With Lu Aya's movements, the tactful and low sound of the piano, like a beautiful sound, echoed in the sky.

Still jerky.

Still dry.

But no one laughed anymore at this point.

Lu Aya's fingers stroked awkwardly on Feng Mingqin, which was a posture only used by laymen.

even gave her Feng Mingqin, but Lu Aya only used seven strings, and the rest was completely wasted, which was really a tyrannical thing.

What Lu Aya didn't notice was that while she was playing, her profile version changed, and a new talent appeared on her profile.

[Five tones, six rhythms, and thirteen emblems].

A few minutes later.

Lu Aya finished plucking the last note, without looking up, she sighed.

She is very dissatisfied with herself, a good song "Lonely Sail" was played in her hands, she still thinks too highly of herself, too, if she wants to play well with just a little music, those who study music are going to commit suicide.

But Lu Aya didn't expect that she would be so bad, stumbling and not talking, leaking sounds, going out of tune, and even repeating mistakes and repeating them, this performance is simply a disaster blockbuster.

Lu Aya blushed a little, and her favorite songs were ruined by herself.

But when she played it just now, she was really happy.

I was a little embarrassed to look up, after all, I had such a big appearance.

However, after a moment, she realized that something was wrong.

It's so quiet.

There was even the sound of the wind in the air.

Lu Aya looked up.

Time seemed to stand still, and the female cultivators in the audience seemed to have been hit by the immobilization technique, motionless, including Liu Fufeng and even Qin Qin.

"Ahem...... Ahem. Lu Aya coughed dryly.

It's like a signal.

Like the wind blowing wheat waves, the nuns "lived" one by one.

"This ......"

"What did I just hear?"

"I feel like I've had a dream......"

"Senior sister, I'm a little uncomfortable......"

"Me ...... too"

On the square, the female cultivators seemed to have fallen into evil, one by one with sad expressions, a few of them who were poorly cultivated, had already cried on the spot, Liu Fufeng was no exception, although she did not shed tears, but she lowered her eyes and stayed silent.

[What's going on?] Psychic attack? Seeing that everyone's emotions were not quite right, Shen Gui stretched out his palm, and a cold light formed in his hand.

[No, it's not a mental attack, it's just an inducement. 】

Shen Gui was cautious for a moment, clenched his fists, and the cold light was like dust, scattered in the air.

In fact, just as she thought, it was just a kind of spiritual inducement, and Lu Aya's piano sound brought them into the picture she imagined, like watching a movie.

They witnessed the two teenagers meet, know each other, and leave each other.

I am willing to sail alone and go far away with you.

A story without sorrow, joy, sound, and thought.

Because Lu Aya's cultivation was not very high, the female cultivators did not receive any actual damage, and they could recover in a few minutes at most.

Originally, with Qin Qin's cultivation, she would naturally not be induced by Lu Aya's music, but she fell deeper.

It was the first time she had heard such a melody, and it was an empty, sad melody that she could never play.

Why is this happening.

Qin Qin's hands trembled slightly, she closed her eyes, and her mind was full of the immature song that Lu Aya had just played.

At this time, Lu Aya supported the floor with both hands and stood up with some difficulty.

After sitting for a long time, her legs were a little numb.

"Hey." Seeing Qin Qin in a daze, Lu Aya patted her waist.

No way, the height difference is too big.

[The people are also lost, you should send me down.] Lu Aya gave Qin Qin a look.

But the latter ignored Lu Aya and walked straight to Feng Mingqin and sat down.

Most of the female cultivators softened, and the eyes they looked at Lu Aya no longer contained contempt.

[Although she is not good at the piano, she is a genius, no wonder Senior Sister Qin is so special to her. 】

They all think so, after all, the previous song is really good.

Sometimes, you don't need any flowery rhetoric to describe a melody, the word "good" is enough.

[I don't know which peak it is, the little junior sister doesn't seem to have cultivated yet, so she can walk around more. 】

Although I don't want to admit it, in fact, many people think that this kind of rhythmic melody is stronger than Qin Qin's old-fashioned and boring rhythm.

They had some expectations in their hearts, looking forward to what it would be like when this piece was played from Qin Qin's hands.

And Qin Qin did not disappoint them.

Taking a deep breath, Qin Qin closed her eyes, her mind recalled Lu Aya's previous performance, sorted out the cuts, removed meaningless repetitions and obvious mistakes, and her slender fingers moved.

The moment the piano sounded.

Judgment from above.

The dry sound of the piano in Lu Aya's hands was transformed into endless softness in Qin Qin's hands.

That's enough tenderness to get caught up in it.

Silk winding.

It's just the first paragraph, Qin Qin couldn't help but use silk winding, a technique that she rarely uses even when she plays her proud repertoire.

Because the effect of winding silk is to make the rhythm more emotional, but her music has no emotion.

The role of the Fengmingqin has also been maximized, it turns out that the lower strings of the Fengmingqin are no longer played with fingers, but when the strings are plucked, the aura penetrates down from the fingertips, and when the clear string sound is issued, it also drives the aura between heaven and earth.

Earth, wind, water and fire, intertwined and condensed on the second peak, and finally turned into a lone phoenix, hovering in the sky.

Under the fluctuation of the aura, everyone's emotions were mobilized, and after the fiery red aura entered the body, the spirit of the female cultivators present seemed to have been greatly relaxed, and the emotional sensitivity caused by the spiritual induction before gradually faded.

Listening to the soft and long music, Lu Aya froze.

Just like Qin Qin before.

Lu Aya's brain went blank.

This is "Lonely Sail", but it's not anymore.

Under the performance of Qin Qin, "Lonely Sail" has departed from its proper appearance, and now it no longer needs the lyrics to show the ultimate destructive power of loneliness.

Lu Aya likes Qin Qin's performance, she retracted her previous words, and now she feels that every pluck of Qin Qin's fingers is on her heart.

Thanks to Qin Qin for letting her hear such beautiful music again, Lu Aya's eyes were slightly red, as if she was infected.

As the music progresses, an illusion gradually covers the second peak and enters everyone's heart.

Softness and sadness interact, weaving a beautiful and cruel picture in the aftersound.

is different from the movies created by Lu Aya, under the performance of Qin Qin, everyone did not see any pictures, only extreme emotions.

The emptiness is like a cold spring, frostbitten the soul, and after the thaw, it is ushered in even darker embers.

With Qin Qin's movements, a pale red sound wave gradually spread outward from Feng Mingqin.

Gradually, all emotions were stripped away, and there was only any undulating void left in the sound of the piano, and under the superb piano skills of Qin Qin and the changeable performance of the vertical and horizontal strings of Feng Mingqin, there was a faint feeling of ensemble.

I can't pick it up, I can't put it down, only a thin figure is left, and I move forward alone.

Lonely, one-man walkers.

Qu Bi.

There was silence.

When Qin Qin stood up, the female cultivators still hadn't come back to their senses, they were still intoxicated by the endless loneliness brought by Qin Qin, and unlike Lu Aya's spiritual inducement, this time it was really the purest influence of music.

Even the fire phoenix did not dissipate, circling around the second peak, and a sharp phoenix roar triggered a phoenix chirp in the distance.

Looking at the sluggish Lu Aya, Qin Qin paced over, with a little more relief and firmness on her face.

"Thank you, junior sister." As he spoke, Qin Qin bowed deeply to Lu Aya.