After a long time, Li Guinian finally opened his mouth:

"Beautiful scenery on a good day, a good year for snow, today's poem title: snow. ”

When everyone heard this, they all snickered, and even the most uneducated Yu Lao guessed it.

Over the years, the poetry will be strange, ordinary people can guess, but today's poetry title, even Yu Lao has prepared in advance, no, how many years has it not snowed, and it happened that in the world of the poetry meeting, the poem title is not what snow can be.

Everyone is eager to try, no matter what the results are, reciting a poem on the important day of the poetry club, even if the poem is lacking half a point, it will be impressive and more famous.

But it was such a simple poem title, but Li Guinian walked back to the wooden chair, and put his right hand between the strings and wiped it: "Friends, think and think, and I will play "Acacia". ”

This "Acacia" is written by the southern poet Wang Wei, composed by Li Guinian into a piano song and widely sung, up to eighty old women, down to three-year-old children, no one will not, no one does not sing, today's poem title is so simple, hundreds of literati in the audience still have the heart to find poems to compose poems, with Li Guinian qin music a string, everyone sang in chords:

"Red beans are born in the south, and a few branches are sent in spring. ”

A short poem at the beginning of the cross, composed by Li Guinian, Lin Xiao chanted with everyone from memory, and suddenly, something foreign fell from the sky, lightly smashed on the head, picked it up and looked, a light red plum blossom wrapped in thin snow. After putting the plum blossom in your mouth, you can not only feel the coldness of the snow silk, but also taste the slight sweetness of the plum blossom, as if the fragrance of flowers blooms in the mouth.

"It's just the moon day, how can there be plum blossoms in spring?" Lin Xiao muttered puzzled in her heart, but she had already heard the little junior sister on the side say:

"Piano Illusion. ”

Sure enough, after a while, the gray sky is snow, it is simply sleet, falling all over the ground, becoming a sea of flowers, fragrant and pleasant, what is more amazing is that after the plum snow falls on the ground, it sends out tender shoots, and the main trunk grows in an instant, growing upward, between breathing, the bark of the main trunk has turned from blue-green to dark brown, and the lush branches and leaves burst out, and the branches that grow are not plum blossoms, but fresh red beans.

Over the years, Li Guinian has also performed piano opera illusions, so everyone is not like Lin Xiao, there are many accidents, but at this moment, something surprising happened:

After the fullness and simplicity of the first half of the song reached the middle of the song, it should have turned to the harmony and softness of the second half of the song, and then the lyrical Mingzhi and the song of things, but the king of the qin, Li Guinian, played the strings to the middle and back, and the style of the song turned, and the strings were sad and sad, as if there was infinite sadness.

The singing of the crowd came to an abrupt end, looking at each other, not knowing why.

Listening to everyone stop the harmony, Li Guinian seemed to have expected it, and covered the strings with his right finger, so that the music stopped.

The crowd was in an uproar, and hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at the center of the poetry platform in surprise. Compared with other musical instruments, this seven-stringed guqin is long and tactful, and the most taboo thing is that the strings stop at the end. Now Li Guinian not only changed the strings on the spot, but also stopped the piano music quite abruptly, this kind of low-level mistake is really disgraceful, and I can't live up to the reputation of this "piano fairy".

"The old song welcomes the first snow, and the old piano is given to the newcomer. Li Guinian looked around, and finally opened his mouth, but the tone of the words was low and hoarse, like dead wood roasting, not lovesickness, more like parting, "Today, the old man will change the string music and give it to all the little friends, I hope you will carry on the past and forge ahead into the future, coinciding with the title of the song "Acacia", and the first snow, since you want to give the old qin to the new kui, it is better for the old man to add the word "Sixue", and call the old qin with a new name, and this qin will be called - Xiao Wuji Yimei Sixue Qin in the future. ”

When the words fell, thousands of literati on the poetry platform were dumbfounded, in an uproar, as if facing a great enemy, and their lives were not guaranteed.

"It's over. ”

Lin Xiao couldn't understand the murderous intent in the words, but at this moment, when he heard Ye Fu say the word "finished", he turned around and looked, Ye Fu, who was still happy and confident, was already paralyzed at this moment, sitting on the poetry platform, his eyes were demented, his expression was discouraged, and he looked like he had lost his soul.

