Tan Yaohua, Gu Wensheng, and Zhong Tianzheng, three young people who are not yet twenty years old.

Outsiders looked at the flowers in the fog, and under the influence of their proud achievements, they felt that the three of them still had a lot of chance of winning, but they themselves knew how grim the shape was.

Without Bian Qingchuan's drums, Wen Sheng's "Cai Jing" could not affect the eight methods and six layers of the wonderful sound, and could only rely on "Boat" to barely support.

Like Kong Changyi and Yi Xingbo, once they blow the iron flute and play the pipa for the whole hour, there is no problem, but according to the consumption of "Sailing", Wen Sheng will definitely not last so long.

Tan Yaohua's left hand "led down", his fingers slowly moved left on the strings, and the strings "squeaked".

As a survivor of the desperate fight of Shicai, he knew too well the situation of the team at this time.

The third uncle can fight one against two, what about him?

The burden of winning does not fall on one's shoulders, how can one retreat.

The right hand quickly picks, wipes, picks, "trivial", and then a thirteen-tone "long trio", the hand waves and sends, the sound of the piano with the air turns, thick and majestic.

Mr. Tan Si, who was watching the game in the audience, raised his eyebrows when he heard this, his nephew wanted to fight one against two, and the number of piano acoustics was not the third brother, but him.

It is reasonable to think about it, the sound of the third brother's piano comes and goes, which is unpredictable, but at this time, the nephew still has two companions, and he can't be discarded. Therefore, he learned from himself and wanted to suppress the audience with the sound of the piano.

Mr. Tan Si was surprised that Tan Yaohua really learned a little bit of charm.

This nephew is gifted and intelligent, and he has been pinned on high expectations by his family since he was a child, and it is rare that he is willing to study hard, and he has reached the sixfold realm at such a young age.

Under the strict orders of Mr. Tan, the brothers, including Mr. Tan Er, only carefully taught the skills and fingering of playing the piano, answered all questions, and encouraged him to read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles, but he never confided in him the secret of how to practice himself.

He is not yet twenty years old, and further down, it is already difficult to improve by fingering or something, practice bones, practice qi, practice heart, and only after mastering can he form his own style.

The whole family is waiting to see what kind of skills Tan Yaohua will comprehend.

Will he end up like himself?

Mr. Tan Si felt that if this was the case, he was afraid that the old father would be quite disappointed. It's not that his piano sound is not good, but Tan Yaohua's temperament is not suitable, and his heart is soft.

On the stage, Tan Yaohua suppressed Kong and Yi with his own strength, and the two old musicians were a little surprised, Mr. Tan Si was their old opponent, and they couldn't tell what Tan Yaohua was doing at the moment.

Wen Sheng was given a moment of respite.

This game has been going on for half an hour unconsciously, and the string at the bottom of my heart is too tight, and I have used "Picking" a few times in the middle, and I feel tired and tired, and my palms are oozing sweat.

It would be nice if she could take a break, Wen Sheng struck a "wandering" with her left hand, and then plucked her right hand, and the half-hour "Boat" bounced down, she looked at it casually, familiar with it, but her mind was suddenly in a trance.

Fuqin is an elegant thing, when I play it handy, I play it physically and mentally comfortable, but I use it to win.

No, no, I shouldn't have any hesitation, who said that the heart should be as fast as water, and the wind and rain should be as fast as laughter, just out of nature.

was so tired that it became more and more difficult to concentrate, and a different voice appeared in Wen Sheng's mind for a while.

Others hadn't noticed anything unusual about her, only Zhong Tianzheng, who was sitting behind Wen Sheng's side, couldn't help but raise his head.

From his point of view, he could clearly see that Wen Sheng's face was getting paler and paler, the black hair on her forehead had already been wet with sweat, and a drop of crystal sweat slid down her sideburns......

Her injuries are just right, is the result of the second team battle acceptable?

If at this time, if anyone put a mirror in front of Zhong Tianzheng's eyes and told him to see himself clearly, he would sneer at him: how could this person with hesitation and worry in his eyes be him?

It's a pity that the person who was stared at like Zhong Tianzheng didn't have eyes behind him, and Wen Sheng didn't know it.

She just felt that she was almost at her limit, and this state couldn't last long, so she had to adjust quickly.

Wen Sheng made a quick decision, skipped "Sailing", and played "Logging".

As soon as "Logging" came out, Tan Yaohua, who was under great pressure, unconsciously lifted his spirits, but it was said that the most affected was Zhong Tianzheng, who focused his attention entirely on Wen Sheng.

What is happiness?

In Wen Sheng's piano sound, there are sunshine, four seasons, verdant grass and trees, and gorgeous mountain flowers, but this is too far away from Zhong Tianzheng, and he unconsciously remembered the nights in those mountain passes, the common secrets, and even the "bad horse" that always opposed him.

Wen Sheng had no choice but to nourish his body and mind with "Logging", which nourished the hearts of two people.

Kong Changyi felt that the atmosphere on the stage was a little strange.

The sound of his iron flute was originally high-pitched with slaughter, and with Yi Xingbo's pipa sound, it could even promote the murderous aura in it.

Even when the Eight Methods of Miaoyin had not yet appeared and there were no musicians in the world, Pipa Wuqu formed an indissoluble bond with the battlefield and the battle, and the mystery of it was here.

But at this moment, whether it is the sound of the iron flute or the sound of the pipa, it is still high-pitched and urgent, but the rich murderous aura on the stage has dissipated invisibly for some reason.

This greatly weakened the lethality of the two people's music, making it easier for Tan Yaohua to deal with it.

No need to ask, this is made by Gu Wensheng and Zhong Tianzheng again.

Kong Changyi is free and easy by nature, and he wants to give the two young people a good look, he ignored Tan Yaohua's attack, turned his head unexpectedly, and the iron flute "woo" went straight through Wen Sheng's ears.

This sound was high and fast, Wen Sheng only felt that her scalp was fluttering, and she couldn't take it without "Sailing".

The left hand pressed on the strings, slid briskly, and the right hand responded with several scattered sounds, and the barrier of "Sailing" should be on the loose sounds, rising a little slower, and the sound of the iron flute had reached her ears.

Zhong Tianzheng's flute sounded at this time, light and short leaning sound, its function is not to attack, but to decorate the main tone, too light and too short, it is difficult to notice in this chaos, and because of the lightness, its speed is faster than that flute, so that the last to come first.

It corresponds to the melody of "Sailing", and it is decorated with the sound of Wensheng's piano.

The invisible barrier rose suddenly, and Wen Sheng barely felt the impact of Kong Changyi's flute.

But Kong Changyi's feeling was very different, he felt that he suddenly seemed to have hit a copper wall, the sound of the iron whistle trembled, and the sound did not know where it went.

Tan Yaohua's piano sound attacked again, and he had to change the target.

At the same time, Yi Xingbo's expression changed drastically, and his pipa sound turned uncontrollably for some reason. R1152