The so-called finale is a double-edged sword. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The appearance of the info finale can quickly raise the atmosphere to a climax, but when the climax wears off, there will inevitably be a period of sharp downturn.

The same is true of the Hundred Flowers Society.

Originally, Feng Feifei's appearance was a little later, but Yan Wu, who was the finale of yesterday, had some accidents, and her face was not revealed, resulting in a dull feeling that seemed to be filled all day, and Shen Mo had no choice but to negotiate with the owner of Longfeng Pavilion to let the ace appear in advance.

As a result, the girl who was ranked after Feng Feifei was unlucky. The guests seemed to be still immersed in the aftertaste of the scene, showing a casual and perfunctory attitude towards the girls who appeared one after another. Of course, some of the guests showed considerable enthusiasm, and some of the girls were guessed, but the enthusiasm of a small number of people could not mobilize the atmosphere of the whole hall.

Seeing that some people below had begun to chat, there was obviously a problem with the level and discipline, and after more than a dozen Oiran repeatedly failed to make the situation change significantly, Steward Wu under the steps couldn't help but be a little anxious. He beckoned to a small servant and whispered a whisper, and the little servant retreated, and after a short time ran back, telling him that the son had made arrangements, just preside over it with peace of mind.

Not to mention others at this moment, even Jiang Yun and the others below also began to be careless, without the previous excitement. Ji Feng found Yan Wu, Xu Chengsi recognized Feng Feifei, the two favorites had gone through the motions, they were already satisfied, and they really had no sense of expectation for the girls who played below, and they planned to go home early after the event was over.

Another Oiran was guessed, and after the toast, she slowly retreated. This retreat seems to be a little different, the person who takes over the baton has not arrived for a long time, and there is only one Wu steward standing alone on the stage with a bright smile like Maitreya Buddha. With a smile on his face, he was extremely worried in his heart, he didn't know what Shen Mo was thinking, and why the good Venerable Master had interrupted it.

The silence lasted for too long, and everyone in the audience gradually came back to their senses and burst into whispers.

"What's going on? Is there no one left? ”

"That's right, why don't you go to the good end? Aren't there a dozen more? ”

"What's the situation? Flowers will have a problem? ”

The miscellaneous doubts became louder and louder, and Steward Wu was full of embarrassment and didn't know how to speak, he didn't know what was going on, so he had to freeze in the distance and continue to smile. Fortunately, he insisted on a stick of incense for a while, and ran into a small house from outside the door to give him a look. Steward Wu knew that the person was in place and could start.

The words calmed everyone's emotions, and Steward Wu cut into the right body: "For some reasons, we have made some adjustments to the order of the girls' appearances, please ask the next girl to appear." ”

"Oh, it's a replacement." Everyone was stunned. After the heart is put back in the stomach, it returns to its previous state of carelessness.

"Big brother, I'll go back first." Jiang Yun greeted Ji Feng and said, "The situation on the side of the King of Shu always makes me a little uneasy, now the time is urgent, I can't waste time here, I have to go back early and arrange it as soon as possible." ”

"Going back?" Ji Feng was stunned and said, "Don't be in a hurry." ”

"That's it." Xu Chengsi stretched his face and said dissatisfiedly: "You, you are really disappointed, just this time?" Brother Shen has put a lot of thought into the Hundred Flowers Society, so you can also give others face. ”

"The good ones are all out, what else is there to see." Jiang Yun said, but he still retracted his steps and sighed: "Okay, let's take a few more." ”

The curtains were pulled up again, and a shadow fluttered out of the side door. Looking at the figure printed behind the curtain, everyone was stunned, she obviously held something in the shape of a stick in her hand, and when she walked to the piano table, she did not sit down, she still stood facing the hall, and after a pause, she raised her hands, and the ethereal sound suddenly floated out.

"It's a flute! Another one who is not good at music? Someone in the audience asked in amazement. I can't complain that he thinks so, this year, the seven-stringed guqin is the mainstream instrument, and it is also the first thing that must be learned when getting involved in music. Although there are also people who are proficient in musical instruments such as the lute, after all, they are in a different way, and they are not at the same level in terms of audience scope.

