Jiang Panpan temporarily played a welcoming role today.

The Yan family is scarce, and in Yan Ruoxi's generation, there are only two brothers and sisters, Yan Ruoxi and her brother Yan Ruohai, but Yan Ruohai stays in the army all year round and rarely comes back. This time for his grandfather's 80th birthday, Yan Ruohai specially asked the leaders of the army for a few days off and made a special trip back to greet his grandfather.

Therefore, Jiang Panpan temporarily acted as a temporary welcome to the Yan family.

"Welcome!" Jiang Panpan had just finished greeting a guest couple, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Ma Fan standing at the door of the villa with a beautiful woman.

The woman was fair-skinned and wearing a simple and well-textured dress, Jiang Panpan could see at a glance that this was a costume designed and made by the royal costume designer of the Eagle Kingdom, because Jiang Panpan was extremely good at clothing, not to mention that after reconfirmation, she saw an inconspicuous flying eagle mark on the dress. The woman's appearance is extremely outstanding, and her beautiful face is slightly powdered, which makes people unable to take their eyes off it at a glance, and it is simply a second to kill many domestic actresses in Dahua. She gently held Ma Fan's arm and stood at the door with Ma Fan, which immediately attracted the attention of most people.

With the aura of the two alone, the focus of the scene shifted to the two.

"Brother Fan, Sister Qian, welcome!" Yan Ruoxi didn't know when she came out, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet the two.

Jiang Panpan only felt that her heart was like a deer crashing, and she almost couldn't control her breathing under extreme nervousness. Looking at Ma Fan's handsome face, Jiang Panpan couldn't help but think of what happened in the hotel two days ago, and a touch of blush immediately appeared on her face.

Ma Fan nodded at Yan Ruoxi, but he didn't notice Jiang Panpan standing not far away.

Jiang Panpan wanted to step forward to greet Ma Fan, and after looking at Long Qian beside him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of inferiority, and he couldn't take a step anymore.

And Tulu and Komatsu in the hall immediately became short of breath when they saw Ma Fan, and their eyes showed eager enthusiasm, Komatsu stood up and was about to go in the direction of Ma Fan, but was grabbed by Tulu.

"Bear with me, it's not the time yet, let's go and meet that master again when we have the chance!" After all, Tulu is a little older, and now he is the hall master of the White Elephant Hall, so he is much calmer when encountering problems.

Komatsu sat down embarrassedly, scratched his head, and then stayed at the table in a proper manner.

Ma Fan and the others ignored the others, and under the leadership of Yan Ruoxi, they walked towards the hall.

Old Man Yan was greeting guests in the hall, and when he saw Ma Fan and Long Qian coming, he immediately greeted them and personally brought them to the main table to sit down.

Not long after, the banquet officially began. After the host's opening remarks, the guests delivered speeches and performances.

Jiang Panpan adjusted his mood and slowly sat down by the piano at the door of the villa.

"Good afternoon, distinguished guests! Below, I dedicate this self-created song "Xia Mantian" as a gift to my most respected uncle, wishing him good health and happiness like the East China Sea and longevity than Nanshan! Jiang Panpan picked up the microphone and said.

In a moment, a burst of soothing music flowed out like flowing water with Jiang Panpan's slender index finger.

"People who don't care about the old, who will pity the old. The thinness of the body is frequent, and the hair is thinning and the crown is self-deviating. Waste books are cherished for the eyes, and moxibustion is for the years. The experience is also knowledgeable, and reading people is like reading Sichuan. It's fortunate to think about it, and it's easy to see it here. Mo Dao mulberry night, for the sun is still full of ......"

Ma Fan, who was eating at the dining table, trembled. The melody of this piece is too familiar to him, and the most outstanding musician and singer Murong Chuchu in the history of Haotian Continent is this song. And Murong Chuchu later came together with Ma Fan and became one of Ma Fan's many wives.

Ma Fan listened to this song carefully, and his face was full of incredulity. However, he soon discovered that this piece was only similar to the first half of "The Beauty of the Mountains", and the second half of "The Beauty of the Mountains" was full of generosity and decisive killing on the battlefield.

Jiang Panpan's crisp and gentle voice complemented this song, and the guests quieted down, and they were soon attracted by this light and graceful song. However, later the style of the song changed abruptly, from light and graceful to high-spirited, which has a great artistic conception that makes people feel refreshed. Everyone couldn't help but applaud in unison, and the applause came to mind.

Soon, a song is about to end.

The applause was thunderous, and everyone was talking. Many people still know Jiang Panpan.

"Isn't this Jiang Panpan of the Jiang family?"

"Who?"

"Deputy Mayor Peng Rindong's daughter-in-law, don't you know? Hey, it's a pity, Mayor Peng's son doesn't learn and doesn't know how to do it, and he spends all day drinking, I didn't expect this wife to be so talented! What a pity! ”

"This woman is so beautiful! It's like stepping out of a painting! , I didn't expect not only the people to be beautiful, but also to sing so well! What's more, she still plays and sings by herself! ”

"Hey, who's that guy? How did you bring a mask? ”

At this moment, the people present suddenly found that there was a tall man standing next to Jiang Panpan at some point. The man was dressed in a ceremonial dress, tall and straight, with a handful of something shaped like a zither hanging from his shoulder. Although he wears a golden mask, he still can't stop the innate nobility that emanates from him.

