"Sonorous!" The white fingers caressed, unhurriedly adjusted the strings, and with his movements, the pleasant sound poured out.

He was quiet, and there was an air of intolerance for profanity.

"This song is composed by the family teacher to commemorate his deceased wife, and the piano depicts the story of the two acquaintances, acquaintances, stays, and separation."

When the words fell, the sound of the piano began, and everyone's attention was immediately attracted to the past.

The beginning is gentle and melodious, like a spring water, like a beautiful falling flower. Everyone closed their eyes, their hearts moved with the sound, and a scene of bright spring and birds and flowers suddenly appeared in front of them.

Such a sweet love, straight people think of the first throbbing when they were young.

Everyone was immersed in the beautiful scenery, and suddenly a few sounds of sonorous, sonorous, and sonorous sounds, broke the beauty.

Abrupt, yet powerful.

The voice automatically divided into two parts, one more euphemistic and low, and the other extremely high, adding a bit of sadness to the low voice.

The sound of the piano was loud and loud, and the euphemistic sound was all covered up, and the high sound was as strong as deafening. Everyone seemed to see a pair of grieving lovers, who had to be separated because of the intervention of evil forces, and the two sides were separated from each other from then on.

After an extremely high-pitched struggle, the tone of the real tune suddenly turns to plaintiveness.

The soft voice is low, it is resentment, sobbing, and helplessness......

The heartache hits like a tidal wave, and finally completely submerges the person.

Suddenly, the crisp birdsong and the tinkling spring seemed to sound again, blending with the whispered sobbing. It's just that the joy of the beginning is no longer the beginning, but it has added a bit of desperate sadness.

yes, despair.

The Si people have gone, the beautiful scenery is still the same, and the things are not people.

After a song, everyone was still immersed in the sad tune, unable to extricate themselves for a long time.

"It's really worthy of a crane in the clouds, a few strings of zither, and it can be touched for such a second." Xiao Yu was the first to clap.

Hearing Xiao Yu's words, everyone came back to their senses, and immediately, thunderous applause rang out.

Cui Yan also looked at the crane in the clouds with appreciation, of course, what she appreciated more was the song played by the crane in the clouds.

What a deep love, what a painful despair, to play such a sad feeling!

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful! Dongfang Lei also applauded, and did not hesitate to praise himself.

At this moment, he was not annoyed at all by Yun Zhonghe's rejection of himself before, and it was natural to have such talent and some arrogance.

The crane in the clouds did not squint, as if it was still immersed in its own sadness, and its slender fingers gently stroked the strings, so careful, so loving, like touching a beloved object.

After a long time, he said lightly, "I travel everywhere, just to find a master for this phoenix qin." ”

As soon as the words fell, everyone present was boiling, especially the powerful women, who were all gearing up and eager to try.

That's the phoenix qin, the world-famous phoenix qin!

If you get the Phoenix Qin, can you also become a disciple of the crane in the clouds?

Even the Oriental Pearl has the heart to give it a try.

Although Xijing is a country on horseback, after the founding of Taizu, she has been committed to absorbing the culture of the Central Plains.

The sharp eyes condensed on the phoenix piano under the crane in the clouds, and the sparkling in his eyes was the inevitable light!

Phoenix Qin, it's hers!