When Wen Sheng was still learning the piano in Qingni Mountain, she just started to get in touch with the sound of Qi Qin and others, and learned what a musician was, and the first method she learned was to follow the melody to find a certain rule contained in the music, and then completely break it down.

When the music is not in tune, the listener will naturally get rid of the influence of the music.

This is the most basic, easy to say, but actually difficult.

However, Wen Sheng is no longer the former Amon, just like a top martial arts master, even if he loses his internal strength, his vision and exquisite moves are still there, and when he is forced to fight with others, he will not use wild skills.

The thousands of changes in the rhythm are familiar to her heart, and even in the crisp sound of "jingle dong" in her ears, the slightest discord between Zen and any tambourine will leave an arc in her mind.

The contest between the two musicians feels fast in everyone's ears!

There was a roar, as if dozens of pairs of bells and hundreds of drums were ringing at the same time.

Among them, Wen Sheng's drum is very recognizable, "bang bang bang", crisp, fast, always at a height, as long as the people of Akatsuki Village listen to her drum beat, they will gradually break free from the control of the tambourine and reconcentrate.

On the moon worship platform, it was Wang Thirteen who was never greatly affected.

On the one hand, his strong resistance to music is due to the fact that although Zen Li has the strength equivalent to the four of the eight methods of Miaoyin, his attack method is very different from that of the musicians of the Great Liang.

She drove a large number of insects and ants to help in the battle with the sound of drums, and confused the minds of eleven people on the other side with the sound of bells. One attack on a large area, there is no point to talk about.

The Silvermoon Clan apparently wanted to end the battle before the Moon Worship Berry could take effect, just to take a look. There were warriors on the side of Chiyue Village who were injured when they saw blood, and although the other party used ordinary weapons such as iron rods and steel forks, Wang Shisan still noticed something strange at a glance.

There are at least four middle-aged men with martial arts, and they are not mediocre hands, their moves are fierce and heavy, and they are clever in cooperating, and with Wang Shisan's eyesight, they can't see which school and which faction this is the trick.

No need to ask. These are the helpers that Yinyue Village found from outside the mountain, ten years ago, it didn't count as a gang fight, and ten years later, they came to kill them all. If it weren't for them, Gu Wensheng wouldn't have been forced to take such a big risk, and he would have even prepared for the future.

Grandma's, it's these people who always make trouble for him.

Wang Thirteen looked at them even more unpleasantly. Fly and jump to. Single-handedly bring the four of them next.

In the middle of the moon worship platform, the others were immediately excluded from the war group because of their lack of strength.

The insects and ants around him gathered more and more, and hearing the rapid sound of the drums on Wen Sheng's side, Wang Shisan just wanted to make a quick decision, so he turned sideways and let the other party rush at the fork on his waist, and the steel knife immediately slashed down.

On the opposite side, a black-faced man greeted him with an iron bar.

The stick is heavy and the knife is light, and the man's arms are strong. Wang 13 suddenly got close to his body, and his wrist flipped. Turning into a sharpening, the knife and stick scraped and made a tooth-aching scream, and the blade ran towards the man's hand holding the stick.

"Young Master Lu? Isn't it Young Master Lu? In the confusion, a man came up from behind.

Wang Shisan's heart is the same as frying, who cares about the young master of the deer and the young master of the horse, so that the opponent of the stick changes his tricks very quickly, a move "pulling the grass to find the snake", shrinking his hand and hitting the inner elbow and wrist of his knife with the head of the stick, the stick is long and the knife is short, this is about to be hit by the weapon and get rid of it, and he is even more invincible, so he doesn't care what the person asks, and responds vaguely: "Yes, it's me!" Taking advantage of the other party's stagnation, he stretched out his left hand and grabbed the iron rod.

The man was taken aback, struggled to recapture, Wang Thirteen took root under his feet, raised his left arm, pulled half of the iron rod over his shoulder, blocked the back of the steel fork "dang", and shouted with a smile: "Be merciful to your own people!" ”

Saying so, his hands were more ruthless than anyone else, and he suddenly turned around and hit the man who made the stick, and the steel knife in his hand was swung out, silently touching the crotch of the questioner.

The two of them before and after the "......" retreated together, especially the person who was holding a steel fork in his hand, who avoided Wang Shisan's knife, and his face palpitated.

The rest of them also had ugly faces.

"Tell me who you are, we have something to discuss, but don't rush the Dragon King Temple!" Wang Thirteen's hands and mouth moved in unison, while slashing to death, and at the same time still holding friendship.

