"Knock Knock"

In the main hall, the sound of the piano sounded, rapid and crisp, like a bean bead falling on a jade plate, and it stopped abruptly.

After a while, the melodious sound of the piano sounded slowly, not as rapid as before, but very soft, the first smell was like a spring breeze blowing through the fields, and the bamboo shoots falling into the shell of the bamboo forest, making people feel peaceful and extraordinarily quiet; When immersed in it, the sound of the piano suddenly turns, like the sound of frogs responding, and like the sound of the waves on the shore, gushing, making people excited inexplicably, when the meaning is still unfinished, the sound of the piano turns to chant again, graceful and sad, the heart moves at will, as if seeing a bright moon in the dark night, a lone wolf stands on the top of the mountain and looks up to the sky and screams, making a lonely and poignant long howl.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, Dong Ping and Ding Xiufang were deeply immersed in the piano, and with the stop of the piano sound, they woke up, and then they were shocked to find that they had become tearful people, and they couldn't help sobbing.

She raised her head suddenly, the young man in front of her, there seemed to be a tear hanging faintly in the corner of his eye, and the pupils, just like the bright moon seen in the artistic conception, were so lonely and so sad!

Dong Ping wiped her tears, she didn't know why she was so sad, she felt a strong longing in her heart, she knew that this was the artistic conception of a teenager, but she didn't know which relative he missed or a beautiful girl?

The boy turned his head gracefully, and when he turned again, everything was back to normal, and there was a coldness in his eyes, as if he didn't feel any warmth.

"The art of spiritual sound is one of the three great creation of spiritual arts, the low is to guide the spiritual energy, declare and harmonize the emotions, or heal the soul, and the essence is to transform the spirit into a mirror, go to the secret realm of the nine heavens, go down to the four seas and eight wildernesses, and get rid of the worldly mortal dust. How can you learn this supreme spiritual technique to control your mind and induce your thoughts, and to do vulgar and seductive acts! ”

The young man known as Su Gongzi was still expressionless, but he could feel his displeasure in his words.

As he spoke, he took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped the dust on Yaoqin, while slowly continuing: "If it weren't for the great favor owed to the city lord, it would be rare for me to come to participate in these things of you."

Dong Ping and Ding Xiufang didn't dare to argue, bowed their heads and were speechless, but their hearts were already turbulent, they had just heard rumors from people before, and Su Gongzi had already cultivated in Lingyin at a young age, and became a generation of masters.

When I saw it today, I was not only deeply immersed in the artistic conception of Lingyin, but I also unexpectedly realized what it means to be a young man and an old man, and the art of Lingyin at such an age is unfathomable.

They were also secretly glad about the relationship between the landlord and the Pinghai city lord, otherwise how could the city lord be willing to use such a valuable favor to invite this great god?

At this time, the assessment of the inner courtyard has begun, and there are girls playing one after another, some playing the yaoqin, some playing the guzheng, and some playing the gonghou and pipa.

"I heard that the most powerful ones this time are Lu Shuixian and Zhongli Ziwei."

"It should be Milan Qing and Xi Qinghui."

"I think it's most likely Zhang Mingqian and Bai Moran"

The audience is constantly speculating about the most powerful girl this time, and each has their favorite idol. And those gentlemen, the sons and daughters of the family also began to bet.

"I'm betting on Soe Bi"

"I'm betting on Milan Blue"

"Haha, I'm betting on Moran!"

At this time, time seemed to be suddenly quiet, and everyone turned their eyes on the person who bet on Bai Moran.

I saw that this person was Rong Hanying, who was wearing a light green dress, and a pair of watery eyes looked at the strange gazes cast by everyone.

"Haha, this fool actually cast a white Moran"

"Girl, you look pretty good, why are you so visionless?"

Everyone began to taunt Rong Hanying, but Rong Hanying ignored them, and went straight to Bai Moran and Jiang Cai'er, looked at Jiang Cai'er proudly and said, "I bet a hundred silver spirits!" ”

"It's not too much" Jiang Cai'er glanced at her and said angrily.

