Pavilions and pavilions.

Su Shu sat in front of the piano table, his slender jade hand touched the strings slightly, and there was flowing water between a pluck and a turn.

The shock of everyone just now has completely disappeared, and they are all poured under the plucking of such a beautiful piano sound.

The listener has the intention, but the player has the heart.

Although the sound of the piano is the same and consistent for everyone, the feeling and artistic conception that can be experienced from it are completely different.

In the middle of the transition, they seem to think of a blank and meaningless life, and the boring mind that cannot be controlled, and the appearance of inaction is so miserable and sad......

Hao Jian stood on the pavilion and looked at Su Shu who was playing the piano on the high platform, his ears were filled with the sound of the piano, as if he could hear a trace of a different flavor......

"Would you rather listen to the song of prosperity than be the lord of prosperity?"

Smiling slightly, Xingchen's eyes revealed a different kind of feelings, and the fingertips that played the slight touch were faint, matching with that beautiful face, dressed in white, even though he was in a lonely place, but he did not have the heart to be lonely.

The soul of a person who is good at understanding music and rhythm seemed to resonate at that moment, and Hao Jian also watched, intoxicated, as if the demon heart in his heart had been strengthened a little more......

......

Under the gaze of countless people, the sound of the piano gradually fell into the end......

Su Shu, who was on the high platform, got up and looked at the people who were still intoxicated under the attic without a trace of mundaneness, and then looked at Hao Jian with his autumn eyes, and Hao Jian was also looking at her playfully.

"Childe, how is the little girl?" Tankou opened his mouth slightly, and he was so moving, looking at Hao Jian, it seemed that he wanted Hao Jian to give an answer immediately.

Tan Yin Chanchan made the mortals in the lobby look sideways, hovering between Hao Jian and Su Shu.

I couldn't help but think in my heart, where did this damn person come out of the scenery, we spent our net worth to see Miss Su Shu, but I didn't expect that the limelight was all owned by you, this kid!

Damn it!

"It's really beautiful, but it's not so appropriate......" Obviously, Hao Jian has mixed reviews about it, although the song is beautiful, but it is obviously too rigid and deliberate, just like you have mastered a formula that tries and tried, and you can do anything to achieve the goal you want to achieve.

However, this is not what you really want!

"Hehe, this brother Tai actually said that it should not be a scene?

Suddenly, a discordant voice came out from the second-floor attic in the distance, like a light and hollow, but with a hint of domineering.

"It's a poet and a painter!"

"It's really a poet and a painter! I didn't expect to be able to meet the two gods in the inner city today!"

"Who is the poet and painter?"

"Hillbilly, I haven't even heard of the poet and painter, you should die quickly......"

......

There was a fierce wave below, and it was vaguely a little higher than the scene when Su Shu stepped into the Zhiwei Building just now.

"The son of the Eight Kings?" Hao Jian smiled slightly, and his spiritual power was released.

Through the ten kings told by the shopkeeper Xiao Er, Hao Jian also roughly clarified the basic summary of Dongsheng, which is nothing more than some emperors who dominate the world...... In the ancient country of Qingzhou, I don't know how many times stronger than such an existence!

The gap between warriors and mortals is not only shown on top of strength, but also those subtle servility!

In Qingzhou and even the entire Kyushu continent, they all have mortals who also have their own servility, and the inconsequential things such as the martial arts immortals giving them the decree circulation gold coins are just to bind them!

And the so-called kings among people are just using the name of warriors to preach the legal system of the divine power of kings to enslave mortals, and in the sense of awe that has come from ancient times, they will have a sense of attachment to them.

Thinking in their hearts, they did it in their hands, as long as they obeyed the king's order, they would be able to connect with the holy warriors.

"This world is like this, just like those imaginative immortal cultivation worlds, not all people are able to practice martial arts cultivation, not only the cultivation factor, but also the servility that is ingrained in the minds of those mortals!"

"What should not be the situation is what should not be the situation, and there is no such thing as not being right. ”

Hao Jian looked at Su Shu on the high platform tepidly, "Miss Su Shu is not satisfied with her performance, right?"

Su Shu smiled, making the flowers dim and the world discolored, "What Childe said is extremely true, there is not much that can be promoted only by songs, compared to what Childe said, the appropriate place is the lack of poetry collocation, right?"

"Hehehehehe......"

Hao Jian smiled, not revealing his edge, his high-spirited white hair drooped wantonly, "This is indeed the truth, the sound of the piano is not young, and the people are more beautiful, if anyone can make a poem to help the fun, even Miss Su Shu should be very happy, right?"

"My son is willing to write a poem for Miss Su Shu, named Baiyi Suqin Mangu ......"

At the abrupt platform of the attic, slowly walked out of an elegant and elegant son, waving a fan in his hand, the eyebrow curtain was lightly opened, the towering hair crown was straight, and the delicate eyes revealed a trace of domineering, and the robes embroidered with three-legged birds and beasts all revealed their noble identity!

The son of the eight kings of the inner city!

The children of everyone in the inner city are well-known, the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all holy hands, and the recitation of poems is widely spread in the land of Dongsheng, and the world praises and says, if there is no Fusu in a hundred years, how to talk about Dongsheng Wannianxing!

Although it is suspected of being extremely exaggerated, most people also believe its name.

After all, the son of the eight kings is not a gimmick!

The ten kings of the inner city are all well-known figures in the world, and the tiger father has no dog son, which is naturally the conclusion.

"Hehehe, the white-clothed Suqin is full of ancient intestines...... Then ask Tuoba Gongzi to chant first, and then Miss Su Shu will see if it can match her piano sound?"

Hao Jian smiled slightly, although the person in front of him looks like a dragon and a phoenix, he is just a mortal, with the passage of time, everything will return to the last dust, where will there be traces of people?

If your poems can be sung for generations to come, what can they do?

You are admired by those who come after them, but can you live in the mortal world?

The answer is clear, you can't!

You are just the ancestors who are remembered, not the more pioneering descendants, everything you do is just for the latecomers to climb your face to a higher level, and thousands of people in the future will only remember those people, and you will only be forgotten by the years, gradually forgotten by all people!

Repeatedly, consistently!

"Hehe, the poem sings, fortunately, the senseless civilization will only bind mortals, and I am the pioneer who always moves forward on this road!"

With a scorching gaze, Hao Jian's state of mind changed dramatically in an instant, although this change could not be seen by outsiders, Hao Jian could really feel it!