"Who are the wild dogs?" Beihai's third cousin Yu was so angry that his face was red, and when he heard a few girls next to him holding their handkerchiefs and laughing, he was so angry that he was about to rush over.

"Whoever is barking, is it." Mo Fei raised his chin, not to teach these people a good lesson.

"Don't be angry, everyone is a relative of the dragon clan, don't hurt the harmony." Meng Yan stopped some angry Yu, and as soon as he spoke, everyone immediately quieted down.

"I just came to greet Fuzhi's cousin, how are you preparing for the competition?" Meng Yan laughed at Long Fuzhi.

"I'm almost ready." Long Fuzhi wiped the sweat from his forehead, and as soon as he saw Meng Yan, his emotions that had finally calmed down were rippling again.

"Then I'll wait for my cousin's performance." Meng Yan turned to leave, looking back at Mo Fei, she was so cute when she had sharp teeth and sharp mouth, he would definitely impress her, and the young men followed him.

"Who is she, and Meng Yan actually talks to her?" Several girls grabbed the veils in jealousy.

"It is said to be the future daughter-in-law of the Dragon King of the East China Sea."

"What are you proud of, just marrying a fool."

"Be quiet, don't be heard."

“……”

"Fei'er, can I really do it?" Long Fuzhi looked nervously at his feet.

"Long Fuzhi, when you compete, don't think about anything, close your eyes, and just think that you are practicing the piano in the bamboo forest." Sensing that Meng Yan's appearance had added a lot of pressure to Long Fuzhi, Mo Fei comforted Long Fuzhi.

The competition was about to start, Long Fuzhi left the stands, walked to the arena, wanted to draw lots to play in the order, before leaving, he glanced back at Mo Fei in the crowd, saw her waving at him, couldn't help laughing, turned around and continued to walk towards the arena.

Yu Ye sat on the main platform with the four dragon kings and several elders of the dragon clan, and the dragon queen sat on the side platform on the side, seeing Mo Fei alone, he beckoned her to come over, Mo Fei waved her hand, she didn't want to sit with the West Sea Dragon Queen beside Aunt Long, she had to look at her from head to foot with a look at herself every time, which made her uncomfortable.

The order of the draw came out, and there were thirty piano skills competitions, and Long Fuzhi was the twentieth on the field. The rules of the first round of the competition are that each candidate plays a self-taken song, which is evaluated by Yuye Xingjun and the Four Dragon Kings, and the bottom ten are eliminated, and the remaining twenty continue to participate in the second day of the competition.

The first to appear was the eldest son of the Dragon King of the North Sea, he walked to the center of the field with the lyre, and after a little adjustment, the sound in the stands gradually lowered, and everyone listened to him intently.

The song is called Pear Blossom Injury, which is composed by a famous female musician in Tiangong a long time ago, and the style of music is gentle and delicate.

The screen window sunset is getting dusk, and no one in the gold house sees tear stains

The lonely empty courtyard is late in spring, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground and do not open the door

A faint melancholy spread in the strings, the person who called to listen touched a string in the bottom of his heart, some girls couldn't help but shed tears, the end of the song, no one in the stands made a sound, everyone was still in the song and couldn't extricate themselves, some people applauded, it was Yuye Xingjun, everyone applauded, Feng Ying stood up, saluted the people on the main stage and in the stands, and left the arena with a smug look on his face.

I can't see that he actually has such delicate feelings, Mo Fei is sad in his heart, although this person's character is not good, but his piano skills are acceptable.

The teenagers who followed him were all under the sting, and their piano skills were not outstanding until the eighth teenager appeared.

He was poorly dressed, and his weak figure seemed to be overwhelmed, which made people wonder if he could hold the lyre in his arms, he sat down, and everyone in the stands was waiting for Meng Yan, who appeared behind him, to appear, and there were many whistlers and hecklers, and the Dragon King of the East China Sea shouted quietly, which calmed down the noise of the troublemakers in the stands.

The water of the waves is clear, and you can wet it

The water of the waves is turbid, and you can wet my feet

The world is turbid, I am alone, and everyone is drunk, and I am sober

This song has a deep meaning, the majesty of the mountains, the ocean of water, the ding ding of the axe, and the sound of the oars, faintly appear under the fingers of the young man, which makes people think of mountains and forests. After the song was over, the young man got up and saluted the head of the main stage.

"You're playing the Autumn River Night?" Yu Ye asked as he looked in the direction where the young man was.

"Hui Yuye Xingjun, exactly." The boy replied modestly.

"Skilful fingering and open mood, this song is by far the best I've heard." Yu Ye praised, and the four dragon kings also praised him.

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and everyone was curious about who this little-known person was, and he was praised by Yuye Xingjun, who knew that this person's humanity was this young man's name Qi Shang, and he was a member of the Dragon Clan's partial branch, his mother was a mortal, and he died after giving birth to him, and now their clan is scarce and is about to decline.

This word fell into Mo Fei's ears, and he couldn't help but feel pity, seeing that his clothes today are not as bright as others, and he still does not forget to practice the piano in a difficult life, and the most commendable thing is that she can hear his open mind through the sound of the piano, which is really admirable.

When Qi Shang slowly left with the qin, Meng Yan walked towards him, the two met in the center of the field, Meng Yan stopped and said something in Qi Shang's ear, Qi Shang's figure froze, and he continued to walk forward, disappearing from everyone's sight, the back of the coarse cloth and shoes looked even thinner and smaller behind Meng Yan in a brocade robe.

