Liancheng got up and said: "If it affects the playing because of the piano, it is really not beautiful, you should use this piano." ”

Everyone was a little surprised, it turned out that there was a difference between the two pianos. Doesn't that mean that in the piano fight between Miao Chongzun and James, Miao Chongzun is slightly superior, and there is a piano factor? Many people looked at Miao Chongzun's gaze a little subtlely. Victory is always offensive.

Did Miao Chongzun deliberately step on James and thus raise himself too high? Some people thought sinisterly in their hearts.

And the image of Liancheng is elevated in the hearts of everyone. Whether it is the means of listening to the sound and distinguishing the piano, or the humble demeanor of not wanting to take advantage of a little bit, it is admirable.

Miao Chongzun didn't get up, and said with a smile: "No need, they are all top-level pianos, with a slight gap, and the impact is not big." ”

Liancheng was stunned at first, and then felt a sigh in his heart, but he was treating others with himself. Liancheng thought to himself, in exchange for that he would definitely use that better piano, he didn't want to be taken advantage of, and he didn't care to take advantage of others. Thinking about it from Miao Chongzun's point of view, if he really changed the piano, it would seem stingy.

With Miao's arrogant nature, how could he make such a move.

There are so many people in the world who want to die to save face and suffer sin. Or maybe Miao Chongzun is very confident. But he was facing Liancheng.

"Are you sure?" asked Liancheng with a smile.

Miao Chongzun lit a cigarette by himself, his movements were elegant, as if he hadn't heard Liancheng speak, but the microphone clearly amplified Liancheng's words into everyone's ears. This blatant disregard made everyone look at each other immediately.

What a proud man. Everyone thought.

Liancheng lowered his eyebrows and smiled slightly. Everyone thought that Liancheng was hiding his embarrassment.

Miao Chongzun just lit the cigarette, then wrote it on the side of the piano and began to play.

Blues Jazz. Miao Chongzun learned from James, is this to play what he is best at?

Miao Chongzun's hands are like butterflies, extremely light, sliding on the keys, as if stroking. The notes that swirl from the keys are in the same vein as James, but they are different.

Both of them made the audience feel charming and emotional.

Under James's point, there are brothels all over America, those brothels that are luxurious, even the maids are beautiful.

But no matter how high-end the brothel is, it can't get rid of vulgarity and obscenity, and no matter how beautiful the women there are, they are all trains for everyone to take.

And under Miao Chongzun's fingers, it is the harem in the royal court, and all the women are around one person, more beautiful and more fragrant.

This evocative style of music is in a class of its own, invented by the founder of jazz, Michael Joseph Morton. As a family with the highest ancestral glory, the Morton family has not achieved much for hundreds of years, but this style of music has been passed down and carried forward to the extreme under James.

James' fingers are the pinnacle of this style of music.

In the previous piano fight between Miao Chongzun and James, many people have seen it, and the two are comparable. But looking at it now, Miao Chongzun seems to be hiding his strength.

Miao Chongzun is proud, and he does have the capital of pride.

Many men were disrupted and became short of breath, while women leaned against their companions, their eyes misty, and their faces flushed.

James stood up suddenly, looked at Miao Chongzun, raised his arm, and his hand with a huge diamond trembled in the air, as if he wanted to touch something, but the distance of dozens of meters was a long way in his eyes. James tried to lift his feet, but found them like they were filled with lead.

Qu Bad. The cigarette had been there, on the edge of the piano, half burned, but the ash was still hanging there, not falling, as if Miao Chongzun deliberately didn't want to let this perfect performance fall because of the sound of the ash falling.

When playing, Miao Chongzun's hand fluttered like a butterfly, and now he uses this light butterfly-like hand to pick up the cigarette, and when he picks up the cigarette, the ash still remains on the cigarette butt. Miao Chongzun put the cigarette under his nose, and the cigarette ash and cigarette butt were so neat and beautiful. Miao Chongzun sniffed it lightly, revealing an expression of enjoyment, and he didn't know whether to enjoy the smell of cigarettes, or to hide his satisfaction with his performance, after all, if he showed it directly, it would inevitably seem a little narcissistic.

Miao Chongzun gestured to Liancheng with his hand holding the cigarette, but the ash still did not fall.

Liancheng smiled slightly. Yes, very confident. Then he will slowly crush Miao Chongzun's self-confidence!

Liancheng's fingers fell. A string of notes floated out. Everyone was stunned, isn't this a prelude to Miao Chongzun?

The familiar melody unfolds.

At this moment, many people in Jingyuan felt very happy.

What is happiness?