"Oh, this is all my pocket money, if you miscalculate, see if I don't kill you," Rong Hanying pouted and complained.

"Look at your urgency"

At this time, Bai Moran was not interested in their topic at all, standing in the crowd waiting for the nomination.

"Mo Ran, are you nervous?"

At this time, Jiang Cai'er teased Rong Hanying and said to Bai Moran with a playful expression.

"It's not about being nervous, anyway, I'm not interested in what Changsan Shuyu is, I'm just thinking about when I'll be able to leave this place," Bai Moran said calmly.

"Hey, don't, although I'm not interested, but you have to refer to it carefully, we bet on you, if you behave negatively, we won't have you as a friend."

"Yes, Sister Cai'er thinks that after you become famous, she will be able to touch your light!" As soon as Jiang Cai'er's words fell, Rong Hanying on the side teased.

"I don't want to touch her light, anyway, it's already.... Anyway, if I want to compete for the third long, it's easy."

"Yes, yes," Rong Hanying echoed beside her.

"Bai Moran"

At this time, an examiner on the stage began to read Bai Moran's name.

"Mo Ran called you"

Seeing that Bai Moran didn't seem to hear it, Rong Hanying pulled Bai Moran's sleeve and reminded.

"Huh?"

Bai Moran reacted at this time and hurriedly walked to the stage, he was very calm because he didn't care before, but now he suddenly became nervous.

She walked awkwardly and quickly into the performance area, looking at the various instruments, her eyes wandering between the various instruments.

"Huh? That's it."

In the end, she chose Konghou, who was coldly treated by the girls in the corner, and then walked over and sat down in front of Konghou.

Bai Moran first took a long breath to calm down his nervousness, and then looked at the examiner in the stands. Suddenly, she paused, the examiner's eyebrows, eyes, and face were a little similar to her father Bai Ermao, and her already calm heart was instantly stirred up layers of ripples.

Recalling her unfortunate experience, the inner entanglement is indescribable, and the mother she has always missed in her childhood, Naodao doesn't know what it looks like now. The emotions for her father are even more mixed, and the longing and resentment are intertwined, like a mess that fills her heart.

Originally, the audience held their breath, waiting for the moment when she plucked the strings, and then... And then .... Until the audience collectively suffocated, she actually stood on the stage and remained motionless.

"Moran?"

At this time, Rong Hanying reminded anxiously.

When Bai Moran slowly turned her head, Rong Hanying was stunned for a moment, she had never seen Bai Moran look like this, and her red eyes were so sad.

However, at this time, the sound of the music sounded quietly, at the beginning of the music was as long as the mountains and flowing water, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low, it seemed to make people feel very relaxed and very sweet, when they were addicted to it, the music turned sharply, as if falling into the abyss, making people depressed and about to suffocate. As the sound of the piano gradually became more and more urgent, it seemed to be trapped in the abyss, longing for freedom, unwilling to fate, and feeling a strong resentment. When you are deeply confused, the wind flickers, gently or tactfully, and you feel that you are in the endless darkness and void in the depths, and you are particularly helpless, but for some reason, there is always a trace of inexplicable missing, but you don't know who you miss. Unintentionally, tears have come out, but I don't know who they are shed!

"Huh?"

I wanted to close my eyes and settle down, but the young man in white who was curious to enter the artistic conception of the piano outside the hall suddenly opened his eyes. He glanced at Dong Ping and Ding Xiufang, who were standing aside, and asked, "Who played this song?" ”

"Mr. Newspaper, it should be a certain girl who has been assessed"

Dong Ping replied respectfully.

"Hehe, interesting, the oldest girl you take the assessment here is no more than 14 years old, right?"

"As the gentleman said"

After Dong Ping answered, seeing that there was no movement for a long time, she slowly raised her head.

"Huh"

The boy in white had disappeared from where he was.

In the inner courtyard, everyone was intoxicated by the sound of the piano, Bai Moran had stopped playing, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, got up and bowed to everyone, and was about to leave.

"Look, who is that man?"

At this time, on the platform outside the door of the main hall, there stood a young man in white wearing a hood.

Someone in the audience shouted in surprise.

End of this chapter!