"Isn't Gongzi Qin half curious about the Long River Chanting?"

"I can't ask for it!" Qin Shi knew that he really wanted to give it a try, and he was ecstatic, and immediately ordered someone to set the piano.

Tuning and trying the strings, Chu Tao moved his fingers slightly, and smiled at Qin Shi: "Thousands of miles roll up the angry waves, and a sword will determine the future." The bold words are accompanied by magnificent songs, expressing heroic aspirations, but they cannot express the vicissitudes of heaven...... Thinking that the composer is determined to end the troubled times, Jingping all over the world, no matter what, I can't imagine that although the world has changed today, it will disturb you and me for this song. There is no vain disaster of soldiers. ”

"Is it really Zhou Gongjin's song? Chibi burns the river, laughing at 800,000 male soldiers?"

Chu Tao changed the topic and said: "This song is murderous, if your subordinates are not careful, look at Qin Dashao Haihan." ”

"Joke, Qin can still let Silk String take his life?"

"There are really people who kill people with this song......"

Qin Shi was shocked.

Chu Tao only closed his eyes and gently stroked the silk strings. A string of crisp sounds like rings jumped up, like a trickle, like a dripping spring. Suddenly, a hundred turns and thousands of times, the water is like love silk, and the love flows with the water, not stopping. The soft intestines are tactful, like the words of the warbler and the swallow.

Qin Shi was fascinated by the sound of the piano, and couldn't help but close his eyes and revel in it. Imagine the vast blue waves, the open artistic conception of the sand gulls soaring. The fragrance of tea and the beautiful song are combined, and the fingers of the piano stroking are like dancing, exhaling Ruolan, which is already wonderful. The sound quality of this piano is pure and elegant, which is in line with the tone of this song. The dissonance of the piano that he was worried about before did not appear at all, and he secretly admired Chu Tao's control of the strings, which was already at its peak. You have to listen to this song, and this life is in vain.

I suddenly heard the strings tighten, and the sonorous sound rolled in like an endless tide. Qin Shiwen's color changed, and he was sitting in a precarious position, but he saw Chu Tao's eyes blazing, like burning stars, and the knuckles that stirred the silk strings flew between the strings, so fast that people couldn't see clearly, and his proud demeanor made people suspect that the hands were not manipulating the strings at all, but manipulating the weapons.

Weapon?Qin Shi was startled by the flash in his mind.

Before he could calm down, in the blink of an eye, the wind rose in the room, and all the piano stands and tables trembled slightly. The sound of the piano rumbles like a tide, and a wave is like a wave. For a while, there were thousands of sails in my ears, and hundreds of boats were bustling. The sound of surging oars, the sound of sails in the wind, the rumbling of drums, the sound of whining horns and the sound of weapons and armor striking the planks of the ship reverberated endlessly, and even the sky was suppressed, as if returning to the ancient battlefield where the flag covered the sun. Qin Shi was slightly unable to sit still. But Chu Tao added fuel to the fire like a wind on his sleeves.

Under the strings, the spears are vertical and horizontal, the sound of knives and axes, swords and halberds, and the sound of bows and crossbows tear apart the solid shield armor, and the heart is boiling, the blood is crimson, the armor is crimson, the flag is crimson, the river, the moon, the clouds, and the sky are all burning with fire.

The string light flickered loudly, lighting up with layers of murderous aura.

Qin Shi was startled, after all, he had been involved in the rivers and lakes for many years, and when he saw that the situation was wrong, he immediately turned around and rolled up his white robe, shook out a gust of wind, and then took a few steps backwards. Boom, like the sound of wind and wind colliding violently in the air and exploding. Chu Tao's eyes only had a gloomy look in them, and he closed them slightly. I saw that the pottery cup on the table was actually cut out of the Dao crack by the string light. The killing intent actually permeated Si.

Could it be that Chu Tao had bad intentions? Just as Qin Shi was hesitating when he raised his knife, he only heard the sound of the marrow echoing like a bell and drum, long and long, but it was full of fateful pathos. The halberd was cold and silent. The sound of the piano faded like this, faded away, and was never heard again.

Stopping the strings, Chu Tao's face was as white as a piece of paper. Drops of crystal sweat rolled down Yingting's forehead, dripping on the silk strings, clanging, tinkling. He closed his eyes, frowned, and was silent as if exhausted.

Qin Shi knew that it was the end of the song, and when he came back to his senses, he felt that his feet were weak. The long afterglow still lingers. It seems that the fight is still within reach.

Chu Tao's mournful voice echoed in the room in a low voice:

"Ten miles of brocade sails, one hand to turn the tide. Burning ambition, wind and dust, looking forward to merit and fame.

The destiny of heaven is clear, and it is difficult to dream of the country. Only mourn today, the past sinks, and the water is not on the railing. ”