifference of the priest.

There was a slight loss of imperceptibility in Yan Ye's smokeless and dark eyes, and he suddenly looked up and sneered: "Since the priest said that there was no mistake, then there was no mistake."

His laughter, although cold, sounded bitter in his ears.

"I'm afraid to endure it for another four years!" Yun Qingkang was sighing suddenly beside him.

He turned around and saw the cloud that was always hectic, with a deep sullen color on his face, and couldn't help asking: "How do you say this?"

Yun Qingkang whispered softly: "The mad doctor and the king of kings are also known to know each other. I have heard about him about one or two. Four years ago, the king of king arrived at Bianguan and met Yi Lengxue. By then, she had It's a priest. Although they agree, Yi Lengxue can't bear to be a priest to pray for the people of Beilu country, so that he can wait for her for four years. The King of Kings misses her compassion for the people of Beilu country, They agreed to wait for her for four years. However, the world is unpredictable. Today, four years later, she will be a priest again. Is n’t the King of Hell waiting for her for another four years? "

4 years!

I waited for four years, so I knew so well.

She waited for four years in South Vietnam, but he waited for another woman in Bianguan for four years.

As an unmarried wife, she was waiting for her fiance. At that time, they did not have deep feelings. They just waited for the faint feelings of the little girl who had just opened her heart. That kind of taste is already hard to boil. And Ye Wuxue at night has no affection for Yi Lengxue. What kind of taste is that waiting?

I didn't dare to think deeply, but just smiled slightly, but the smile was very clear and bitter, as if strong tea was in my mouth.