The island where the people were moving faster and faster, and soon it was below the flat island.

"Please don't move!" The white-clothed high-crowned young man prompted in time.

The cardinals on the stage still folded their hands over their chests, but had stopped chanting.

A burst of singing rang out, and the silver-clothed bishop Ye Yinchun began to chant.

Everyone couldn't understand what she was singing, but they were deeply affected after just listening to the first line. Her singing voice is distant and ethereal, and it is clear that the person who sings is in front of her, but the singing voice seems to come from the distant horizon. The smell is intoxicating, indescribably beautiful and affectionate.

The chests of the five cardinals lit up with a brilliant white light, and the white light continued to spread, enveloping everyone.

The white light is magical, so rich that you can clearly feel its texture. It was like a big marshmallow, enveloping everyone inside, and slowly flew towards the flat island in the air.

The singing, the white light, the marshmallows, all this is so beautiful, several female contestants have been deeply immersed in it. Even the unfeminine Ah Kelian closed her eyes and put on a look of enjoying herself.

The flat island is really flat, and the plane within a radius of five miles is full of smooth stone slabs. It was clear that a stone peak was cut off by someone and then turned it upside down.

There was nothing on the smooth floor, and the white-clothed young man motioned for everyone to sit in a circle. Said: "Let's start the literary test, please draw lots for all participants." ”

A priest in white brought a transparent vessel containing fourteen white wax pills. The crowd was drawn and registered.

"First place, Liu Chengming, please step forward."

A white and chubby boy came out of the Rongzhou players. This man's eyes were wandering, and he was staggering when he walked, and he didn't know what was desirable to bring him to the sea.

"He's going to be famous." Akeline had already defined him.

The young man walked up to Ye Yinchun's side, looked at it, and slowly sat down, sitting with the silver-clothed bishop.

Everyone looked at each other, and several people in Rongzhou had already turned their heads and closed their eyes, and they didn't know him. Akeline turned her head and covered her mouth tightly with her hands, trembling in her chest and abdomen, as if she had endured it with great difficulty.

Ye Yinchun just smiled slightly, and said, "Please choose a musical instrument, I have almost all musical instruments here in the world." Of course, if you want to play with your body, you can't help it. ”

The white fat boy touched his head and said, "I'll blow the trumpet." ”

Everyone was speechless, and Akelian, who had finally turned around, turned back again.

Ye Yinchun took out a white jade plate and gently pinched it, and there was an extra horn in his hand, the tube was as long as an arm, and the mouth was as wide as a head. "Is that so?" he asked. ”

"If you blow it, you can make a sound." The fat man is also real, and he raises his horn and is ready to blow.

"Please come to the center of the field." The white-clothed and high-crowned young man couldn't bear it anymore, so he had to lead him to the center of the circle.

The fat man looked around, smirked twice, and then raised his horn.

The horn was raised, but it did not reach its mouth. I saw that the fat man began to inhale, this breath is really long and long, and it seems that a big belly also has great benefits.

Until Akelian, who pretended to be asleep, was about to fall asleep, the fat man was finally full of confidence.

"Beep......

A shrill sound pulled the distracted crowd back into the room.

It turned out that he had already blown it.

The fat man's blow is half a pillar of incense, and there is no melody twist in the middle.

Everyone was listless, except for half of the people who were peeking at Zhuge Xiuwen, the other half of them could only wander their minds.

However, there is still one person in the audience who has been listening carefully, and she is Ye Yinchun, the referee of this competition.

The fat man finally finished blowing. He smiled and nodded to the crowd.

Everyone in the audience finally came to life again, and their eyes were on Ye Yinchun again. Zhuge Xiuwen's face obviously improved a lot.

