The voice was covered with an extremely short voice, and I couldn't hear the specifics for a moment, but I just subconsciously felt familiar, and I didn't know if it was an illusion. Qin Yi didn't have the heart to think about that at this time, the eyes of the entire hall were looking at him......

An An felt that if he was standing and being watched by a group of people like this, he might be soaked in cold sweat, but Mr. still stood there quietly, his figure was tall, his eyes were calm, and he didn't feel the slightest panic at all.

The prisoner looked a little strange, and after looking at Qin Yi for a while, he muttered in a low voice: "Father's blood...... It's faint though...... Where did it come from?"

Qin Yi said with a smile: "If the king is interested, we will talk about this matter in detail later?

The prisoner Niu smiled: "Reasonable." ”

Everyone was stunned.

That's it?

It doesn't matter if he doesn't kneel?

Prisoner Niu said lightly: "People from Shenzhou do not follow the rites of the sea. The blood of God the Father does not worship the body of the offspring. Sit. ”

The tense atmosphere was instantly relaxed, and even the voices of some people holding their breath could finally be heard.

The power of no phase, the power of the king, even if it doesn't show anything, it can naturally make the subordinates extremely depressed. I really don't know how this Shenzhou man can talk with a relaxed face......

But these two sentences made Qin Yi's impression of this fat house cow instantly improved countless times, a very reasonable house, not a blessing, not bad. It's okay to make friends afterwards and exchange your thoughts.

He sat back and waited for the concert to begin.

An An quietly tugged at his sleeve and said in a low voice, "Sir, you...... It's bold. ”

Qin Yi smiled: "I admire you even more, a house that is so easy to talk to, you can be angry with you rolling the pillar at the beginning, and you are no one." ”

An An was extremely embarrassed, and after holding back for a long time, she asked a little curiously: "Mr. has really never knelt down?"

Qin Yi said: "Yes." ”

An Anqi said: "When?"

Qin Yi looked at the front expressionlessly: "When I was in bed with your master." ”

"Phew. An An blushed and stopped talking.

But I heard an old turtle on the side of the throne speak: "The king's music party is held every few years, and everyone is familiar with the rules, so I won't go into details." It's still the old rule, everyone plays music in turn, as long as it's music-related, whether it's musical instruments, singing, dancing, or all kinds of coordination. Or show skills, or have new ideas, not demanding, and no ranking. There is only one thing, not perfunctory. ”

Qin Yi nodded when he heard this, this is indeed a love for music, just for music, and nothing else. What I imagined before was to let the hundred tribes flatter, or to wronged others...... At least that's not what people intend to do, just to enjoy the music of all ethnic groups. Of course, for all ethnic groups, there is a desire to flatter, and secretly there is also competition with each other to win the favor of the king, which is another matter.

Like An An turned into a rolling pillar, it is obviously regarded as "perfunctory", and it is not surprising that it angered the prison cow...... People don't ask you to perform well, even if you are familiar with rehearsals, you shouldn't step on your skirt and roll down, rehearsals are not rehearsals, isn't it perfunctory......

God knows that An An is really not perfunctory, just that virtuous. I just don't know if my performance will be normal this time after my own open clam shell special training......

The various ethnic groups are already performing in turn.

The first to appear are the snail girls, who are especially confident in this regard.

Qin Yi also felt that their conch sound was really good, and their skills were extremely superb, almost like Dao. It's just a pity, only with conch, or it's monotonous, like yourself who haven't heard it a few times will feel very good, but like a prison cow listening to you blow for tens of thousands of years, what else does it feel?

Sure enough, the prisoner cow was crossed on the chair, and the dragon head leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes and listened.

didn't show any performance, and when the snail girl finished blowing, she still bowed her head and said: "Yes, there is a reward." ”

The snail girl happily followed the old turtle to receive the reward, but she didn't know what the reward was. Then the familiar Kraken began to sing.

Singing can actually express more things than a single instrument, and the Siren's singing voice is a world-famous bull fork, and they are top singers in any era, but unfortunately they are still lacking.

The song of the Siren, inclined to temptation, or mournful, sorrowful, and so on. A better image is also longing, quiet, vast, this kind. You don't expect the Kraken to sing any ode to joy, and it's hard to expect to sing any splendid rivers and mountains and the like, these properties are not the same as the Kraken at all.

Although there are many races in the sea, after tens of thousands of years, their things are really tired of being heard by prison cows.

