This is purely a nonsense stirrry, just now the party Lin Qingyin has officially admitted defeat, and the judges have also given the results, so open the trouble, but it is too much, and even more ask Jun Moxie to play a song that is better than the heartbreak, it is even more shameless, just now the young master Jun has explained that the song itself has reached the state of perfection, only the player's state of mind is slightly problematic, so that Bai Huan is slight, but the voice wants Jun Moxie to play another song better, but it is difficult for the strong man to be clear!

"The winner is clear, do you want to mess around?" Miao Xiaomiao raised her eyebrows, her phoenix eyes were full of anger, and she was a little angry!

"He hasn't even touched a musical instrument, how can he say that he has a clear victory?"

Jun Mo Evil Divine Nian had already locked on the person who was shouting, only to see him standing far away in the crowd, hiding his head behind a person, bowing his head deeply, just blindly pulling his neck and shouting.

Usually shouting like this, the expression is very angry, but this guy obviously looks weak-hearted, lest others recognize him.

Zhan Qingfeng's face was silent, but a hint of pride flashed in his eyes. This person is the backhand he arranged in advance, in case Mo Junye wins, no matter what the reason, he must find out, even if he finds a bone in the egg, he must overturn Mo Junye's victory!

Jun Moxie's divine thoughts were just swept once, and he already understood everything. He sneered in his heart, and said in his heart, if you know that I am the Oriental Book who played the proud Jianghu in the Danguan Tower of Chrysanthemum City...... I'm afraid I will never rush to give myself a chance to perform, broken heart chant is indeed perfect, but perfection can also be divided into three, six, nine and other drops...... "The so-called justice is in the hearts of the people, or so, since some people have raised doubts, then, I will play a song for everyone." Lest someone pick a bone in the egg and blindly play tricks without forgiveness!Do you think I'm right, Grand Master Zhan?" Jun Mo looked at Zhan Qingfeng with a smile.

"That's nature, if you want to win, you must really have the strength to overwhelm xìng!" Zhan Qingfeng said with a slight smile: "The victory and defeat are clear, you can't just rely on playing tricks." ”

"Yes, but when it comes to subverting the idea of winning or losing, you can't just pay lip service. Jun Moxie said with a smile: "It is even more impossible to rely on some shady means to use some people who don't even dare to show their faces." The benevolent brother who spoke, since you have the courage to speak, why don't you stand up generously, I can guarantee that I will never pursue it, whether what you say is your personal will or represents the will of others!"

As soon as this sentence came out, Miao Xiaomiao burst out laughing. With her strength, she has naturally discovered that person. And Jun Moxie and Zhan Qingfeng's words and swords also made her instantly figure out everything that was happening in front of her.

Since coming here, I have never seen Zhan Qingfeng say a word to this person, and it seems that this person must have been arranged by Zhan Qingfeng. I didn't expect this person's thoughtful and thoughtful thinking to such a point, and he planned defeat before he thought about victory, and he actually arranged everything in advance.

But because of this, the defense against the clear wind in his heart is even greater! So, all his previous actions, and all the actions that made him feel warm, weren't all designed by this person's jīng heart?

What is he trying to do to please himself? Or ...... What is the fighter going to do?

In Miao Xiaomiao's heart, for the first time, the height of this problem was raised to the height of the entire Zhan family, and he couldn't help but feel a great deal in his heart!

"Brother Lin, the younger brother didn't expect that there would be a meeting today, and he didn't have a musical instrument with him, so he had to borrow his brother's Tai jade flute to use it. Jun Moxie smiled and bowed.

Lin Qingyin smiled and agreed, took out the jade flute, wiped it in the water very carefully, and then held the jade flute with a white silk and sent it over for Jun Moxie.

This practice, in the Phantom Mansion, is a musician's greatest respect for his peers!

Originally, as Lin Qing's identity in the music industry, he insisted on his own position, and it was impossible to lend the musical instruments that he never left to others, but in Lin Qingyin's actions, everyone could clearly feel an atmosphere.

That is, Mo Junye borrowed the jade flute from Lin Qingyin to play music, and it was Lin Qingyin himself and the jade flute that should really feel honored!

Jun Moxie took the flute in his hand, and felt that his hand was as light as nothing, and he couldn't help but be surprised, and said, "Good flute." ”

Holding this jade flute in his hand, he can hardly feel the weight. I believe that only the extremely rare light spirit jade can do it!

"A good flute must also be matched with good people. This jade flute is in my hands, but it is a bit ruined. Now I can only hope for Brother Mo, hoping that it can make a different voice in Brother Mo's hands. Lin Qingyin smiled lonely and slowly retreated.

"Brother Lin is too humble. Jun Moxie smiled faintly, looked at the jade flute in his hand, and said softly: "The piece I am about to play was written by a woman, and it has been passed down for hundreds of years...... Or is it jealousy of the red face, this peerless fan, the beauty of the country, the life of the sorrowful, the body is weak, before the age of twenty, he has died, a generation of the world's red face, disappeared in the dust, people can't help but sigh. However, due to our remote location, this piece has never been circulated, and it is only a coincidence that I am fortunate enough to learn this Xiao song. ”

As soon as he said this, many people on the judges' bench pricked up their ears. Obviously, this is another piece of music that no one has ever heard.