Happiness is when you want to, you have paper in your pocket, and it's still at the door of the toilet; Happiness is a shredded meat on your chopsticks, and you don't eat when you order it, and someone just brings the meal; Happiness is when you make a payment, you suddenly find that you don't have a wallet, your mobile phone is out of battery, and then you just bump into a friend who has a very strong relationship.

Before Liancheng played, what many people wanted most was to listen to Miao Chongzun's performance.

Now, they got their wish, and they were fascinated.

It's exactly the same, if it weren't for the people on the field who have been paying attention to the movement, I really thought that someone had recorded Miao Chongzun's performance and played it again.

Perhaps because the cigarette butt was attached for too long, the ash finally fell to the ground due to gravity.

Miao Chongzun originally smiled slightly, looking relaxed, but at this moment, the smile on Miao Chongzun's face disappeared. Only he really knows what it means. Because what he had just played was improvised, he had never played before, and it was a so-called flash of inspiration. But Liancheng was completely restored, and not a single note was wrong.

It was Miao Chongzun's turn to play. Miao Chongzun looked serious.

Blues music poured out of the keys that would bring even the most stern, serious Germanic engineers to tears.

James and several of the black men on the court burst into tears.

Originally, the blues was a 12-bar song sung by early Indian slaves, but it gradually changed and developed. At this moment, Miao Chongzun's performance of the blues contains the sad experience of black people all over the world.

The few blacks on the field are the most empathetic.

The rest of the people didn't know much about these histories, but they felt the sadness in them, and everyone couldn't help but think of their own difficult years.

Several of the blacks, all musicians or musicians invited by the Miao family, stood up and raised their noses and applauded.

The applause grew louder and louder, cheering for Miao Chongzun's performance.

It's Liancheng's turn again. Perfectly restored without compromise.

Miao Chongzun finally frowned. It seems that he is very dissatisfied with not completely defeating Liancheng in two rounds.

"Hopefully you'll remember every note this time. Miao Chongzun said in a low voice.

Obviously, the microphone was of high quality, and it successfully captured the sentence and then amplified it into everyone's ears, and the field was extremely quiet, and the pin drop could be heard.

Miao Chongzun suddenly started playing. No, it's not playing, it's magic, it's acrobatics. Miao Chongzun's eighty-eight keys were all exerted to the extreme, and at a terrifying speed, there was not a single wrong note. Despite this, Miao Chongzun always maintained his elegance, and the muscles on his face did not move.

The pace is too fast. Like a torrential rain, like an iron rider protruding. It's like there are several people playing. What is the "Emperor of the Six-handed Qin"? There are more than six hands playing in front of him.

Everyone on the field only felt that the blood flow rate had increased.

It's not even music anymore, it's magic, it's witchcraft, it's beautiful and elegant. A miracle, not an exaggeration. A miracle.

The crowd was excited, and their faces were flushed with blood. The screams and applause, never seen before, were warm as if it was a New Year.

Chao asked, it is okay to die at night. Many people feel that even if the other experiences in their lives are combined, they are not as wonderful as this night.

Liancheng always smiled slightly. Is this a complete competition in technology? If it is a competition, Miao Chongzun may still have the possibility of winning, but ......

When the last note fell, Miao Chongzun closed the lid, then took out a cigarette and lit it.

The cheers and applause on the field continued, and it lasted for a long time.

After calming down, many people feel that their bodies are soft, as if they have fought three hundred rounds in bed.

Everyone was a little tired, and their eyes were full of sympathy when they looked at Liancheng. Is there anyone else who can surpass this kind of performance?

Qu Chengqing and his wife, Qu Xiaoxuan and Su Chengcheng and others looked worried.

The people who sat down with James all stood up, and there were all the most famous musicians in the world today, and their faces were full of excitement, as if they had seen a shining superstar rising on the world music scene.

In everyone's sight, Lian Cheng sat upright, motionless, as if he had given up. Everyone thought that Liancheng would open his mouth to admit defeat.

Liancheng spoke, and as soon as he opened his mouth, it was a provocative word.

"Why did you close the lid? Can't you play it after only three songs?" said Liancheng, pointing to the lid.

Everyone was stunned, and they still said such things at this time? Is it because the face is not hurt enough, right? Or are you joking?

Everyone affirmed that Liancheng was joking. It's just that the joke is too much... It's embarrassing.

Thinking that Liancheng was joking, the people who were extremely supportive of Liancheng laughed cooperatively, but after noticing the strange eyes around him, his smile froze.

"I don't think I need to play any more songs. The flawless smile on Miao Chongzun's face came back.

