"Next, I would like to invite my freshman brother Long Yifeng to bring you a flute solo. ”

Hearing his name, Long Yifeng knew that it was time for him to get on, took a deep breath, and strolled onto the stage.

After the cooperation of the previous program and Yunfan, the audience has a deep impression of Long Yifeng, especially the beautiful gourd silk blown out by Long Yifeng, which makes the students especially memorable.

Therefore, as soon as he stood on the stage, he received a warm and cheerful applause.

A one-man stage, no backing dance, no soundtrack.

In the eyes of the audience, Long Yifeng is lonely.

At this time, he stood in the middle of the stage, except for a beam of chasing light, a flute, and a microphone, which seemed weak and even a little lonely.

If someone in the audience knew that he was so alone and wanted to PK with a well-known campus band led by Zeng Nanyu, would he feel that it was simply hitting a stone with an egg?

Yes, everyone who knows thinks so, even Yun Fan, who witnessed everything on the day of the rehearsal, feels that Long Yifeng has a high chance of losing.

Because Zeng Nanyu is too powerful, because the rock style itself is very infectious, and the flute is relatively a bit high and low, there are many people who know it, but few people are familiar with it, and even fewer people can be proficient in and appreciate the level of the flute.

One hot and one cold, in terms of stage performance, rock has already won.

However, in Yun Fan's heart, there was a trace of expectation, hoping that Long Yifeng could win.

Just as Yun Fan in the audience was sweating for Long Yifeng, Long Yifeng gently leaned the flute against his lips, there were no gorgeous lights and sound effects, and a sound sounded like nothing.

The sound of the flute, as if it were nothing, could penetrate everyone's ears in a somewhat noisy venue.

Hearing the sound, which was not originally a noisy sound, it was quieter.

They all seemed to be trying to search, looking for that poignant and lonely, vague voice.

At this time, the hall of the performance was very quiet, only the sound of the flute lingered, as if it was talking, like whispering, like a girl singing softly, and like a heavenly sound floating in the wind in the wilderness.

The low and soft voice lingered in the performance hall.

It reverberates back and forth on the walls of the hall, on the ceiling, on every seat, and then into the ears of the audience from all directions.

That's a completely different existence from rock 'n' roll.

Rock makes people either exhilarate or excitedly followed, and there is a feeling of sweating, but the flute sound cleanses the soul of the audience and makes people hear the resonance from the depths of the soul.

It can be said that rock gives people a sense of catharsis, while the sound of the flute evokes the most sincere feelings in people's hearts.

The sound of the flute gradually became clear and clear until it filled the ears of the audience.

Penetrating into the depths of their souls, it is like the shallow singing of nature, the chanting of the wind, neither joy nor sorrow, which makes people feel calm, and feel a sense of security that they have never encountered, a sense of truth and satisfaction that they have never encountered.

The audience was stupefied.

Many people listened in fascination, as if they had come to the wilderness, as if they had returned to the arms of their childhood mothers.

At this moment, in their hearts, there is no love and hatred, no joy and sorrow, only comfort and security, just like returning to their mother's body, ignorant and natural.

Yun Fan was stupid, Chen Zhinan was stunned, and Tan Nana was drunk......

The audience is drunk!

Their thoughts are in the sound of the flute, and their thoughts are outside the soul, indescribable, unclear.

The beautiful and melodious flute sound lasts for nearly three minutes, but the audience has forgotten the time and themselves, as if they have traveled through countless wildernesses, starry sky, past, future, wind and snow, sunshine and rain, and so on.

Slowly, the quiet and soft flute began to brighten.

At first, the flute was as light as ever, a little more joyful than at the beginning, and a little less quiet and calm.

Slowly, the sound of the flute became higher and higher, but the joyful atmosphere became more and more intense, as if a person was in the morning when the sun came out, the earth woke up, and everything was revived.

There are birds singing, rivers flowing merrily, eagles flying, the sun dancing, bards singing......

It is the artistic conception of nature, and there is a kind of childlike joy.

At this time, the audience felt as if they had become a child, in the lively nature, enjoying the joy of birds and chasing the insects of the wilderness.

In addition to happiness, there is no hatred anymore, and the pressure of life is forgotten.

If at the beginning, the audience felt that they had returned to their mother's body, but now it seems that they were happily producing and living with their mothers in the wilderness when they were children, enjoying the joy of family affection, nature, labor, and growth.

It is a healthy and happy life, and it is also a happy energy.

The sound of the flute, as if there is a kind of magic, fully mobilizes the emotions of the audience.

Many spectators couldn't help but dance to the joyful rhythm of the flute, no strangers, so familiar with each other, just for the current sound, a bamboo flute.

Long Yifeng's body was also dancing, stepping on the rhythm of the blowing, and the whole body was indescribably comfortable, as if every cell was dancing.

At this time, he forgot himself, forgot the performance, forgot the hall, forgot the audience, and forgot everything and everything in the human world. His fingers, his feet, his body, and even his soul were dissolved into every note in the flute.

