Yang Haoyu's expression changed.

At this time, it happened that the tiger roared at the bottom of the pit, and Wen Sheng didn't hear a word of what Feng Songchuan said, she only felt that the words he said must be very unfavorable to herself.

Because after Yang Haoyu listened, he waved his hand: "Then hurry up, I still have something to discuss with Mr. Pan after the competition." ”

The blue-clothed man on the side bowed slightly when he heard this, obviously he was the "Mr. Pan".

Yang Haoyu commanded that sentence, then leaned back, leaned back on the back of the chair, and revealed the lazy and tired appearance in front of the Silk Tong Palace.

Yang Haoyu was present, and there was no turn for the better, and the current situation seemed to be back to just now, everyone was waiting for Wen Sheng's life and death, but Feng Songchuan's expression became more fearless.

Wen Sheng groaned for a moment and said, "Okay, since you want me to fight to the death with this Xiong musician, then I will do what you wish." ”

She readily agreed, and everyone in the audience was a little surprised.

In this kind of gambling fight, the two are on the platform, and the tiger roaring platform slowly sinks, and finally stops in the air more than a zhang high from the ground, which is the place where the tiger can't pounce.

Xiong Yue Ke is a real musician, and everyone who went to the same music stage that day to watch it has personally learned it, and his music can make people get carried away and don't know where they are.

As long as Gu Wensheng shook his mind slightly, he would plant the platform and fall into the tiger's mouth.

Yang Haoyu glanced up at her.

Mr. Pan said: "Then come and set up a life and death situation." ”

Wen Sheng walked over to the table and picked up the pen. Dip in ink, write a few lines on the paper, and by this time. She was still very calm, at least her writing hand was not shaking at all.

Mr. Pan watched from the sidelines, and couldn't help but feel a little sorry, I heard that this Gu girl is a talented girl, especially good at calligraphy and painting, and it is precisely because of this that she offended Feng Songchuan, and I am afraid that I will not have the opportunity to see how to paint. Just look at this font is clear and handsome, like a goddess stretching her sleeves, if it weren't for the bloody content. It's a pleasure to frame it and hang it in the study to watch.

Wen Sheng finished writing the life and death statement and drew it again. Hand the guqin in your left hand to your right hand. Now all she can rely on is the piano that Master gave her.

Mr. Pan blew on his mouth, carefully put away the two life and death certificates, and said, "In that case, please let the two of you go to the Tiger Roaring Platform." ”

Xiong Yue responded, walked to the platform first, passed by Wen Sheng, and snorted coldly.

With Feng Songchuan and others watching, Wen Sheng had no choice. Followed up to the platform, and the two sat opposite each other. They all put the guqin on their laps.

This stone slab was not big, and there were two people seated, and the place suddenly became cramped.

Behind Wen Sheng was the void, and when he raised his hand, his fingertips could touch Xiong Yue opposite.

The two of them sat down, and I don't know who asked Yang Haoyu for instructions: "Your Highness, can you start?" ”

Yang Haoyu responded.

Someone turned on the mechanism, and the platform slowly slid down the stone wall.

Every time it sank, the fishy stench that lingered around it became stronger, and the two of them were one point closer to the tiger's mouth.

Xiong Yue raised his eyes and looked at Wen Sheng, with hatred in his eyes, and sneered: "Miss Gu is not small, don't blame me when you go to Huangquan, if you want to blame, blame that Tan Gongzi for being too partial to you and giving you undeserved glory." ”

Wen Sheng sighed: "But a first-class is worth giving up everything for them, don't you want your life?" ”

Xiong Yue roared: "All my have been ruined by you a long time ago, by you and the one surnamed Tan, you colluded with each other to cheat for personal gain, but he is the grandson of Tan Lao Guoshi, everyone believes his words, and I have become a joke." I want you to die, you die, the world will naturally know that he is wrong, and I want to maintain the dignity of the musician. ”

Wen Sheng shook his head and sighed, "Okay. Right and wrong, at this point, you won't listen to what you say. You and I will fight it out in this battle. ”

Xiong Yue heard her say that she wanted to fight, "sneered", and said, "I can't do it!" He plucked the strings with his right hand, and an empty string finger came up.

Three piano sounds, the air around the platform oscillated together, the tiger below saw the platform sinking, so they stared at the prey, at this time "roared" a loud roar, mixed with the sound of the piano, and the murderous aura swept straight towards Wen Sheng.

This Xiong Yue, but I haven't seen him for a few days, Xu is mentality has changed dramatically, and the musician's skills are very different from those on the same stage that day.

It was still so soft that it gave people a sense of etherealism, so that the listener didn't know where he was as if he was drunk, but the sound of the piano at this moment made people feel that the wind was gusting, and the sand was flying, and if they were trapped in it, they would be lost, but they knew in their hearts that it was not a good place to go.

What a grievance!

The sound of the gò piano was transmitted, mixed with the fishy stench at the bottom of the pit, which provoked the tiger to roar again and again, knowing that the prey was still several feet away from him, and he couldn't pounce on it, but still jumped high towards the platform.

Wen Sheng put his hand on the strings.

At this moment, all she can play is "Logging".