The few people who fought with him looked like they were about to collapse, and they glanced at each other, making the stick man suspicious: "How can Lu Ye's son be like this?" ”

The one who almost became a eunuch shouted: "This kid is so hot, whether it is or not, take it down and ask it after the fight." ”

The other three were silent, but they sped up their moves at the same time.

said that it was likely to be the son of the old man, but the four strong men did not show mercy to their subordinates, and weapons such as sticks and forks, unless they hit the head and throat directly, it was easy to make the opponent incapacitated, and it was difficult to kill and disable with one blow, so several people had no scruples about making a move, and the stick and fork dance was so bad that they couldn't splash it.

Wang Thirteen was struggling.

Wen Sheng also felt struggling, unlike Wang Shisan, she was not inferior to the other party in strength, but gradually felt that her spirit was not good.

Dr. Mu didn't let her touch the musical instrument anymore, because he had this consideration.

The musicians' sensitivity to rhythm and rhythm makes every time they blow or play or hit, they are fully engaged.

In Doctor Mu's opinion, if Wen Sheng's body is compared to a jade bottle, after a "broken jade", it has been covered with fine lines, but it is only after his painstaking conditioning that it is temporarily stabilized and does not collapse, and it really can't withstand the slightest wind and rain.

Wen Sheng's drumming can only be regarded as barely restraining Chan Li, such a passive defense, and it is still far from winning this competition with the anti-guest as the main player.

She felt that it was getting harder and harder to concentrate, and she frowned slightly, why hadn't a quarter of an hour arrived?

Could it be that the moon worship pulp that the people of Akatsuki Village respect and rely on is actually of little use to themselves?

Thinking of this, Wen Sheng was in a trance, and he unconsciously made two wrong notes in his hand.

But judging from the situation on the field, Meng Gray Yu and his clansmen did not fall to the disadvantage, on the contrary, their strength suddenly increased greatly, and their skills were also much more agile, and they faintly overwhelmed the other party.

The moon berry comes into play.

At the same time, a warm current surged from Wen Sheng's body. It was as if the blood all over her body was flowing to her head and hands.

Wen Sheng could feel it herself, she was like she had drunk too much liquor at this time, and her cheeks were hot. The body is a little fluttery, but the head is very sober.

The sounds heard by the ears were amplified, the sound of drums, bells, fights and shouts, the rustling of grass and trees, the whispered conversations of the people watching the battle from afar, and even the flapping of the wings of flying insects...... It's all there, and it's so clear in the subtleties.

The moon-worshipping berry stirred up what little potential she had left. Wen Sheng felt that her legs were weak, it was time, why was she standing?

Wen Sheng didn't think much about it. He threw down two drum sticks, took out the bamboo flute on his waist with his backhand, and sat on the moon worship platform casually.

As soon as the drum stopped, "Jingle dong". The tambourine of Zen Li resounded throughout the audience in an instant.

The Akatsuki clan roared in unison!

Lijiang Mingxi flew to grab it. Arrived in the center of the platform.

The circular steps around the moon worship platform have been densely packed with all kinds of insects and ants, and the yellow-brown medicine powder in the air is misty, mixed with a large number of black flying insects, like a dark cloud that envelops the entire moon worship platform.

There were screams on the stage, and the bloody atmosphere was permeated, and it was not clear which side had more people falling, only to hear the sudden sound of "buzzing". Those poisonous insects are even crazier.

Wen Sheng pointed the bamboo flute to his lips.

Somebody's blood flew and fell on her collar and white veil. Wen Sheng closed his eyes.

The moon worship pulp is said to have worked for only a quarter of an hour, and the time that belongs to her is even shorter.

The energy she has saved may only be enough for her to play half a tune.

Six songs of "Xi Sheng" flashed in her heart, what are you blowing? The options are very small.

If you want to kill with one blow to lay the victory, "Sailing", "Picking", and "Pounding Clothes" are not suitable, and "Broken Jade" doesn't even need to think about it, even if she can, she is also powerless, and the only thing left is "Tanhua".

Well, let's stop fighting, let's all lie down and get some sleep.

Wen Sheng's lips moved lightly and he blew the bamboo flute.

At this time, she really didn't have the extra energy to distinguish between friend and foe, and from the first sound of the flute, she went to everyone on the stage.

The sound of the flute is soft, which is quite incompatible with the sonorous tambourine and desperate fight on the stage at this time.

When the flute sounded, Zen Li tilted her head to listen, but she didn't feel anything unusual and continued to beat her tambourine.

Only Wang Shisan's heart trembled, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.

