In the gardens of Ciyang Palace.

Under the gaze of everyone.

The three of them stood on the grass alone, covered in blood, with a jade flute on their lips, blowing a slight, weak, but beautiful flute sound.

A man sat on the grass like a rock. His fingers beat, the strings making a crisp and beautiful sound on his fingertips.

One sat in a pavilion covered by a curtain of beads. Through the light veil you can see her graceful figure.

She seemed to be enjoying the piano, and her body seemed to be constantly shaking with the sound of the piano, like a butterfly fluttering. It's just that the butterfly, which is supposed to be happy, gives people a sense of sadness and despair at this time.

Three different pieces of music sounded here, and if ordinary people heard it, they would definitely feel extremely confused, and even their minds would be disturbed.

Not to mention others, even the three people who were playing the piano at this time were not so easy.

The woman was completely silent at this time and entered the rhythm, which was a kind of realm and a kind of trap. As a result, she didn't feel the slightest bit of pressure.

Hao Yunzheng also fell into this realm at this time, so he was able to completely resist the sound of the orange piano.

As for Zhao Wenxuan, who was dressed in a milky white robe and covered in blood, he had been seriously injured because of the sound of the piano long ago. At this time, it seemed to be two strands of music of entanglement, and suddenly the third strand was inserted, and he suddenly couldn't help it, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his spirit atrophied, and he passed out.

The sound of the flute dissipated, leaving only two different sounds that continued to reverberate here.

In the pavilion, above the woman, everyone seemed to see a picture.

In that picture, everyone clearly saw that a woman was covered in blood, and it was Orange.

Her eyes were full of tears, tears of blood. Covered in red, it is bloody. She was sad and helpless, her eyes were blank, and she was in despair.

She seemed to have come to a tea mountain, looking at the camellia all over the mountain, beautiful, with different varieties.

She reached out and stroked the petals, but only left her blood on the petals.

The tears in her eyes seemed to think of something after seeing these camellias, and the tears were like springs.

The tears she shed were not ordinary tears, but drops of blood. Bloody tears composed entirely of blood.

The desperation in her eyes, the cripples all over her body, she seemed to have been wounded and had no skin.

Suddenly, her hand pinched the camellia tightly, and there was evil in her eyes, as if she wanted to kill.

But at this time, there seemed to be two souls hidden in that body. A sad despair. A bloodthirsty one who wants to kill.

One wants revenge and is completely enchanted. One is still kind, even if her liver and intestines are broken and her body is incomplete, she still doesn't want to hurt the person who hurt her.

Turning images into sound is a more profound realm. Through the expression of music, people can feel the world of the musician from the depths of their souls, and then see the various thoughts and emotions in the heart of the musician when he plays music.

At this time, everyone completely saw the deep sadness in Orange's heart.

It was a bloody, skinless injury. It was the pain of utter grief, utter despair, that brought tears to the eyes of those present.

However, at this moment, all of a sudden, a vision also appeared.

Above Hao Yunzheng's head, an illusion also appeared.

In the illusion, Hao Yunzheng flew into the clouds on a lion eagle, looking at the countless deserted cities under his feet. Thinking back to the prosperity of the past, and then looking at the dead silence now, he cried.

As soon as the picture turned, he was wearing battle armor, standing at the head of the city, holding a Fang Tian painting halberd, looking at the countless victims outside the city, and countless rebels rebels rebels.

At this time, if the countless victims outside the city want to live, they must enter the city. Otherwise, even if they are not killed by the rebels, they will freeze to death and starve to death.

In the wind and snow, he kept struggling. Everyone seemed to be able to see what was in his heart. Is it to save people, or not to save people, so as to protect themselves?

On this issue, he kept struggling in his heart. But in the end, for the sake of millions of victims, he saved millions of people with his death.

In the later portrait, he leads his soldiers into the battlefield.

War is brutal, intriguing, endless. Assassinations in the shadows, never ending.

On the way to this war, he did not know how many wounds he had experienced and how much blood he had shed.

He once thought about giving up, but after a fierce battle in his heart, he survived.

He continues to wander the battlefield, enduring boundless danger. However, he couldn't give up. Because of his abandonment, it means that the people are not living well, and the world is even more chaotic.

He has been enduring these hardships, and he has been persevering on this path that he has long wanted to give up.

At this time, everyone looked down at the huge picture, and saw that the ten fingers that were still caressing the qin were still beating on the strings at this time. However, at the tips of his fingers, the crimson blood was already dripping down one by one.

The helplessness in the war, involuntarily, at this time in the sound of the piano completely experienced, and the opposite orange piano sound has the same effect.

The sound of the orange flute makes people desperate and sad.

In the sound of Haoyun Zheng's piano, there seemed to be a general who crisscrossed the battlefield. He didn't want to continue killing, but he still had to go to war.

On the battlefield, he was tired of killing, and his heart seemed to be old. Although the face is still young, it already gives people the feeling of a hero in the twilight and the sword rusty.

Both scenes give people a feeling of despair and a feeling of death.

At this time, in everyone's thoughts, Haoyun Zheng seemed to have been touched by the sound of the orange piano and integrated into the sound of the orange piano. Not to mention leading Orange out of his demons, even he himself has fallen into his own demons.

Everyone looked at the portrait, constantly rushing to kill the vertical and horizontal, as if it had been mechanized, and all shed tears.

Usually, Haoyun Zheng seems to be very indifferent, beckoning to his subordinates, waving his hand, and seems to be very powerful. On the battlefield, he is not always in the front, but in control of the army.

However, his mentality has turned out to be so vicissitudes.

The tears of the crowd fell because of the vast clouds, and even more because on the other side, the person who seemed to be injured and had no skin, orange.

The experiences of the two people, the emotions in their hearts, are completely realistic through the rhythm of music at this time.

Just when everyone was completely silent, the sound of Haoyunzheng's piano suddenly changed.

The war, the endless war, is finally over.

The war spirit that came out of the pool of blood, welcomed by hundreds of people, played a triumphant sound and returned to the motherland.

After the war, it was a bustling scene.

In the picture just now, what is expressed is the experience of the past, which leads to the desolation of the mentality. At this time, the sound of the piano changed, and the picture changed, and it turned into his wonderful wish.

Haoyunzheng's wish is expressed in the sound of the piano, and what is presented in that picture is the magnificent mountains and rivers, and countless figures are moving. Blooming. After the war, he composed a prosperous chapter.

The wish fulfilled in the bloodshed is heartwarming.

Watching ordinary people reunite with their families and finally get rid of the brutal war. Everyone can feel the change from hell to heaven. The sourness in my heart makes people just want to cry.

Bloody hell, that's still reality. But the wonderful paradise is just a fantasy, just a hope, a fantasy that people pursue with blood.

However, in any case, at least, the change in this is still desirable. It makes people yearn to climb from hell to heaven.

Until now, those who have some understanding of music and rhythm, and those who have cultivated their state of mind, do not know.

Haoyun Zheng was not melted by the sound of the orange piano and fell into the devil. Instead, in an extreme way, accompany the orange to hell and then to heaven. It means that there is no end to the sky. No matter how cruel the reality is, no matter how big the storm is, it will be warm and rainbow.

It's like a bloody war, cruel. But after the war, what is pursued is not necessarily a desperate situation, not necessarily death. It may also be a blooming flower, a prosperous chapter.

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(Tianjin)