With the completion of one group after another, Qin Yi's heart settled down a lot. He and An An play together, and the technique may not be enough, but the imagery of the double butterfly dance between the flowers is indeed lacking in the sea, and it can definitely be useful. There is no need to regard this performance as a performance, in this atmosphere, the meaning of learning from all ethnic groups is stronger, and it is obvious that after entering the atmosphere, others are also a kind of competition.

After such a long period of cultivation, in fact, most races themselves have a hobby of music in it, not to mention the prison cow, and others are also looking forward to what new products each race has. Since there is no ranking, there is no tearing, once you enter the atmosphere, this is completely a music exchange meeting of various ethnic groups.

It's just obvious that the prisoner's expression is getting more and more disappointed, and he almost begins to sigh.

Everyone's level is not unintelligent, and it's not that they don't care, but they're really tired.

A wisp of flute floated slowly, as if the mountain breeze was blowing, the fresh fragrance of flowers was faintly dispersed, and there were birds singing in the air.

Just the first note aroused everyone in the audience.

Everyone turned their heads to see where the flute sound came from, and saw the man in green clothes who was not kneeling just now, standing up again, the flute was on his lips, the notes were sent lightly, and his bearing was leisurely and dusty.

There is a butterfly passing through the flowers, flying up and down, cheerful and leisurely.

Hearing this flute sound, the prison cow couldn't help but turn his head, as if to see who was behind, and after turning halfway, he endured it again, his eyes were very surprised.

This technique is the whole music theory and the people behind the screen...... Exactly the same thing.

Another flute sounded, and another butterfly chased after him. An An began to reconcile.

"fluttered" and planted into the flowers.

Qin Yi's cheeks twitched.

Everyone: "......"

Prison Cow: "......"

An An's face turned red, and he glanced at Qin Yi's expression in a bit of panic. Qin Yi shook his head slightly, signaling that there was no need to be nervous, and the flute sound became more and more gentle.

It's as if the butterfly flying on the flower stretches out its wings and pulls the one that falls.

I pulled it, but I didn't pull it up, and the butterfly was still rolling under the flowers.

"Poof...... someone laughed.

The prisoner cow also laughed, this is An'an...... Last time I came to roll.,Is this time to sell cute?

But in any case, it still brings unprecedented novelty to it.

Very interesting flute sound, even if the butterflies are rolling, it is fun.

Seeing that the prison cow was not only not angry, but laughing, he calmed down a little, and his courage gradually grew a little, and his behavior was much more normal. I have to say that the recent training of opening the clam shell is still very useful, and her acceptance of onlookers is more than one level better than before, and her mentality has calmed down so quickly.

The big butterfly above drilled down the flowers, stretched out its wings to the little butterfly again, the little butterfly got on it, and flew out happily, two butterflies danced on the flowers, and the cheerful and lively bird song and flower fragrance sprinkled all over the hall.

In the joy, the hidden feelings gradually rose, and the little butterflies chased the big butterflies with attachment, flying around them, and they were reluctant to give up.

The prisoner cow listened to it rightly, and the love in this music has already been tasted, which is very good...... was having fun, but suddenly felt a murderous aura coming from behind him.

The prisoner cow blinked and didn't say anything.

The song is coming to an end.

The hall applauded like thunder.

It's not how clever the performance is, in terms of skills alone, it's inferior to everyone, An An is just passing at most. However, this kind of fresh butterfly dance in the mountains is completely different from the imagery of various ethnic groups in the sea, and it really brings unprecedented novelty to everyone.

Listening to the applause around him, An An was very happy, looking at Qin Yi beside him with a smile, his eyebrows gentle.

But Qin Yi's face froze at this time, and he forgot to put down the flute on his lips.

Just now, I felt a murderous aura, a very familiar murderous aura, just like ...... It's like ......

At this moment, there was a sound of gnashing teeth from behind the screen: "I know that the little girl, the flute skills are not as good as ten years ago, if compared with yourself, you have regressed into the mud! This music, the worst is this song! Hurry up and drive them out, I feel upset!"

Qin Yi's face turned green.

The prisoner Niu stretched out a pair of small short hands, touched his chin and looked at Qin Yi, and said leisurely: "Maybe you all think that this concert is the practice of this king...... In fact, this meeting is specially organized for this Wang Shangqing, so that she can collect the voices of hundreds of tribes. So...... Since she said so......"

The feathered guards who were supposed to fork people out looked at each other and didn't know what to do.

"Wait, wait a minute!" Qin Yi shouted: "Senior sister, listen to my explanation!"