And it was made by a woman!

"Although this girl has a charming appearance, but because of her weak body, she lingers on the sickbed all the year round, and rarely goes out...... But that night, there was a strong wind, and a light rain fell, and thousands of flowers in full bloom withered overnight......

When Jun Mo said this, Miao Xiaomiao couldn't help but let out a soft 'ah'. If the heart is to replace this woman with himself, it will inevitably be extremely sad, especially if this woman is still lingering on the sickbed all the year round, and her heart will be weak, and it will not be even more unbearable to suddenly destroy her little pleasure due to natural changes?

Sure enough, I only heard Jun Moye say: "...... When she heard the sound of the wind and rain in the evening, she was already anxious, and when it was just dawn, she got up and went to the garden to see her favorite flowers, but before her was a miserable red land......"

She was very sad, yesterday it was a thousand purple flowers, but now it has withered like this, but she is sad, she can't bear to let these petals be crushed in the dust, so she swept up all the petals all over the ground, filled them with sachets, and buried them...... Just when she was burying the flowers, she suddenly thought of herself, how could she not be in such a flowery life, but she was seriously ill, or she would die soon, so who could bury the flowers herself, and who would he bury herself?"

"Either it is because of the sadness of the scene, or because of the heart, this strange woman improvised a poem called "Funeral Flower Yin", and now the song I want to play is the flute song composed by her own hands. And the woman passed away within three days of the lyrics and music being scored......"

Hearing what Brother Mo said, my little sister really couldn't wait to listen to this song "Funeral Flower Yin". Miao Xiaomiao's eyes were full of sè, and she said with great interest: "But before Brother Mo plays, can you write down this poem first?"

"Miss Miao opened her mouth to ask, naturally she can!" Jun Moxie said very generously.

With a wave of her hand, Miao Xiaomiao sent her pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, put it in front of her, and said with a smile: "Brother Mo just recite, and the little sister will complete this record duty." ”

"That's very good. Jun Moxie understood what she meant, and she might have to try her calligraphy for a while, so it was better not to show her hole cards for the time being.

The two of them are like singing double reeds, you say a word to me, if no one else is around, the atmosphere of this song is rendered, and the song of the funeral flower has not yet begun to play, but it has already penetrated into the hearts of the people and tugged at the heartstrings of everyone.

Tell a moving story first, arouse the resonance in people's hearts, and then write the relevant lyrics, show it in front of everyone, and finally officially play this song, which can undoubtedly make this song more powerful than ever!

With the brush in Miao Xiaomiao's hand dipped in ink, under the gentle recitation of Jun Moxie, the "Funeral Flower Yin" that was once all the rage on the earth, almost all men, women and children can be catchy Dream of Red Mansions, in this different world, finally bloomed its unique brilliance!

"Flowers and flowers are flying all over the sky, who has mercy on the red incense?

The gossamer is soft and fluttering, and the flocculent is lightly stained with the embroidery curtain.

The daughter of the boudoir cherishes chūn twilight, full of sorrow and has nowhere to complain; she hoes the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir and endures stepping on the falling flowers to come and go.

The willow silk elm pod is from Fangfei, regardless of Tao Piao and Li Fei; Tao Li can be sent again next year, who will be in the boudoir next year?

The incense nest in March has been built, and the swallows between the beams are too ruthless.

Although the flower hair can be pecked next year, it will not be poured into the empty nest of the beam.

Three hundred and sixty rì a year, the wind and frost and the sword are strictly pressing;

Flowers are easy to see and difficult to find, and the front of the stairs is sad to kill and bury the flower people; leaning on the flower hoe alone to secretly shed tears, sprinkling empty branches to see blood marks.

The cuckoo was speechless at dusk, and the hoe returned to cover the door; the green light shone on the wall, and the cold rain knocked on the window and was not warmed.

Blame the slave for being so sad that he is half pitiful and half annoyed, and he is so angry that he is annoyed and gone, and he is speechless and does not listen.

Last night, the sad song outside the court was released, do you know that it is the soul of a flower and the soul of a bird?

The soul of the flower and the soul of the bird are always difficult to stay, and the bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed;

At the end of the day, where is the incense hill?

If you don't collect the beautiful bones, a pure land to cover the wind and flow, the essence is clean and clean, and it is better than dirty ditches.

Erjin is dead and buried in Nong, and he is not sure how to mourn?

Nong is burying flowers and laughing idiots, who does he know when he buries Nong?

Try to see the chūn flower gradually falling, that is, when the red face dies; once the chūn is red and old, the flower falls and the person dies without knowing it!"

With Jun Moxie's recitation and Miao Xiaomiao's writing, everyone was immersed in this sad and mournful but beautiful and elegant verse, and even the two brothers Zhan Qingfeng and Zhan Yushu, who were bent on Jun Moxie, couldn't say a word to stir up the situation at this moment.

In the world, there really is such a beautiful artistic conception of poetry! And every word is so real, close to everyone's life, that helplessness, that freedom in the face of life and death...... Flowers are used as a metaphor for their own lofty and arrogant ...... In the world, there was such a strange woman with a blue heart......