However, after hearing this melody, more people gasped! Not good at music? Are you kidding! Who is not good at music and rhythm can blow such a heavenly sound? What kind of tune is this? The guqin has been developed for thousands of years, but the style of music is completely different from the one in front of me, and I have never heard such a moving music.

The moving thing about the music is that it is told, even if there are no lyrics, the combination of melodies can slowly unfold one story after another, and the tune that the girl blows in front of her... It's crying! At the beginning, it is a high note, and after the passion of the people is raised, the tone quickly weakens and cuts into the main song, with infinite sadness, crying and telling a moving story.

There are no lyrics, so the benevolent will see the benevolent, the song is a song, but the visitor receives a completely different one. This piece is very rendering, but all the guests with a story are moved, deeply intoxicated, and unconsciously substitute themselves into it.

In the blink of an eye, sadness quickly spread in the hall, and a gorgeously dressed middle-aged man wiped his red eyes and said with a wry smile: "This girl, I'm afraid that she is sincerely teasing me, and when she is so stormy, it makes me cry uncontrollably." ”

"Is that an exaggeration?" The young man beside him said, "This song is good, but it's not already... ”

"Young man, have you ever made a name for yourself?" The middle-aged man did not answer the rhetorical question.

"I've been studying hard for several years, but it's not famous... Work is still underway. ”

"Oh, you've read too much, so you can't taste it." The middle-aged man said lightly: "But when you have experienced unforgettable people and events in your life, you will really know how to appreciate this song." ”

Dream back to the immortals! It's a dream back to the fairy! When the first tune floated out, Jiang Yun's shoulder shook suddenly! Why does the song appear in front of us after a thousand years, do you still need to say? He once felt that Dream of Wandering Immortals was a song that was destined not to have lyrics, and no lyrics could interpret it, and this highly rendered ancient style song would show different content according to the different states of mind of the listener. But at this moment, Jiang Yun remembered a version that best suited his mood at the moment, and it was also the only version he had sung in this world - Millennium Yuan.

The song continued, and Jiang Yun's gaze at the moment, except for the figure behind the curtain, could no longer accommodate anything between heaven and earth. Following the melody, he couldn't help but murmur:

"Flowers bloom and fall all over the sky, love comes and goes."

"The geese go and the geese return to the geese and never disperse, and the tide rises and falls."

"The moon is bright in the middle of the night, and it is difficult to stay in the red."

"I am used to seeing flowers bloom again, but I am afraid that the fate will disappear."

As soon as the chorus came out, it shocked the four seats, and even Xu Chengsi beside him couldn't help but look at Jiang Yun twice, and teased: "Yo, that's good!" Can you still fill in the words? Let's listen to it again. ”

The music behind the curtain came to an abrupt end, and the figure seemed to hesitate, hesitated for a moment, put the bamboo flute in her hand aside, walked to the piano table and sat down, and raised her hand to caress it. The melody began again, and the voice like a heavenly voice suddenly sang:

"Frozen tears, like meteors falling, shattered whose thoughts."

"Between reincarnations, the dust of the past has been annihilated, and the face is blurred in the dream."

"The top of Kunlun, the rivers and lakes are far away, and the flowers are blooming all over the sky."

"Sigh the red dust, fall on the face, heaven and earth."

"Love is like the wind, love is like smoke, a pipa has been a thousand years."

"The fate of this life, the fate of the next life, the vicissitudes of life, and the passing years."

Jiang Yun's attached gaze always ignored the flower platform, he followed the melody, and then sang:

"The ancient sword has cut off old feuds and awakened whose oath."

"In the blink of an eye, the love of the next world, reminiscing about the past."

"The top of Kunlun, floating far away, only lingering for you in your dreams."

"Laughing at the red dust, painting the face, floating clouds."

"It's hard to be in love, love is in love, only envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal."

"The fate of this life and the fate of the next life are inseparable."

“。。。”

After the song, Jiang Yun still looked at the figure behind the curtain, his smile remained unchanged, but he was already in tears.

Zhu'er, Xianggong has finally found you!