As soon as Xue Candle finished speaking, Duanmu Li's cold gaze shot away, and Xue Candle smiled after speaking, and resumed his lazy smile. But Qin Muyu was sure that he was not mistaken, just now he looked like a beast that chose people and loved them. Lookout.

"I'm afraid that you don't have that ability, and your Mozhu girl doesn't know which one is better than the second prince's piano sound." Duanmu Li looked at his mouth coldly, and Xue Candle hooked the corners of his mouth,

"We'll see."

Qin Muyu sighed, and suddenly felt that Mozhu was not worth it - this Xue Zhu didn't take her to heart at all, and he didn't know what would become of Mozhu's exit from the pavilion later. The people that Mo Zhu expected were taken for granted, but it didn't seem to make sense at all in Xue Candle.

Thinking of the first time they met, Xue Zhu inexplicably agreed to her and Brother Yan for a ride, but left Qin Muxue in the forest. What kind of person is Xue Candle?

Seeing Qin Muyu's thoughts, Xue Zhu said,

"What kind of person I am, little one, you will soon know. You can only rest assured that I will not treat you badly no matter what. ”

Duanmu Li's gaze became even colder, and Qin Muyu directly ignored Xue Candle's ambiguous words.

"Sixteenth, Murong Family, Murong Qingli."

"Murong Qingli." Xue Candle's gaze followed Qin Muyu to the man who was slowly walking towards the stage, his face was handsome, and his gestures were even more like the bearing of a son of a family, warm as jade. Xue Candle's eyes narrowed slightly, "This is the person the little guy fancies?" But that's it. ”

Murong Qingli Shi Ran sat in front of the qin, and said before the qin played, "You better prepare the veil first and be mentally prepared, otherwise it will be easy to make a fool of yourself." The tone is incredible, but the meaning is a kind of flamboyant domineering.

The sound of my piano can make you cry and make you ugly! What a flamboyance!

"Hmph." Xue Zhu snorted softly, sat down nonchalantly, and his mouth was full of sourness, "The tone is really not small." Duanmu Li also frowned slightly, only Qin Muyu was looking forward to it.

"Let's get started." The five emcees were also secretly annoyed, but Murong Qingli was the identity of the second prince, and it was difficult to accuse him.

Murong Qingli smiled at the corner of his mouth, picking and being picky, only one piano note, and the beginning was very heavy, but everyone trembled in their hearts. It was obviously in the field, but the sound of the piano came from nowhere, which suddenly made everyone present feel like they didn't know where they were.

Bitter, what is bitterness? Sweet, what is sweet? Murong Qingli took the lead, and suddenly set out a sad tone, and the bitter man's tongue was numb. What makes the sound of the piano make people cry? Is it pitiful or pathetic? Is it jealousy or loss?

The eight hardships of life, birth, old age, sickness, death, love and separation, resentment for a long time, can't ask for it, can't let go. Life goes round and round, and you can't get around these eight sufferings.

Tang Wanyue is bitter, she can be relieved of Jiang Zhaoye's departure, she can be relieved that Jiang Zhaoye is still alive, she can comfort herself to be strong and let go, but she can't pass three words, love parting. Mozhu has bitterness, seemingly confident and even proud of her heart with an inferiority complex that goes deep into the bone marrow, she has been worried and embarrassed, afraid that she will not get a promise, and she only smells the three words "I can't ask for it" and is already miserable and hard. Who in this room does not suffer? I have experienced joys and sorrows in old age, I have passed most of my life, and I have seen how many births, old age, sickness and death, but I am not afraid that one day I will never be able to open my eyes again, I will no longer be able to see the rising sun the next day, and I will not be able to see the comfort of my children and grandchildren around my knees. is as cold as Duanmu Li, indifferent as Xue Candle, how can there be no suffering? Duanmu Li and Xue Candle's hearts flashed with "I can't ask for it, I can't let it go", Duanmu Li clenched his fingers, but Xue Candle was sweet and full of fish. What does it mean to be terminally ill or happy?

No matter how low a tone is, it can't hurt everyone's heart, unless, he finds the weakest piece in your heart, as long as you touch it, it hurts into the bone marrow.

There is a kind of piano sound that cannot be described in words, you can't grasp its melody or even know its ups and downs, but it can pull you into a deep dream at once, like a nightmare. Cut you apart, throw away the flesh and blood, and leave only a sincere heart, the more you care about something, the more afraid of what others will touch. But pain has a wonderful effect, the more it hurts, the more it can make people stronger, and the more you lose and make you afraid, the more you can cherish it.

