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The person who spoke did not know Wen Sheng.

This man was about thirty years old, and his clothes and appearance were very ordinary, and among all the people in the seat, he was not at all conspicuous except that he looked relatively young.

But at this time, the one who will come forward to help Gao Qi solve the dilemma is naturally a musician from the Yuyin Society.

This person walked over, stood in front of Bu Yun's master and apprentice, arched his hand, and said: "I am also a new hand in studying music and rhythm, and I haven't studied the flute for a few years, so I hope that my subordinates will be merciful and give advice." ”

Having said that, there were many people at the table who knew him, and Wen Sheng only looked at their relieved appearances, and knew that the word "raw hands" was completely this person's self-humility.

I want to know, the musicians of the Feather Music Society, where can the hand be born when the hand is reborn?

Babyface didn't care, waved his hand, "Then don't talk nonsense, let's get started." Don't chew words with me, I'm a coarse person, I can't understand this. ”

The musician on the side of the Yuyin Club has a good demeanor, and he is not annoyed when he robs him, he just nodded, reached out and took a hole flute, and brought it to his lips to blow it.

The sound of the flute is gentle and tactful, clear and melodious, making people feel like they are in a deep mountain valley in a trance, and they see Youlan blooming alone by the stream, only accompanied by the breeze and the bright moon, which makes people feel stunned and can't help themselves.

Wen Sheng felt that this trip to Hanlan would not come in vain.

If you don't come to the Hanlan Club, how can you hear such a beautiful flute sound with your own ears and experience such a thrilling competition.

It's the same. There is a big difference between this musician of the Yuyin Society and the erratic flute sound of "Huang Tai'an".

It is said that the musicians of the Yuyin Club are on a wild path, and "Huang Tai'an" is learning the "Eight Methods of Miaoyin", which can be heard by Wen Sheng. The one in her ear is undoubtedly more in line with her imaginary beauty: happy but not lewd, sad but not sad.

Music is the voice of the heart, and even if people with different minds play the same piece of music, it will bring completely different feelings to the listener.

I just don't know what kind of appearance Bu Yun's disciple will have?

As soon as Wen Sheng had this thought, he saw that the baby face was holding an iron plate in each hand, and the moment he looked for the musician of the Yuyin Club to ventilate, there was a sound of "bang". Joined in.

With just this sound, many people in the audience couldn't help frowning.

Only then did everyone know that this person was not an ordinary iron plate in his hand. I don't know how it was made, it looks like a gong but not a gong, and it is both loud and harsh. It was like two sharp pieces of iron scraping against each other. The cold hairs all over the body stood up because of it, and I couldn't help but want to shiver and quickly cover my ears.

Many people immediately put it into action, like Shen Dehong, who suffered the loss of the bell at the right time, and when he heard that this iron tool scraped each other, it was even more unbearable than the bell, and he plugged his ears early.

But it didn't work, as the iron plate "squeaked and twisted" and rang non-stop. His face became more and more pale, and he didn't care about dying anymore to save face. Turning his head, he retched on the seat.

Wen Sheng sighed secretly, no wonder Master Wang Xi was extremely disgusted with the musician's methods, the voice made by this baby face was brutal and rude, there was no beauty at all, and it was an extreme torture to listen to in the ears.

But this harsh sound has a natural suppression of the deep sound of the flute.

This is one of them, and the musician of the Yuyin Society abides by the rules of the competition, controlling the sound of the flute from beginning to end, so as not to hurt the innocent.

Therefore, the sound of the flute reached the ears of Wen Sheng and the others, and they only felt that the song was moving, and there was no uncomfortable reaction, but the scream from the iron plate had no scruples.

The sound of the flute was cut by force, and there was a sense of fragmentation in the ears.

The musician of the Yuyin Society held on for a while, and had to turn the pitch higher and whirl with the other party, "woo", and several broken notes appeared in the flute one after another.

Lose!

The babyface was unforgiving, and the iron plate "squeaked" and screamed, completely occupying everyone's ears.

At the table, the weak-willed man could no longer withstand the stimulation, and he held his head in his hands and wailed, and the wine jar and glass that had just been set on the table were knocked over to the ground.

At this time, Shen Yuanzhong was still calm, and the only people who seemed to be unaffected by this sound were the musicians of the Yuyin Society, Bu Yun and his party, Yao Hua, Wen Sheng and Zhong Tianzheng.

Discovering this, Wen Sheng and the three of them all showed surprise to each other.

Yao Hua didn't speak, patted Zhong Tianzheng's shoulder with some relief, and walked towards the seat.

Gao Qi had already realized at this time that his side had lost, and if he persevered, he would not be able to change the overall situation, but would only cause the musician who played the flute to suffer a heavy blow, and he wanted to prevent the two from competing again.

At this time, Yao Hua had already walked into the middle of the field, and said in a deep voice: "For my own selfish desires, so many people here have been affected, and I haven't been learning music for a long time, so I can't help but want to fight this injustice." ”

As he spoke, he dragged a chair, sat down on the edge of the table, and reached out to take a drum among the many musical instruments prepared by the Shen family.

Because Yao Hua is young and not famous, he is a junior at first glance, although Bu Yun pressed the apprentice on the side, he just snorted and did not stop it.

Yao Hua didn't look for a drum stand to place it, put the slender drum horizontally on his thigh, held the mallet stick, and tried to hit the drum skin a few times.

