Many years later, in the memories of the old toothless northern people, it was also a scene that can definitely be recorded in the history of the tabloids of Shendu.

Just after the girl whispered.

No one knew what she was talking about, because it was so empty in front of her.

The stage dedicated to the examination is very large, and it looks bigger and bigger against the background of the slender figure of a lone girl.

It's getting more and more empty.

The girl standing in the center of the empty stage looked weak, pitiful, and helpless.

Under the larger space, there are hundreds of men lifting children, and on the periphery are the people watching the excitement.

The radius distance is hundreds of feet.

This girl, where Zhu Luan is located, is such an isolated island.

She could only sing alone on the high platform, like a singer on the side of the road, looking particularly desolate.

In the eyes of some behind-the-scenes, this is the most suitable humiliation for this unscrupulous woman!

A humiliation created especially for her.

No one can help her, and the more people who understand her current situation, the more desperate they can for her, and there is no possibility for her to break through this predicament!

The battle of the trapped beast is just a poor donkey.

After all, musical instruments, something that civilians can't afford, can't be ...... from heaven

Heavenly......

The scribe on the high platform widened his eyes, and a small black dot appeared in his pupils.

When the girl said this.

Everyone looked at her like they were looking at her.

That thing appeared.

Out of thin air...... Notice that it really came out of thin air, because that thing really flew out of the sky.

A dark shadow pierced the sky, like a meteor, growing bigger and bigger.

On the high platform in the north, Song Huaizhu looked back!

Then he saw what was like a miracle.

A miracle that belonged to that woman.

Under the bright daylight, that thing was brighter than daylight, not a black shadow, but a streamer.

It came so fast that ordinary people didn't see it clearly at all, and thought it was a meteorite falling from the sky, screaming and scattering.

"Ahhh

"Oh my God, what's that!"

"That's ......"

But some people can see clearly.

Duan Lizheng, who was in the audience, also widened his eyes.

Ah, there really is such a thing in this world.

In the eyes of cultivators, this is really a beautiful scene.

It's not meteoric iron, it's not stone, it's not brick.

It's a jade-colored lute.

The smooth figure belonging to the pipa in the daylight made the young man fascinated and couldn't take his eyes off.

Today he finally learned that musical instruments can also be dropped in the sky.

Where his fiancée is there, anything can happen.

The young man suddenly laughed, and Mu Kezhi next to him looked at him in amazement.

And even a cultivator could not help but scream out when he looked at this scene at this time.

Because the pipa that flew out of thin air was actually thrown extremely vigorously from a very long distance, such an impact and the weight of the pipa were more than enough to kill people.

When the pipa approached, ordinary people could also see the huge outline of the thing.

Everyone watched as the lute flew towards the girl on the high platform with the momentum of smashing people to death!

Quite a few of the timid even closed their eyes.

Song Huaizhu on the high platform and Duan Lizheng under the high platform widened their eyes.

The person who closes his eyes thinks he will hear a loud bang, but he doesn't.

The people opened their eyes and saw a scene that they will never forget.

The girl's long hair fluttered in the wind on the high platform, reflecting in the pupils of thousands of people in the audience.

Facing the flying pipa, people instinctively want to dodge, but Zhu Luan stands in the center of the stage, not dodging or dodging.

She looked up at the sky, and in the depths of her shining eyes, it seemed as if there were stars flying in the sky.

Then she leaped lightly, grasped the headstock of the lute, and gently took it into her arms, and then she held it in mid-air and spun around.

The light is scattered.

The girl's toes fell to the ground.

Slightly rising dust slowly fell to the ground.

Dust-free.

Silence.

People watched with their mouths open, unaware of anything else.

And Zhu Luan raised his head and smiled into the distance.

"Thank you."

Her figure on the high platform was so dazzling that Duan Lizheng couldn't help but look away with her gaze and look at the place she was looking at.

On the hillside in the distance, Xu Fengniang gently lifted her skirt and saluted.

"It's a trifle, my lord."

Fang Buzheng, who was standing on the side, pulled the reluctant Li Xun beside him, and wiped the cold sweat on his head, "It's good that you are here." ”

"Even if I'm not there, she can do it." Xu Fengniang shook her head.

Princess Jinyang on the other side said lightly.

"I thought that this little thing could stump her, but those people didn't have enough imagination."

Xu Fengniang nodded in agreement.

A mocking smile tugged at the corner of the experienced woman's mouth, "There are still instruments on this stage that don't belong to musicians." ”

However, it is still a little more convenient to have a pipa.

Zhu Luan looked at Xu Fengniang's Aiqin phoenix chick in his arms and smiled, since Xu Fengniang came with the qin, Zhu Luan had no intention of exposing too much on this stage.

The smug smile on the scribe's face had been stiff for a long time, and now looking at the back of the person holding the pipa, for some reason, a trace of fear suddenly rose in his heart.

There was a lute flying in the sky, and the girl caught it with ease.

The scribe felt that the common sense in his heart had been turned upside down, and his face had become hot.

He suddenly realized that this girl was probably a little different from the woman he had dealt with before, and even the low-status male lifter, and at this moment, the girl in front of him turned around.

The originally invincible conditions of the scribe couldn't help but take a step back.

When he realized it, his cheek felt even more pain.

Zhu Luan looked at him with a smile, but the hairs on the back of the scribe stood up.

"Alright, let's get started."

The girl's tone was unusual, and the scribe was about to say yes only to find that he was almost controlled.

"This instrument must be inspected...... Check ......" he stammered, Zhu Luan blinked and picked up the pipa in his hand.

The scribe's wizened hand stretched out toward the strings, but he received two hundred gold beads, and as long as he shook his hand, even if the strings were ......

The next moment, the scribe only felt a cold finger, a gust of wind blowing, and the fingertips suddenly hurt.

A crack appeared out of thin air, oozing beads of blood.

The scribe suddenly withdrew his hand!

"The strings can cut your fingers, be careful." The tone of the girl in front of her was unusual, but the scribe could no longer look at her normally.

His legs trembled like chaff.

"Is it done?" Zhu Luan asked.

The scribe nodded stiffly.

"Okay, then you can step down."

The scribe walked quickly to the sidelines, and halfway through it was only when he remembered that the woman had spoken in such a condescending tone...... But his back was cold, and he didn't dare to look back, so he could only swallow his anger and walk briskly to the sidelines.

She was finally the only one left on the high platform, Zhu Luan raised her head as usual and looked at the northern ring, and the little episode just now didn't seem to have any effect on her.

The frightened crowd reacted and looked to the north.

What would that man choose?