Wen Sheng pressed the string with his left hand, plucked lightly with his right hand, the wind and the sun were beautiful, the mountains and cypresses were bathed in the sun, the sharp axe had been sharpened, the master was holding the axe in his hand, humming a relaxing song, and his steps were brisk.

Xiong Yue's seven strings rang suddenly, and there was a loud bang, it was the ghost gate, and the invisible life-seeking chain would wrap around your neck at any time.

Wen Sheng's left hand is full of notes, one finger over the two strings, and his right hand is like a flower, that is, with a clear sound, the axe is picked up.

Cut down the branches, the next year will sprout, go to stay at will, the mountains and forests are always thriving.

The platform is still falling, getting closer and closer to the tiger's mouth.

Wen Sheng is not only stable in his hands, but also in his heart, his left finger swings slightly on the phoneme to "chant", and the strings swing sharply and melodiously, as if touching the soul of the listener.

It was the logger who suddenly found a nest of chicks among the branches of the cypress, and those birds did not yet flap their wings, and they had soft fluffy hair, dark eyes, and small beaks that made people feel so soft that they could just look at them.

She couldn't help but thrust her axe into the trunk of the tree at random, her body was as light as a goose, and she climbed to the bird's nest in three or two, and watched with a smile.

When it was, the bright sunlight sprinkled down, as if dyeing her up and down with a halo, the breeze came slowly, the leaves rustled, and it was quiet.

The dozen or so people sitting above the Tiger Roaring Platform couldn't help but change their faces in unison, and Yang Haoyu, who was half-lying on the chair, sat up straight.

Including Feng Songchuan, everyone's eyes converged on the two people who were fighting.

What's going on?

Why did the musician's piano stop? Everyone could only hear a cheerful and intoxicating piano song, which Gu Wensheng played. No, you see, Xiong Yue is still playing, but where did his piano sound go?

Xiong Yue himself felt bad.

I don't know why the killing intent is sluggish, the mind is frequently wandering, and the energy can't be concentrated, these are all taboos in the musician's fight.

He knew it, but he couldn't help himself, and he couldn't help but be attracted by the sound of the other party's piano.

Because the sound of the other person's piano reminds him of those happy things.

At that time, the conditions at home were not sufficient, and he got his own guqin for the first time, such as a treasure, he sat up several times a night, groped the piano next to the pillow, and held it in his arms.

His sound of the piano made the listeners praise, and his father-in-law thought that he was a man of noble will, and intended to marry his beloved daughter, and his wife quietly came to see him, and listened to him play a song through the window, and when he returned, he answered the family affairs with a red face. Now that I think about it, how sweet the days were back then.

The happiest moment was when he became a musician.

But just like mountaineering, he climbed to the highest peak, which also means that he went to the highest place, and he never felt lost from then on.

At this time, he listened to Wen Sheng's piano, looked back on the hardships and joys of the journey, and a thought burst out in his heart: "What am I doing?" I am already a musician, how difficult it is to practice piano skills for nearly 20 years, just for the false name of a first-class apprentice, I will bury a qiē at will, the more I bear the blindfold of something, do such a stupid thing. ”

This kind of distraction comes one after another, but in fact, it is just a flash of effort.

Xiong Yue unconsciously dissipated his killing intent, and the army was defeated like a mountain.

At this time, the falling tiger roaring platform had stopped at a height of four or five feet from the bottom of the pit, and the fierce tiger pounced with all its might, and its tail almost swept under the platform.

The crowd above was waiting for the loser in this gambling fight to fall off the stage and be torn to pieces by the tiger.

I thought that it must be Gu Wensheng who fell, but who expected that now it seems that although Xiong Yue is a musician, he can't do anything, and he has no power to parry at all.

No wonder he lost to Gu Wensheng in the competition on the same music stage.

In addition to Yang Haoyu and Mr. Pan, most of the people present are martial arts practitioners, far away, and the influence of this song "Logging" is far less than Xiong Yue, they quickly broke free from the pleasant piano music, looked at the two people on the platform, and sighed, waiting to see the exciting scene that was coming.

To their surprise, Xiong Yue was obviously the one who lost the gambling fight, but he was not at all like the musicians who lost in the gambling battles before, he didn't look like he had been attacked at all, he sat firmly on the platform, and he could still play the piano.

A quarter of an hour passed, and the two gamblers formed a stalemate in which victory and defeat were divided.

That's it?

Feng Songchuan stood up and shouted angrily: "Let go, let it go down!" ”

If the platform is lowered again, it is to send the two people into the tiger's mouth, which is already a bad rule, but the eldest prince Yang Haoyu and Mr. Pan did not speak, at this time it was Feng Songchuan's largest, and the person in charge of manipulating the organ obediently pulled down, and the machine sounded "click", and the platform where Wen Sheng and Xiong Yue stayed sank four or five feet.

Less than a foot from the ground, this is already the height that a tiger can pounce on.

Yang Haoyu, who had been immersed in "Logging", suddenly woke up at this time and shouted: "Slow! ”

Unfortunately, it was too late, and at this time, the tiger saw that its prey was approaching, and suddenly jumped up and pounced on the two people on the platform. (To be continued......)

ps: I went to work, I had a lot of things, and I came back late.

In the past two days, I will be singled out to let me slow down.

Weekends plus more to pay off debts.

Thank you all for your pink tickets. R1292