Everyone understands in their hearts, but Miao Chongzun has no need to play another song, because the outcome of this "exchange" has been decided.

In everyone's sight, Lian Cheng nodded in response and said, "Hmm." You really don't need to play a song. ”

"Hey—" Liancheng conceded defeat, and everyone sighed. In human nature, there is always sympathy for the weaker side. Now, Liancheng is the weaker side.

Miao Chongzun stood up.

Lian Cheng suddenly said, "Can you give me the cigarette in your hand?" ”

Miao Chongzun was obviously stunned, he didn't expect Liancheng to suddenly make such a strange request.

The people on the field were also puzzled.

Could it be that he was depressed and borrowed cigarettes to drown his sorrows? But why did he smoke cigarettes? Do he want to take them back and offer them?

Although Liancheng's request was a little strange, Miao Chongzun still handed over the cigarette in his hand.

Su Tingcheng looked puzzled. She remembered that Liancheng never smoked, and even had an aversion to smoking. She was only sure of one thing, Liancheng was definitely not going to smoke it. But for what?

It is true that Liancheng is very disgusted with smoking, but he is not disgusted with smoking itself, after all, everyone has their own way of life, has their own choices, and what they gain must be sacrificed, and he is disgusted by the kind of people who smoke themselves and promote smoking.

There is a sentence from Du Yuesheng circulating on the Internet - most people who don't smoke and drink alcohol are selfish people and generally can't be entrusted for life.

But Du Yuesheng's original words are - most of the people who do not smoke and drink are people who are strict with themselves, and they can generally be entrusted for life.

This is no longer a distortion, it is a complete reversal of right and wrong.

As a result, people who originally did not smoke were influenced by this theory, coupled with their own lack of deep understanding of tobacco, so they embarked on the road of smokers.

......

Liancheng took the cigarette from Miao Chongzun's hand, and in the puzzled eyes of everyone, Liancheng extinguished the cigarette and put it on the edge of the piano.

Then Liancheng spread his fingers and placed them on each of the ten keys.

The people around him were shocked at once, Liancheng did not admit defeat?

A burst of energetic rhapsody began.

Many people were startled by the sudden melody, as if the strings had been loosened and tightened.

It's so fast! That's everyone's first feeling.

Where is this one person playing, it is clear that many people are playing in an ensemble.

Everyone held their breath, stunned, like a group of superintelligent children.

Everyone remained silent.

An intense chord chord insonance began, even faster, with as if a hundred hands were playing, and above the keys were phantoms of hands with fingers bent into bows, and the piano seemed to be ready to burst at any moment.

The chord chord is over, and so is the performance of Liancheng.

There was no applause and no cheers.

Everyone was stunned.

This is no longer something that mortals can do. Yes, Liancheng is not a mortal, he is a monk.

In the maddening silence, Liancheng stood up, picked up the cigarette butt, leaned forward, crossed the keyboard, and pressed it to the strings.

The microphone prepared by the Miao family for this party has too strong a ability to capture sound.

The crowd heard a low "hiss" sound.

When the cigarette butt was pumped out, it was already on fire, and it burned perfectly.

Liancheng held the cigarette in his hand and held a candle in his hand.

Lian Cheng closed the lid with his other hand, stood up, walked a few steps, came to Miao Chongzun, and handed him the cigarette.

"You smoke it. I won't suck. Lian Cheng said with a smile.

Like most people on the field, Miao Chongzun looked shocked, and before he could recover from it, he took the cigarette from Liancheng's hand mechanically.

The flame on the end of the cigarette had been extinguished, and the cigarette had been half burned, but the ash was still hanging on the butt and had not fallen.

Miao Chongzun originally used his middle finger and ring finger to hold a cigarette, but at the moment he used his index finger and thumb, perhaps he was not used to using these two fingers to hold a cigarette, and the cigarette ash fell onto his upper.

This piano "exchange" is clear at a glance, without any suspense, and it is not an opponent at the same level at all.

The people on the field felt like a dream, Miao Chongzun's confident appearance when he closed the lid seemed to be still in front of him, and they also thought that Liancheng had lost, but they didn't expect the final result to be like this!

It's incredible!

At this moment, the night was deep, and the wind blowing from the sea brought coolness, and everyone came back to their senses.

The people near saw that Miao Chongzun's eyes were a little fanatical when he looked at Liancheng. Isn't this the way they looked at Miao Chongzun before?

Only Liancheng knew that Miao Chongzun was not looking at him. He heard Miao Chongzun mutter, "It turns out that a martial artist can be so strong?"