He, already a musical force, turned into notes that lingered in the hall and poured into the ears of every audience.

The audience is happy, they forget everything, just to be happy, whether they will or not, can or can't, they are all swaying their bodies and following the rhythm.

At the beginning, Zeng Nanyu and others, who hated Long Yifeng, were naturally repulsed and disgusted by everything about the dragon, but after hearing a joyful rhythm, they couldn't help but dance with the melody, temporarily forgetting the hatred and following the true feelings in their hearts.

Long Yifeng forgot about himself and the audience.

Therefore, the audience also forgot about themselves and Long Yifeng.

It is a force that makes people unconsciously follow, throw themselves into it, and fall deeply.

Just when the audience was about to get tired of jumping, the flute suddenly turned sharply and became low and sad, making the audience feel happy and sad and shocked.

Gradually, the mood of the audience gradually became low, and there was no joyful dancing, forgetting all the joys of the world.

In the depths of their hearts, all the negative emotions are gradually accumulating, accumulating little by little, and finally turning into a strong negative energy, making them sad and powerless.

The feeling of pain filled the performance hall, soaking everyone present, and everyone turned into a symbol of pain, floating in the sound of the flute.

At this time, Long Yifeng was also sad, the Chiyou Code was originally the spiritual power of the Chiyou Emperor for thousands of years, and the life of this tragic hero and legend was itself a nation's sad history.

That is a kind of great sorrow, and in the face of the great sorrow and great pain of the nation, no individual's heart can resist it. The audience's emotions are very unstable, and they have been following the flute's mood fluctuations, either sad, angry, or helpless.

All of this was the result of Long Yifeng's unconscious use of the Chiyou Codex Mental Method.

Of course, it was not Long Yifeng's intention to use this mental method, but when he entered the sad part, his emotional instability was pushed and affected by the negative emotions of the Chiyou Codex, and he unconsciously came to the saddest negative emotions in the luck method.

Long Yifeng didn't know that he was unconsciously transporting the negative energy of the Chiyou Code at this time, but it gave him a good outlet for catharsis, otherwise when he cultivated to a certain level, it would definitely become more and more difficult, and there might even be a danger of going mad.

Now, through the venting of this emotion, all the negative energy in his body is vented, which affects the joy and sorrow of the audience.

The grief of a nation, how deep is that?

Nobody knows!

The audience cried, at first the girls cried silently, and then the boys couldn't help it, and the tears kept flowing, and their hearts hurt so much that they couldn't breathe.

They struggled to free themselves from that emotion, but they couldn't do anything but vent their feelings as the waves of sadness rolled.

Not only the students were crying, but also the teachers at the scene, the sound engineers, lighting engineers, and the staff present were crying.

The silent tears were destroyed by the wordless sound of the flute, and slowly condensed.

I don't know which one started crying, one infected the other, and finally all of them cried out loud, and the hall became a hell on earth, a sea of grief.

A bamboo flute made all the audience cry, what kind of pain was that?

No one would believe that situation.

However, it happened, and the mournful cries in the hall continued for almost five minutes, and the sound of the flute began to become low and steady, as if it was about to climb over a mountain, and the audience's emotions became heavy, forgetting to cry and forget the pain.

Gradually, the sound of the flute soothed, as if a person had reached the top of the mountain, and saw that there was hope on the other side of the mountain, and the original sadness and heaviness turned into wealth.

At this time, the sound of the flute is very calm, as if after an epiphany after great joy and sorrow, there is a new interpretation of joy, a deeper understanding of pain, and more thinking about life.

The sound of the flute is steady and gentle, solemn and upright, like a summer evening.

Everything, everything.

Long Yifeng's movements became quiet and steady, the flute sound became low and heavy, the audience's tears stopped, and the grief was no longer there, as if they realized the true meaning and essence of life.

In the sound of a flute of joy and sorrow, they seem to have walked through a person's life, from the quiet growth in the mother's body, to the joy of childhood to youth, to the various encounters and ups and downs in life, sadness and disappointment, and then to the pain of compassion.

There is personal happiness, there is public joy, there is personal pain, and there is great sorrow and sorrow for the destruction of the family and the country.

However, they finally overcome all the suffering, build their own kingdom on the spiritual and material heights, and become calm and heavy, like a monk who has realized a great understanding, an old man who has seen through the world of human feelings.

When the audience was still immersed in this wonderful encounter, Long Yifeng had quietly stepped off the stage and disappeared from the stage.

The audience and the host woke up from the intoxicated state that seemed to still have a trace of the sound of the beam, Long Yifeng had already walked out of the performance hall and walked towards Yanda Houshan.

Everything, like a dream.

That's what the audience really felt.

Tonight, for the audience, it may be just listening to an unforgettable tune in life.

However, it was indeed a great epiphany and opportunity for Long Yifeng, and he had to find a place where no one was there to digest in time.

He knew that maybe this epiphany would bring him endless benefits that would benefit him for life in his future cultivation.