Ye Yinchun looked at everyone and said softly: "Do you think that the music rhythm of the literary test is quite inappropriate?" ”

There was silence in the audience, in fact, everyone did have this kind of thought. I think this meeting of ten people is a once-in-a-decade conference, and it is an important stage for the world's first door to select young talents. His literary examination should test the way of governing the state, the talent of thinking and strategizing, and no matter how bad it is, it should also test poetry and verbal expression. The way of music and rhythm is a plaything skill, self-cultivation is acceptable, and it is too solemn? If everyone doesn't understand the rhythm of music and brags like that fat man, won't the competition become a child's play, and what kind of system will it be?

"Do you know what the essence of cultivation is?" Ye Yinchun asked.

No one dares to answer this question here.

In fact, she was not prepared for everyone to answer, and asked herself to answer: "The Tao is boundless, the ability to govern the world and the talent for argument are only a temporary phenomenon after all, although it is important in the world, but it is too narrow and superficial in cultivation." The foundation of human beings lies in human nature and human hearts, which is not only eternal and profound, but also hides the infinite potential of being able to perceive the origin of heaven and earth, which is much more important than that intelligence and intelligence. I have no talent, and my only ability is to know people's hearts with music. There is no high or low, beautiful or ugly in the rhythm of music, you can do it according to your heart. ”

Everyone understands something, but they don't quite understand it, but without exception, they all believe that Ye Yinchun can recognize people with sound.

"Next, Yanzhou, Ji Changfeng. Please come forward. Ye Yinchun's voice is always so gentle.

A cold young man from Yanzhou walked up to her and saluted with a fist.

"What's in it? Think you won't beat you if you pretend to be a cool sister for a while? Ah Kelian muttered quietly, causing the other two people in Yanzhou to look at each other angrily.

"Please choose an instrument." Ye Yinchun nodded and returned the salute and smiled slightly.

"I use drums, big drums."

"Is it okay to have an eight-foot war drum?"

"Okay, that's it!"

A huge war drum stood in the center of the circle in the blink of an eye. Drum racks, drumsticks are readily available.

Ji Changfeng glanced around, rolled up his sleeves to his upper arms, and picked up two thick drumsticks.

He closed his eyes and began to tap slowly with his left mallet. "Knock", "knock", like an audition, and like it has already begun.

"Put on such a big posture to see how you end up." Akelian's words once again attracted two murderous glances. It turned out that Ah Kelian saw that Long Yin and the beauty of Rongzhou met, but the three of Yanzhou had been peeking at the beauty, so they stepped forward at this moment and fought for their brothers.

"Knock, knock, knock......" Ji Changfeng knocked out more than ten single points in a row. At first, I didn't feel anything different, but from the fifth point onwards, one voice became deeper and deeper, and one voice became higher and higher. After ten drum beats, a magnificent, vast aura slowly emanated. After more than ten drum beats, everyone seemed to have seen a desolate and slaughtering ancient battlefield.

Ji Changfeng paused for three breaths, and the right mallet began to strike. "Knock, knock ......", obviously more dynamic, shorter segments. He struck faster and faster, more and more urgently, and the momentum of tension and urgency was about to come out. With the sound of drums, two armies of black pressure appeared at both ends of the sky of the ancient battlefield.

The drums of "Knock Knock, Knock Knock...... became rhythmic, like the neat pace of a large army marching.

"Boom!" The drums stopped, and the two armies were already facing each other, waiting for the order to attack.

Ji Changfeng raised the drumstick high with both hands, and then put it down suddenly. A deafening drum beat resounded throughout the island.

The battle began.

The next drum beat was impassioned and earth-shattering, like thousands of horses galloping, like swords and swords, and the momentum of pulling mountains and falling to the ground collided fiercely, making people wonder if it was the heavenly soldiers who went down to earth and the demon army who were released from prison? Otherwise, where would it be so imposing?

The drum waves came after another, and the fighting was splashed one after another. The ancient battlefield was full of corpses, the mountains were blood-red, tall chariots, mighty monsters, and wolf smoke in the sky. Ji Changfeng's eyes were red, his face was hideous, his hands were bulging, and his whole body was sweating.

He's red-eyed, he can't stop.