The melody of this flute is so gentle and moving, Wang Shisan is familiar to his ears, and it is obvious that he has just been taught by the leader outside Quangang a few days ago, and if this song continues to blow, everyone should fall asleep yawning one by one.

Isn't she a great musician, why is she biased to play this tune? If such a long tune blows down, does she still want to die?

In a flash of thought, Wang 13 suddenly caught a glimpse of two of the four people besieging him, taking advantage of the time to retreat to the back, and a small porcelain vase came out of his hand!

The alarm bell in his heart shook loudly, the moon worship fruit pulp of Silver Moon Village.

He looked up and hurriedly swept through the yellow-brown smoke and saw several Silver Moon Clansmen doing the same thing.

I heard that the fruit syrup was used to replenish physical strength, so they kept it for the battle to take it, but they didn't know if drinking it would have the effect of resisting Wen Sheng's flute.

Wang Thirteen didn't have time to think about it, he only subconsciously felt that he couldn't ask his opponent, especially the four people who were besieging him, to drink this thing.

In an instant, Wang Thirteen was on his back, and his body rushed forward!

This time the empty door was wide open, and he almost sent his back to the enemy, and the man with the stick was also unceremoniously, and hit him the back.

Wang 13 staggered, and rushed to the man with the steel fork, and when the distance was shrunk to the inside, he suddenly stretched out his arms and sent it!

The man lifted the steel fork upside down in his right hand, pinched the porcelain bottle in his left hand, and was pulling the cork with two fingers.

The man cried out in pain and fell over, and the porcelain vase in his hand rolled out.

The other three came to the rescue together, but Wang 13 couldn't dodge, and he was hit a few times in a row.

Wen Sheng's breath was not very stable at this time because of her body, and she had some difficulty in breathing during the playing, and it sounded a little breathing, perhaps because of this, or because of her mood, there was a little more restraint and nostalgia in her flute.

Indeed, as Wang Thirteen expected, the moon worship platform was in chaos like this, everyone on the platform knew that they were experiencing the test of life and death, and no one dared to take it lightly.

Gradually, in Wen Sheng's senses, the surroundings gradually became quieter, and she had no time or strength to look, those who withered to the ground one after another in the sound of her flute, who were all asleep or had died in battle.

I don't know when, the tambourine sound of Zen Li on the opposite side has not moved.

The "buzzing" and "buzzing" insect chirpings have also weakened to the point of being inaudible.

Those beautiful flowers in the world, let me light a lamp to illuminate you.

This fertile land and blue sky, I don't want to stay, but unfortunately I don't know why, he is always a day and a year.

Wen Sheng couldn't control her more and more active thoughts, her body seemed to be flying in the clouds, she felt so tired, she really wanted to lie down, so she ignored it, and supported her body with the mountain.

But no, it was probably based on the instinct of the musician, and until this time, Wen Sheng still clearly heard someone fighting not far from her!

Haven't you finished the fight yet? What about Thirteen, what is he doing?

Wen Sheng's eyes gradually darkened, and finally he couldn't see anything.

But she persevered until the last measure, to the last note.

That's it, I'm tired. I'm so tired......

"Yupan Yunshui", did you get it?

Wen Sheng lay down slowly, although she was dying of breath and lying there weakly unable to even move her little fingers, but perhaps because the effect of the moon worship fruit had not completely subsided, her feeling was still there, and her ears could still vaguely hear the sound.

The sound had to be loud, so she didn't hear footsteps, but felt that someone picked her up, and she didn't know what to hum quietly, so she leaned into her ear and said loudly: "Open your mouth!" ”

Then the man pinched her chin, pried open her teeth, and gave her something to drink.

Wen Sheng couldn't taste it anymore.

The man tightened his arms and hugged her tightly.

Wen Sheng's thoughts were already very wandering at this time, she thought: "Who is this, so hard, is there a grudge, want to strangle me......

There seemed to be a warm breath leaning towards it.

The man grasped his hand, and the palm of it was soft to the touch, as if it were pressed against his cheek.

The ringing in the ears was buzzing, mixed with a voice: "Hold on, God...... Please, Gu Wensheng, it's better to die than to live, you are a ghost, you must be okay, don't go, I'll inhale yang qi for you......"

It turned out to be Wang Thirteen.

Wen Sheng exhaled slowly, she felt that even if she was really dead, she would be angry and alive when she heard these words.

Wang 13 panicked to probe her snort, and grabbed her hand.

Wen Sheng didn't know where he got the strength, and he flicked it outward, hitting him in the face.

It felt wet...... (To be continued......)