Meng Yan's appearance is undoubtedly the most anticipated and eye-catching, wearing a purple robe, with a fine mutton fat white jade pendant hanging from his waist, and his black hair combed into a neat bun in the white jade hair crown on the top of his head, the whole person looks elegant and elegant.

The entire grandstand suddenly boiled, filled with the cheers of countless boys and girls, wave after wave, the Dragon King of the East China Sea screamed a few times and was quiet but could not calm everyone's enthusiasm, only Mo Fei sat calmly, looking a little out of place.

Meng Yan was obviously accustomed to such a pursuit, and someone in the stands exclaimed that the piano used by Meng Yan was actually the famous piano Bingqing.

There are five famous qins in the Three Realms, in turn they are the Fuxi Qin used by Yuye Xingjun, the Heming Qiuyue Qin used by the three princes of the Demon Realm, the Jiuxiao Peihuanqin used by the Sui Dawn Fairy in the past, and the two Duyou Qin and Bingqingqin that are missing, and now Meng Yan has this Bingqingqin in his hand, I don't know how many others envy it, you must know how many treasures that the immortal monarchs of the Aiqin can't ask for, for a while, the noise is endless, and the competition can't be carried out normally.

Suddenly, there were a few crisp sounds of gold and stone beside the ears, like the first rays of sunshine in spring to dissipate the clouds and fog falling into the eyebrows, and like the cold wind blowing through the branches of the ice cubes on the branches hitting each other and falling into the ears, what kind of good strings can make such a natural sound, only Bingqing has such a timbre, and the stands suddenly fell silent.

At the beginning of the music, the overtones are like heavenly sounds, scattered and elegant, and everyone seems to be in a fairyland with rippling blue waves and smoke, with cranes singing in Jiugao, hearing in the wilderness, and shuttling between them according to the sound.

Between Meng Yan's light fingers, the sound of the piano is lingering, subtle and long, sometimes like human language, can be dialogued, sometimes like the thread of the human heart, ethereal and changeable, the last piece of loose sound, loose and distant, three tones staggered, changing in no way, a picture of clouds and water, sky and light and shadow is vividly presented above the arena.

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!" Yu Ye, as the chief examiner of this piano art competition, said three wonderful words in a row, which moved the audience.

"Xie Yuye Xingjun praised." Meng Yan smiled at the corner of his mouth, and saluted the main stage with his chin bowed.

"If it is said that the autumn river played by Qi Shang has the thoughts of the mountains and forests reverberating at night, then the bliss chant you play has the feeling of the sea of clouds churning, both have their own merits, and they are really regarded as masterpieces." Yu Ye listened to three masterpieces in a row, which made him feel happy, and his dim eyes seemed to be brighter.

The descendants of the dragon clan in the back of the competition are uneven, most of them can only be regarded as the skills of the middle, and they cannot surpass the previous pigs, Qi Shang and Meng Yan, the competition has been carried out for most of the day, the afternoon sun is a little blazing, shining people drowsy, and no longer hear the exciting repertoire, everyone is a little tired.

Mo Fei silently counted in his heart, there were still two people who were on the field, her heart beat faster, and finally, the nineteenth candidate ended the competition, but for a long time she didn't see the next candidate come in, and the people in the stands talked about it, and everyone guessed that it was not because they were worried that it would be difficult to surpass the first few people, so they left the venue halfway because they were afraid.

Mo Fei was anxious in her heart, Long Fuzhi would not be timid, there must be something to delay, she stood up and stood on tiptoe and looked in the direction of the entrance, silently thinking in her heart, Long Fuzhi, where are you.

The Dragon King of the East China Sea looked worried, seeing that his son had not appeared for a long time, and wanted to send someone to find Long Fuzhi, at this time, at the entrance, a fat young man appeared, he held a lyre, and slowly walked towards the center of the field.

"Who's that?"

"That's the stupid son of the Dragon King of the East China Sea."

"It's him, a fool also came to compete, there is a good show to watch."

"It is said that his master is Yuye Xingjun."

"No matter how good a teacher is, it's in vain, what does such a person know?"

“……”

The words of the people behind her became more and more ugly, Mo Fei's hand hanging on his side was clenched into a fist, and she warned herself in her heart to hold back, she took a deep breath and tried her best to restrain her emotions, although there were four dragon kings in charge, there were still a few strange laughs and whistles in the stands, accompanied by the sound of ear to ear, and the scene was chaotic.

Long Fuzhi only felt that his knees hurt badly, and when he was about to play, he was tripped by the second cousin of Beihai and fell to the ground, he held the piano with both hands, this competition must not disappoint Fei'er and the master, he muttered to himself, limped to the center of the field with the pain, and flattened the lyre.

Sitting down, he only heard the commotion of the arena, the laughter and whistles were endless, he raised his hand, his fingers trembled violently, his heart panicked, he raised his head to find Mo Fei's figure in the crowd, but the scorching sun was overhead, and the stands were black.

The sun above his head is very poisonous, the white flowers are dazzling, Long Fuzhi stretches out his hand to pluck the lyre, but it is difficult to concentrate, the sound of the piano is messy, the song is not a song, and the tune is not in tune.

As the laughter in the stands became louder and louder, the face of the Dragon King of the East China Sea was a little unbearable, and when he saw his son making a fool of himself in front of everyone, he felt helpless and anxious.

The sweat in the hands of the dragon queen also stained the handkerchief, and even Yu Ye pinched the sweat for Long Fuzhi in his heart, he believed in Long Fuzhi's piano skills, but that child had never played in front of the living, so it was inevitable that he had some stage fright, but as the chief examiner of this competition, he couldn't come to his side to comfort him, and now he could only rely on himself.