"You don't see the snow on the seaside, and the flat sand is reckless and yellow into the sky. Luntai roared in the September wind and night, and the gravel of Yichuan was as big as a bucket, and it was all over the ground with the wind...... "Jiang Panpan was playing by himself, and suddenly a majestic male voice sounded beside him, singing lyrics that he had never heard before.

She subconsciously turned her head to the side, and at a glance she saw the figure that haunted her.

Although this man was wearing a mask, Jiang Panpan could be sure that this was Ma Fan.

As soon as Ma Fan's voice came out, everyone was shocked.

No one has ever had such a magical voice. The sound is very penetrating, as if penetrating the soul of people, everyone feels that the sound seems to sound in their ears, and then goes straight into their souls, the passionate tune makes people's blood boil, eager to immediately turn into a warrior, and the enemy on the battlefield of the reckless Gobi Yellow Sand to have a big fight.

Jiang Panpan panicked, and the movements in his hands stopped involuntarily.

"Sorry to interrupt your show. However, I also heard your performance just now, and I remembered a piece I had heard before, which was very similar to your song, I wonder if Ms. Jiang can pause and let me play a song? Ma Fan stopped, turned sideways and nodded at Jiang Panpan, and asked gently.

Jiang Panpan was like a fog in the clouds, and he didn't hear what Ma Fan said clearly for a while.

"Ms. Jiang?" Marfan asked again.

"Ah, yes! No problem! Jiang Panpan woke up like a dream, and quickly got up and gave up his position to Ma Fan.

Ma Fan didn't know when there was something like a button in his hand. He slammed the button lightly to the gown near his chin, pressed it a few more times, then closed the lid of the piano, removed the zither-like thing hanging from his shoulder to prevent it from smashing the piano, and began to play as he stood like that.

Qingyue's melodious voice sounded, pleasant and comforting. The sound is like a guzheng.

"The elf grass and yellow horses are fat, Jinshan sees smoke and dust flying in the west, and the general of the Tiger family goes out to the west. The general's golden armor does not take off at night, and the army marches in the middle of the night, and the limelight is like a knife. Horsehair with snow and sweat steam, five flowers and money are swirled into ice, and the grass and inkstones in the curtain are condensed. When the captives heard this, they should be frightened, and they knew that the short soldiers did not dare to take it, and the chariot master Ximen offered ......." The voice that hit the soul suddenly sang again.

The crowd was still talking about Ma Fan, the man with the mask, and everyone was very curious, what kind of sacredness was this, and he actually wore a mask at Old Man Yan's birthday banquet?

It wasn't until the sound of the guzheng and Ma Fan's voice remembered again that everyone immediately fell into a dream.

Ma Fan's "Beauty in the Mountains" and Jiang Panpan's "Xia Mantian" are very similar, but they are very different.

The main difference is in the second half.

In the first half, both are light and graceful, slowly telling the heart; In the second half, "Xia Mantian" is full of fighting spirit, but there is no intention of killing; The second half of "The Beauty of the Mountains" is full of generosity and decisive killing on the battlefield. Everyone was fascinated, as if they were trapped in a big ancient battlefield, thousands of troops and horses roared in, and the two armies met and started a fierce battle.

Ma Fan's majestic male voice clearly reached everyone's ears through the micro speaker on his chest, as if the voice was ringing in his ears.

The voice that hit the soul made everyone forget that they were at the 80th birthday banquet of Old Man Yan, and the guests present were immersed in the artistic conception of the song and couldn't extricate themselves.

Jiang Panpan is the same. In the end, tears slowly flowed from the corners of her eyes.

After a long time, Ma Fan finally stopped playing.

There was a deathly silence at the scene.

Eventually, some people began to come back to their senses, slowly looking around at the crowd of people who were stunned, or tearful, or excited, and then applauded desperately.

The sparse applause grew louder and denser.

Later, the applause was endless and enduring.

"Great!"

"It's unbelievable!"

"Oh my God, how can there be such a magical singing!"

For a while, all kinds of praises were endless, but everyone didn't realize that the masked man who sang just now had already left everyone's sight.

In the crowd, only Jiang Panpan, Yan Ruoxi, Long Qian, Tulu, and Xiao Song knew that the man just now was Ma Fan.

Long Qian sat next to Ma Fan, naturally knowing when Ma Fan would leave. And Ma Fan took out a mask out of nowhere to put it on, and he didn't know where he took out a musical instrument shaped like a guzheng, but it also surprised Long Qian.

Needless to say, Jiang Panpan decided that the masked man beside him was Ma Fan from the beginning.

Yan Ruoxi, Tulu and Xiao Song focused on Ma Fan as soon as Ma Fan arrived, so they knew from the beginning that Ma Fan walked directly to Jiang Panpan's piano after leaving his seat. It's just that a few people don't understand, Ma Fan came in empty-handed, when did he have an extra guzheng-like instrument and a mask?

At this moment, Tulu and Komatsu looked at Ma Fan with extreme admiration in their eyes. In their hearts, Ma Fan is a hidden martial arts master, and he is even more first-class if he doesn't want to sing.

And Long Qian's heart was also full of shock. It seems that I still know too little about this man.