Lin Xiao was puzzled in her heart: "What's wrong with this? Why don't you just change your name?" ”

Looking at the center of the poetry platform again, the corners of Li Guinian's mouth smiled slightly, unlike the previous times, at this moment, he was relaxed and free, detached from the world, as if he had untied some knots in his heart, or freed himself from some shackles.

As soon as the strings were pulled, the sound of the song echoed on the poetry platform again, the same as just now, the style of music was still sad and sad, the difference is that this time not only no one sang the chords together, but also some literati were as lost as Ye Fu, and even some of them looked at Li Guinian angrily, as if they had overturned their wishful thinking, and the swan meat that flew to his mouth was taken back by Li Guinian.

In the second half of the song "May you pick up more, this thing is the most lovely", when the piano song was played and sung to the first word "wish", Li Guinian, who had never played music in this life, and never sang with him, opened his mouth like a god.

The word "wish" alone is to sing a dumb voice, sing a broken heart, sing the humiliating memories of nearly a thousand literati, and sing the dream of the southern country for thousands of years.

Most of the literati and friends present were sad and wept when they heard it.

At this moment, it was expected but not unexpected that a literati buried his face in the wide sleeve of his right hand, only exposed his two eyes, stood up from his seat, carefully looked at the road under his feet, and after walking quickly past several people, he trotted on the thick snow, left the poetry platform, and rushed away towards the gate of Qinyuan, as if fleeing for his life.

5th place......

10th place......

Fifty ......

100 ......

Two hundred......

Three hundred......

500 ......

1,000 ......

The thousands of literati present were like an avalanche, most of them were like the first person who escaped, quickly fleeing from Qinyuan, but when the avalanche occurred, only the first snowflake was guilty?

Although Lin Xiao can't understand the guqin, and can't understand the mystery and the strange in it, but fortunately, hundreds of people on the spot can't see Lin Xiao's world, at this moment, in Lin Xiao's mind, the cross qin song of "May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick", every time Li Guinian's mouth sings a word sadly, with every time the poet and the writer goes, a powerful sad energy gathers in Lin Xiao's qihai body, and frantically swipes the screen:

Sad energy from Li Guinian: +100.

Sad energy from Li Guinian: +200.

Sad energy from Li Guinian: +300.

......

Sad energy from Li Guinian: +1000.

Cross lyrics, ten strands of energy, until Li Guinian sang hoarse and silent in his throat, and the strings reached the end of the song, and the poetry platform was still full of thousands of literati, but at this time there were less than a hundred left, and Lin Xiao also gathered up to 4,500 sad energy in total.

Among them, 1000 and 2000 sad energy have been spent respectively to light up the two ice blue sad stars named "Atrium" and "Huacani", and the remaining 1500 energy is not enough to light up the third "Baihui" star that needs to consume 4000 sad energy.

In a twelve-star vein under the tragic star, these twelve tragic stars are connected into a winding ice blue star line, revealing a cold and biting cold air, just like an ice crystal phoenix formed in the night sky.

At this time, Lin Xiao has completed the task of the Sorrowful Star, promoted to the fourth stage of the Spirit Person, and started the mission of the Misgiving, as for what the Simang Star, the Fear Star, and the Evil Mist Star represent, Lin Xiao still does not know, but at this moment, Lin Xiao can clearly feel that the atrium and canopy acupoint on his chest have revealed a trace of cold aura, and it is becoming more and more intense, so cold that people are speechless and unable to move.

If Lin Xiao didn't guess wrong, this cold qi would freeze his chest, and then spread throughout his body, freezing himself like an ice sculpture and falling into the arms of his little junior sister Xiangxiang.

Really...... In a moment, Lin Xiao was like a frozen snowman, falling straight into the arms of the little junior sister, motionless, even her eyelashes were frozen, only a pair of eyes were left to look at the surprised little junior sister, and the corners of her mouth showed a slightly imperceptible evil smile, so chic and handsome, handsome over Wu Zhenyu.