Qin Muyu's eyes were already stained with tears at some point, from being bullied as a child to the helplessness of killing his mother with his own hands, from wandering alone in his previous life to scratching his face in order to protect himself to begging everywhere to be spit on his face and even peeing on his body in order to survive, from his previous life to crawling step by step to the leader of the beggar gang to creating a sword pavilion alone, scarred and fleeing everywhere, unable to sleep for a few days...... It was as if she had been reborn and returned to the past, and the sound of the piano from nowhere pulled her into a nightmare. The more scars in the heart, the heavier the demons in the heart, and many things do not exist without thinking about it. Qin Muyu will continue to compromise, from tolerating Duanmu's brothers and sisters to being obedient by Duanmu Li's side, in addition to the fact that she doesn't want to make trouble and just wants to live an ordinary life, it is more of her own deeply buried fear.

Yes, it hurts so much, it hurts so much that she's been making excuses for herself to escape. It turns out that the best way to heal the wound is not to cover up the wound and bury it, but to dig out the rotten flesh in the wound ruthlessly, and the wound will grow despite the pain in the process.

I don't know when the sound of the piano has ended, no one speaks, no one applauds, everyone is understanding the process, the process of beating the heart hard. Some people have been disguised and disguised, but they were broken by a blow, and they are no longer crying at this time; Some people are secretly burying wounds in their hearts, and they are secretly combing at this time, and they are deciding whether to dig up the rotten flesh or bury it again; Some people, like Duanmu Li and Xue Candle, suddenly understood what was the most important thing in their hearts, a relaxed and lazy look in them was a little more ambitious, and a cold eye secretly determined their decision.

"Haha, it's really a good piano, it made me cry." A voice of extravagance and evil suddenly sounded from the second floor and a pavilion, a man who was seven points similar to Murong Qingli opened the door curtain, stepped on the window edge with one foot, tears on his face, obviously embarrassed, but his eyes were clear. "With such a piano sound, the emcees don't score it? Otherwise, let the master give one, all ten! ”

Murong Qingli raised his eyes and looked at the man with an evil face, neither humble nor arrogant, the two looked at each other silently for a while, Murong Qingli got up, and the man pulled the curtain and returned to the pavilion.

"The sound of the piano is unparalleled." In a loft on the second floor, there was a somewhat uninhibited and admiring voice, "In the next place, Zhuge Linyun." This trip to Ruihua is really worth it! ”

Xue Candle sat lazily on the bench again, and after Duanmu Li wiped away the tears on Qin Muyu's face, he also said loudly,

"It seems that I really lost this competition, little guy, the hundred taels of gold are yours." The lazy voice was full of indifference, and then whispered,

"But the guy who makes you cry, I'm really annoying." Duanmu Li nodded in agreement.

Mo Zhu gritted his teeth secretly, what did that young man bet with Xue Candle? One hundred taels of gold. She understood the doorway after a slight thought, and she secretly hated it. Tang Wanyue looked at Murong Qingli with bright eyes, although the other party couldn't see her, but he gave him a gift, after the pain, she really decided to seal this relationship in her heart, and only hoped that Jun would be well, and there was no extravagance.

At the beginning, the five emcees with dissatisfaction on their faces had already been full of inflows, which one of them was not very all-nighter about music theory, very transparent about friendship, and which one was not the vicissitudes of life experienced by the year?

"The old man has lived all his life, thinking that he has been able to do everything, but he didn't expect that there are so many regrets buried in his heart. Very well deserved! ”

"Who can have no regrets? But after listening to the sound of the second prince's piano, the old man felt that he had no regrets in this life! ”

"Ah Han, it was me who was wrong back then, if it wasn't for my stubbornness, we wouldn't have missed so many years." The only female emcee wiped the tears from her eyes, but the tears flowed again, and said to a man next to her who had been serious and had been standing with her all the way.

The man sighed slightly, and even hugged the female emcee who was already old and half a mother in his arms in front of everyone, and said,

"Don't be afraid, I've always been there. It's good that you can let go of the knots. ”

Undoubtedly, all ten! There has never been a piano duel in the history of Ruihua that is more exciting than this one, and there is no time when they have jumped out of simple skills but touched hundreds of people with the meaning of the piano. is really worthy of Zhuge Linyun's sentence "The sound of the piano is unparalleled", I am afraid that there is no one who surpasses it in the Three Kingdoms!

