Chapter 205 The Seven-Emotional Saint (1)

A poem fell down, and in the south hall of the painting, the elegant birds were silent.

It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

After a long silence, everyone's eyes were on the woman with a fair face and slender figure.

For a moment, I didn’t know who started high-fiving first.

Then thunderous applause broke out.

Song Lanyi looked at Li Qingzhao. Li Qingzhao seemed to notice this gaze and turned around to look at Song Lanyi.

Their eyes met in mid-air, one with the curiosity and admiration of today's people, the other with the scrutiny and joy of the ancients.

Immediately, the two of them smiled slightly.

At this moment, the golden words of poetry and culture were floating in the air.

As the words form complete sentences, the words once again transform into visions.

In a vision, everyone seemed to have arrived in a deep courtyard.

Outside the house there was the rustle of the wind and the sound of raindrops hitting the sycamore leaves. The pattering of the rain was like a wave of clear sorrow, with slight ripples.

Seeing this scene, Luo Chenxiao on the stage seemed to be aware of it, and his brows were filled with sadness.

Under the influence of this melancholy, she could not help but play with the strings.

The sound of strings bursts, at first like a stone thrown into the lake of the heart.

After the music faded and the melancholy atmosphere gradually entered, she opened her mouth softly, "Looking and searching, deserted and miserable."

The seven sets of repeated words are perfectly integrated with the melody, adding a rhythmic beauty that is incomparable to the sound of the piano. It is not only catchy to read, but also has a sad and melodious feeling, lingering and depressed.

Then I heard Luo Chenxiao playing the strings with his hands, his eyebrows were stained with a touch of sadness, and he seemed to be talking eloquently, "It is the most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold..."

As the music gradually became louder, the entire Huanan Hall seemed to fall into a strange atmosphere.

Both Song Lanyi and others were immersed in the sound of the piano.

As Gong Shangjiao Zhengyu's notes sounded one by one, their moods also fluctuated.

Even this phenomenon has spread to the entire Gyeonggi region as time goes by.

For a while, even the busiest Western Market could only hear the sound of the piano.

By the time the song ended, Luo Chenxiao's eyes were already red, and her tone was slightly choked and broken, "The sycamore trees are becoming more and more detailed, and at dusk, bit by bit."

"This time, why is the word "chou" so special?"

The song ended, but the lingering sound seemed to linger three feet away.

Luo Chenxiao took out her handkerchief, wiped away the tears from her eyes, walked down from the stage, and bowed deeply to Song Lanyi and Li Qingzhao.

"Today, you two are able to walk out on the avenue of music. This grace will be something I, Luo Chenxiao, will never forget."

Until then, the crowd barely reacted.

But when they looked at this scene, they still felt a bit dreamy.

Luo Chenxiao had been studying the piano for more than ten years, but could not break into the music. Today, he was able to break through just because of Song Lanyi's poem.

Is it possible that...Song Lanyi is better than any panacea?

God knows what other peerless characters are in her big book!

For a moment, everyone looked at Song Lanyi with eager eyes.

Song Lanyi seemed unaware, but looked at the pale Yan Qingfeng with a smile, "Brother Yan, it's time for you to fulfill your bet."

Bet?

What bet?

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they remembered the somewhat absurd bet they had just made.

But... if they remembered correctly, the price for Yan Qingfeng's loss... seemed to be to blow up his own Duke's Mansion?

Yan Qingfeng was looked at by everyone with strange looks, and always felt a little uneasy.

He forced himself to hold on and smiled with difficulty, "I just remembered that I have something to do at home, so I have to go back first."

At this moment, Luo Chenxiao spoke without Song Lanyi opening her mouth.

Her expression was indifferent, but her words were extremely sarcastic, "Young Master Yan is such a noble man and forgets things so much. The bet we made earlier has been forgotten now. People who don't know may think that Mr. Yan has stage fright.

"

Zhang Ling was not so polite. He took out a long spear from somewhere, with a dazzling red tip, and pointed it directly at Zhang Ling, "If you were a man, I would blow up your house. If you were a man, I would blow up your house."

If you're a coward and don't dare to explode, then... I'll do it!"

Zhang Ling, a great guy, said what he said without even thinking about it.

Before Song Lanyi could stop him, the guy blurted out that he was going to blow up the Duke's mansion.

She was depressed for a moment.

When Yan Qingfeng heard this, his whole body relaxed and he looked at Zhang Ling with a half-smile, "Okay, go ahead and blow it up if you can."

As he spoke, he even crossed his legs and sat on the recliner, looking like he was having fun.

He looked like he didn't care.

Today he just doesn't fulfill his promise, so what?

The worst outcome is that Zhang Ling's tough guy really blows up the Duke's mansion.

But if he dares to blow up the Duke's mansion, Zhang Ling will be doomed sooner or later.

So, what else is he afraid of?

Just as the atmosphere was reaching a stalemate, a faint fairy voice came from the east.

He raised his head and looked out the window, and saw the auspicious light from the east thousands of miles away, the rainbow light appearing in the world, and a faint cloud of clear air floating in the air.

When the Qing Qi approached, everyone discovered that above the Qing Qi, there were two women with brilliant embroidery like concubines and fairies.

When Song Lanyi saw one of them, her eyes lit up.

Isn’t this the Hundred Flowers Saint?

Baihua Saint's eyes swept across the crowd, first resting on Luo Chenxiao for a moment, and then staring at the figures of Song Lanyi and Li Qingzhao for a long time.

In her eyes, there was a line of cause and effect between Song Lanyi and Li Qingzhao that was so strong that even a saint could not cut it off.

Moreover, Song Lanyi's body was even more hazy and obscure. No matter how she deduced, she could not know its future direction.

Only in the concealed past can one actually see bits and pieces of himself.

A bold guess came to Baihua Sage's mind. She widened her eyes slightly and looked at Song Lanyi, only to see Song Lanyi wink at her quietly.

Baihua Saint understood everything now.

She also winked at Song Lanyi, then pursed her lips and smiled, standing aside in silence.

Standing beside her was also a female saint.

Her facial features are not as beautiful as those of Baihua Sage, and her slightly upward fox eyes are not charming at all, but because of her black and white hair, she looks even more cold and mysterious.

Behind her, she carried a piano. The body of the piano was completely black, except for the strings, which were silver-white like the moon.

Her temperament has gone through many changes but still remains free and easy.

The female saint looked at Luo Chenxiao and said softly, "I am the Seven Emotions Saint. I practice the Seven Emotions Way and asked with the guqin. You are destined to me, are you willing to be my disciple?"

The saint preached and accepted disciples!

Such a vision almost alarmed the famous strong men in the entire Gyeonggi region.

The men and horses of the Qintian Prison hurriedly entered the palace and ran all the way to the Qianhe Palace.
Chapter completed!