Everyone looked at him silently, surprised, emotional, and sympathetic. In any case, no one thinks he's just pretending to be cool anymore.

The drums had become irritable and chaotic, and the battlefield had disappeared, except for a young man with a terrible look who was beating the gongs and drums desperately, and the gongs and drums were about to break, just like the drummers.

"Zheng!" Suddenly, a guqin sounded, although it was only plucked one string and one tune, but the intention of concentration permeated the audience. Ji Changfeng, who was referred to by the sound of the qin, shook his whole body and sat on the ground. The anxious Yanzhou elders and companions quickly stepped forward to help him down.

Zhuge Xiuwen, who was dressed in a blue dress, sat behind a guqin. Said quietly: "Lord Bishop, my name is Zhuge Xiuwen, if I am not mistaken, I should be the next to play, can I use my guqin?" ”

"Absolutely! One thing you can rest assured is that whether you borrow or bring your own, I have my own judgment on the sound that is detracted by the instrument. Ye Yinchun's words are always so confident, but they are convincing.

Hearing the conversation between the two, everyone knew that it was Zhuge Xiuwen who saved Ji Changfeng, who went mad. For a while, the voices of discussion came and went.

"Thanks to her, otherwise Ji Changfeng wouldn't know what would have happened."

"What a powerful piano, one tone is settling!"

"It has the momentum of Zhuge Kongming to scare off Sima Zhaonan's million-strong army on the empty city with a guqin!"

Ji Changfeng, who was on the end, turned around with difficulty when he heard this, barely squeezed out a little sincerity on his indifferent face, and said in a low voice: "Thank you girl for saving your life!" ”

Zhuge Xiuwen said lightly: "It's serious, follow the way, don't mention it again!" ”

Everyone couldn't help but raise their evaluation of this peerless beauty by a few points again.

Zhuge Xiuwen stroked the body of the piano and said slowly: "The name of the piano is Empty City, and the title of the song is "Why?" ", self-created songs, playing and singing together, humiliating and listening! ”

Slender white fingers began to caress the strings.

The sound of the piano is euphemistic and continuous, like a mountain spring winding in the valley, moistening the vegetable garden by the river, and like a spring breeze blowing gently in the mountains, blowing green the fruit trees on the mountain. Everyone is already in a beautiful and beautiful valley, isn't this the place where you can grow old with your lover in your dreams?

The piano notes were slightly gentle, and the soft singing began to sound:

The mountain spring feeds fresh vegetables,

The spring breeze is green.

bamboo shoots and bamboo forests,

Mountain peony surrounds strange stones.

Drizzle hits plantains,

The sound of frogs should be bright moon.

You like me to be happy,

You are sad that I hurt myself.

All things are beautiful because of you,

All beauty is king.

The piano begins to tremble, and the singing is heartbreaking:

It's hard to look back, the years are gone, and people are left alone,

With whom do the words of the heart speak now?

It's hard to be peaceful, it's hard to chase,

Reluctant, like the roar of the pine wind.

However, the strings are relieved of sorrow, and morning and dusk are often accompanied.

Bitterness and happiness always stay together, and the wine awakens people and scatters the aftertaste.

In the dream, with the king's hand, wet clothes and tears.

Why know you? I have to break my intestines with this coal.

Why know you? I have to break my intestines with this coal.

Long Yin didn't know what happened to the two of them, and at first he thought that Qin was writing the scene, and then he heard that Fang knew that he was complaining. At this moment when we should have been together, the girl's lovesickness was like the water of the sea, but it was already vast and I didn't know where the end was.

I couldn't help but look at the sky with tears in my eyes, and endless thoughts surged in my heart. It is in response to the sentence "I don't know the meaning of the song when I hear it at first, and I am already a person in the song when I listen to it again!" ”

The sound of the piano has been broken, the singing has been extinguished, and the needle drop can be heard in the field. However, since ancient times, love words are the most heartbreaking, only teaching men to stare infatuately, and women wet their clothes with tears.