"Then in this piano competition, the winner is ......," one person said, but the host interrupted helplessly, "There is also the seventeenth player." ”

The seventeenth player just abstained, how can it be more shocking under the performance of the full 10th? This kind of piano that is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people is only one song, and it is unique in a lifetime.

"What the competition requires is fairness, although there is only one winner, but it is still necessary to divide the champion, the leader, and the flower, and you can fight for the second or third if you can't get the first. What's more, since you have signed up, how can there be any reason to give up halfway? Mo Zhu suddenly spoke, and his words were reasonable.

The master of ceremonies also signaled that it would be good to announce it after the last contestant played, anyway, no one could surpass it, so it was just to give the seventeenth place a face.

"The seventeenth player, Duanmu Mansion, Han Yu."

Well?! As soon as they heard Han Yu's name, many people became interested. Isn't Han Yu the male favorite of the boiling Duanmu Li National Teacher? He even signed up for the big event, which is really humiliating. This time, he is even behind Murong Qingli, and he really doesn't take care of sluts.

Qin Muxue secretly exclaimed, she didn't expect Qin Muyu to sign up, she was really overwhelmed, she couldn't wait to see Qin Muyu's disgraced appearance. Mo Bai was also stunned, and with a roll of his eyes, he understood the reason, afraid that someone had stumbled inside. So, Qin Muyu, how will you deal with it?

Qin Muyu was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, it was really a tree that wanted to be quiet and the wind did not stop, she wanted to watch a joke quietly, but someone was unwilling to set off her intentions.

Duanmu Li frowned and wanted to stop her from getting up, Qin Muyu raised the corners of his eyes slightly, and a smile was an arrogance they had never seen before,

"If someone wants to see my jokes, be prepared to lose face. Alas, it seems that I think I'm a bully. After speaking, she winked at Duanmu Li, "Duanmu Li, I will carry forward your style of music." ”

Then she had the inner strength of luck, and the people outside the sound avenue could hear it clearly.

"When you listen to my piano, you must also prepare a veil, and I am afraid that you will make a fool of yourself. It's best to cover your mouth with a veil, and don't blame me for not having a good word to remind me if I spit out. ”

is also arrogant, she directly opened the curtains and flew down from the second floor, her long hair flowing and her eyes uninhibited.

Sitting directly in front of the piano, Qin Muyu looked around the audience with different expressions, the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile that turned everyone upside down, his long fingers hooked and picked, and his posture was chic,

“！ @#￥%……&*（）――”

The master of ceremonies in front of the stage covered his ears for the first time, and it was a magic sound that surrounded his ears!! Sure enough, Duanmu Li's true biography is deep, the same qin is a tool to express feelings in the hands of others, and it is a tool for killing people in her hands!

It is like a sword meeting, the sound of Jin Ge is endless, and it is like a hundred people wailing, crying and killing the sky, and like a fierce wind roaring, the bow and arrow break through the air, and the blood flows into hatred and sorrow and screams to the sky. These sounds are intertwined and overwhelming, weaving into a nightmare, making people tremble physically and mentally, and goosebumps are instantly together.

A master of ceremonies saw the above picture, and suddenly stood up and turned pale, what is this? This is the battlefield! It's war! After he got up, he looked at the colleagues around him who were still covering their ears and the various kings and nobles under the stage, and he was weak. They can't hear the sound of killing, they can only hear the piercing and unexplained sound of tearing, they can't see the mess after the war, they are just covering their ears.

The other master of ceremonies looked at him with a wrong look, let go of his hand and asked him, and he shouted in this shrill voice, "This is war, this is war!" The other four emcees were stunned at the same time, and the moment they listened carefully, they were all shocked. They were old men, and they were people who had been on the battlefield, but they couldn't tell what this nightmarish voice was. Could it really be that decades of stability have made them forget that the Ruihua border is now in turmoil? It is still this prosperous era of singing and dancing that makes them forget that it is the bitter cry of the death of the country and the suffering of the people, and the last death of the trembling of the slaughtered country.

It seems that the cold wind blowing through the skin brings not cold but gloom, a person independent of the vast earth, the broken flags fluttering beside him, corpses all over the field, even the clear river water has turned blood red. There were vultures with Capa laughter hovering down, pecking at the rotting corpses.

The five master of ceremonies stiffly looked at the young man who was playing the piano, and watched him use the qin in his hand as a weapon, conquer and kill, and conquer their city. Then he stood on top of their corpses and smiled.

"You've lost." The boy smiled at them in a disorganized tone.