As soon as Gao Qi saw the rhythm of his drum and the rhythm of the hammer, his eyes lit up, and he breathed a sigh of relief and sat back in his place.

It seemed that in an instant, a compact and empty drum sound sounded from under Yao Hua's hands, like a hail falling in winter, and like the sound of the hooves of many war horses galloping at the same time.

Intense, loud, and the sound spread far away, and it was no exaggeration to say that the entire Shen Yuan could hear the movement at this time.

It's really an expert who makes a move, and you will know if there is one.

Wen Sheng was present at this scene and couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

The drum is a very special instrument, the Tang Nan Zhuo described it as a sound that breaks through the sky, penetrating the distance, when he only looked at such descriptions, Wen Sheng thought it was an exaggeration, but he didn't expect that there were really strange people who could do it casually.

When I listen to it again, my ears are full of exhilarating drums, and I can still hear the cacophony of the babyface.

I don't know where Yao Hua came from. Not only a musician, but also a rare master!

Bu Yun's face changed.

Gao Qiya's "Tidal Drum" can be in Bu Yun's memory. Ten years ago, Gao Qi's skills were not as good as the young man in front of him.

There was no need to pay close attention to listening, just watching more and more people at the table return to normal, and then he knew that his disciples were powerless in the face of this drum beat, and they lost a mess.

Bu Yun is naturally short-sighted, although there is no killing in this drum, even if the apprentice loses, he will not be counterattacked. He still couldn't help it, and raised his hand to ring the bell in his hand.

This string of bells has a name, called "Iron Ringing Bell".

It is said that the iron bell should make a crisp and pleasant sound of "jingle jingle bell". I don't know how this Bu Yun did it, the sound of his bell is even sharper than the two iron plates in Babyface's hand.

As soon as the bell rang, it was like a magic sound, and a cold air inexplicably rose in the blue sky and day. Even Yao Hua, who was drumming, seemed a little surprised. In his busy schedule, he raised his head and glanced at Bu Yun.

His drums can lower the disciples, but he can't deal with the master.

Fortunately, at this time, Gao Qi saw Bu Yun make a move, and he no longer trusted his identity.

Shen Dehong wanted to ask him to show his hand in public, and he had already prepared the thick waist drum that Gao Qi was best at, Gao Qi grabbed the drumstick, waved his hands together, and the big drum was "bang" by him.

It is quite interesting to watch Gao Qi beat the drum, if Yao Hua is like a green mountain peak. The hands are like white raindrops, and the whole person exudes a chic sense of ease. Gao Qi is trembling with horizontal flesh, which is indescribably funny.

But no one on the field dared to laugh, there was murderous intent in his drumming, Wen Sheng felt that his heartbeat was getting faster and faster with the drum, getting faster and faster, almost jumping out of his chest, she was still like this, and the pressure on Bu Yun, who was facing the impact, must be even greater.

The deadlock was broken extremely quickly, and Gao Qi suddenly yelled in disgust at the highest/climax of the drums: "Duh! ”

With this loud shout, he raised one hand high and fell heavily, Bu Yun seemed to be hit by the sound of a drum, and staggered backwards, seeing blood from his mouth and nose.

Babyface exclaimed, "Master! "And the big black man stepped forward to hold him up.

Li Jianzhang said on the side: "You go." There are so many of us here, you have to fight hard, you can't get a bargain. ”

Bu Yun stopped the "iron bell", looking at Gao Qi and everyone present with hatred, at this time Gao Qi did not move, the drum stopped, Yao Hua also put down the drum when he saw this, and the garden was silent.

After a while, Buyun gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "This matter is not over, let's go!" ”

He said these last three words to the two young men beside him.

Babyface lost the competition, with a little annoyance on his face, and when he heard this, he hurriedly helped Bu Yun with the black man left and right, turned around and walked towards the gate of the garden.

Li Jianzhang called away, but Gao Qi didn't say anything to stop it, so many people in the seat just looked at the three of them, and no one made a sound.

Seeing that Bu Yun and the three of them walked out more than ten zhang away, they were about to disappear at the gate of the garden, when someone suddenly shouted: "Hey, wait a minute, wait for me, I'll go with you!" The scruffy old man, who had pestered many musicians on the table before, came out of nowhere and trotted after him with his robe.

Bu Yun ignored it, and the baby-faced man turned around and asked, and the sloppy old man followed the three of them out of the garden together.

The last scene made everyone look at each other, and Wen Sheng even glanced sideways at Zhong Tianzheng next to him.

Zhong Tianzheng looked at the direction in which the four people disappeared, with a smile on his face, not knowing what he was thinking.

The feathers who smashed the field returned, and the atmosphere at the banquet became relaxed and lively.

Shen Dehong came over for a long time, and was about to look for words to hold Gao Qi, but saw that Gao Qi had just collected the drumstick at this time, and with a soft sound of "poof", a big hole appeared in the cowhide of the drum surface.

Everyone couldn't help but be shocked when they saw this.

Fortunately, Gao Qi's face was not very good, and he didn't seem to have any internal injuries.

Shen Dehong smiled, swallowed back the words that came to his lips, and turned to Yao Hua: "Yao Gongzi is really ...... Generous and righteous, so young, and amazingly capable, everyone must not know that he just donated 10,000 taels of silver at once, which is really ......"

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