Xun's voice, such as crying and complaining, such as resentment, sad and sad, tragic and desolate. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe person who blows Xun seems to have crossed from the ancient battlefield on foot, traversing the blood-stained yellow sand, the corpses are exposed, the expeditionary army is gone, and the bare-bones Yu Hongyan fly alone under the sunset. In the end, all the sorrow is full of a pot of wine and a song.

Such a majestic and poetic tune was played by a woman. Even though her face is covered, no one here knows that she is the famous Murong Yunsheng.

Murong Yunshang blew a song and said with a smile: "The eight tones are headed by the golden sound, and the silk and bamboo are the sheng, and today it can be regarded as our turn to be the master of the local sound." I am really fortunate to be able to paint and invite all my friends to come today, and be the first to throw bricks and stones. ”

With such a smile, the atmosphere on the field changed immediately, and the sad atmosphere was swept away. Murong Yunshang is worthy of Murong Yunsheng, her gestures, words and deeds are generous and elegant, which makes people feel extremely comfortable.

Immediately, there were immortals present who smiled and said: "What is the meaning of throwing bricks and attracting jade, it is really too humble to paint Mr." ”

"To paint?" Qing Huan felt that this name was really interesting, but he didn't know what it meant.

Cheng Yao explained to her in a low voice, "You see that the word 'go' is removed from a painting, what kind of word is it?" ”

Qing Huan suddenly realized, "It's the word 'cloud' in Murong Yunsheng, I didn't expect Murong Xianzun to be so naughty." In this way, he was even more pleased with Murong Yunsheng and his people.

Ning Hao said: "Why do I think there is something else?" ”

Not only Cheng Yao and Qing Huan, but also Silent Stream, Yun Xiao, Gongyi Xiu, Yi Zhanchen and others also looked at her together, very curious about what she had to say.

Ning Hao said: "'Go', which can also be said to mean 'lack' and 'less', painting...... Isn't that what you mean by painting, Qingfang Immortal Venerable? Does she mean that she still lacks a painting......

"Poof......" Qing Huan hurriedly covered his mouth. The rest of the people also laughed.

Lonely Liu smiled: "Ning Fuma, why do you want the truth every once in a while?" ”

"Huh." A chuckle was actually uttered by the sound of dust. The others were far away or hadn't paid attention yet, but the sound dust was in the ears of the teenagers' conversations.

Ning Hao was immediately cramped, quite embarrassed.

Yin Chenjue nodded and smiled, and praised her, "Very insightful." ”

Ning Hao didn't know whether to thank the Immortal Venerable for his praise.

After a while, Qing Huan leaned into Cheng Yao's ear and said, "Actually, I think that according to Ning Ning, there may be a third meaning." This time, it was to make sure that only the two of them heard.

Cheng Yao said: "What is it?" ”

Qing Huan said: "Maybe Murong Xianzun means 'go to him and paint it'." ”

Cheng Yao smiled and said, "Well, it seems to make more sense." ”

Qing Huan covered his mouth and chuckled. I don't know if Qingfang Immortal Venerable has studied the meaning of the word "to draw" like them, and it is estimated that he will vomit blood when he hears this.

Everyone here has commented on Murong Yunsheng's Xun music, and according to the order of the eight tones, the next performance should be the golden sound. Qing Huan saw an extraordinarily tall man standing in the seat, with a scruffy beard and casually dressed. Qing Huan was already familiar with this figure, and when he saw the man walking into the field, what he took out from the void bag was not a musical instrument, but a huge wine gourd, and reacted instantly-isn't it the one who made Yun Xiao eat dozens of swords, the Remnant Sword Immortal Venerable?

Thinking of the scene when Yun Xiao suffered that day, Qing Huan's heart hurt a little, and then a slight astringency swelled up, and he couldn't say whether it was sour or bitter, in short, he couldn't help but look at Yun Xiao. Yun Xiao lowered his head slightly, as if he felt her gaze, and he also looked at her. With a touch of his eyes, Qing Huan immediately moved his gaze back to the field, but his heart was no longer as stable as before.

The remnant sword drank a few large sips of wine, and then with a wave of his hand, there was a complete set of huge chimes above the ground, three layers and eight groups, which were mighty and mighty, and occupied the open space in the field.

It has long been accustomed to inviting everyone, and he has been drinking before performing like this, and I know that he can enjoy himself in this way, and the level of music can be played heartily, so I don't care at all; Even if the bystander feels strange, he will not say it.

The real shock was after the body of the remnant sword was stretched.

People in the world always like to call the extremely pleasant music "fairy music", in fact, it is not only the beauty and yearning for the fairy gods, but there are more practical reasons.

Qing Huan felt that with such a joy in his ears, it would be impossible for mortals to play it. Such a complex and huge musical clock, from left to right, from top to bottom, stretches over a very wide distance, and if a mortal wants to play solo, the sound will have long since been cut off from one end to the other; However, the body of the remnant sword soared, turning like a dragon, and it was easy to maneuver between such a huge instrument. Between his hands, there were also various shapes of T-shaped wooden hammers and long sticks, and each strike, even if it landed on the same bell, made a variety of sounds according to his mind.

His performance is not only a piece, but also a masculine dance full of pride. Every blow or impact makes people think of the power of the man's blood in his body. He seemed to carry the desolation of Murong Yunsheng's performance, stepping over thousands of corpses and rebuilding a new glory on the ruins. Everything is vigorous and heroic, full of enthusiasm.

When he finished, even the women present ignited their blood! Chimes, which are often seen in court performances, can be played in such a passionate way!

After that, it is the "stone" sound in the eight tones, chime. As a ritual instrument for the upper rulers to symbolize their own status, chime music has rarely appeared as a daily pleasure in the modern world, but after all, there are still people who have preserved this culture, and the best of them is the cloud of Luojiatian.

The clouds are out of Xiuqi, Qinghuan has not seen his face, but he feels that this person's demeanor is elegant, and his breath is light, and he is really like the clouds and mist that breed in the cracks of the mountain stream, looming, if he is leaving, he should be hidden in the world. The sound of the jade clashing in his hand was more like leading everyone to another distant earthly world. There is no blood-stained desert, there is no rise and fall, there is just a little bit of ancient civilization from scratch, starting from every polishing and application of stone tools by human ancestors. The tragedy in the heart was swept away, the blood was temporarily extinguished, and in such a primitive voice, everyone seemed to have found their original self.

This kind of music makes people's hearts calm.

Next, it is the biggest hit of each eight-tone meeting, and it is also the "silk" sound with the most endless talents.

When it comes to the "silk" sound, whether you are here or not, it is naturally headed by Mr. Qin Jue. Although Ragnarok is admired by it in every way, no one has heard of it after all. But Mr. Qin Jue's piano sound, all the immortals present have naturally heard it. The crowd began to call, "Mr. Kotojue." ”

Yin Chen said with a smile: "There are talented people in the country, and the piano is no longer new." Today's Eight Sounds will be fortunate to be able to usher in two new friends, don't you have curiosity? ”

Naturally, the crowd was curious, and very curious.

Murong Yunshang said with a smile: "Yushu, Ruiqing, since Mr. Qin Jue speaks, you two can't be more modest." ”

There are all big people here who are a lot higher than them regardless of their age or age, and Murong Yunshang said so, Cheng Yao and Gongyi Xiu are naturally not good at prevarication, so the two of them discussed and played a song together.

Murong Xianzun immediately sent his disciples to arrange the piano case in the field, but he temporarily left. But he came back in a moment, but he walked to Qinghuan's side, bent down and said in a low voice: "Little girl, are you Ye Qinghuan?" ”

At this moment, Qing Huan was really a little flattered, because she, like Ning Hao, had long regarded Murong Yunshang as an idol, which was their goal for future growth. Qing Huan nodded hurriedly.

Murong Yunshang said: "There is a reluctant request, I don't know if you can agree." ”

Qing Huan immediately nodded like pounding garlic, "Immortal Venerable, please speak." ”

Murong Yunshang said: "Liuyun Idler didn't bring a disciple with him, and wanted you to go over to serve tea. (To be continued.) )