"Xiaofan, you must practice well." My father said seriously.

"clank……"

"Why?" Zhuo Bufan tried hard to play the piano, and asked seriously.

"Yeah." My father thought for a while before looking up, he said, "It's great to play the piano, I'll pick up girls in the future. I remember that this was how my mother got her hands on it."

"I'm asking for a beating! What are the devil talking nonsense?" A pretty female voice came.

"Help!" My father ran away with his head in his arms...

The piano sound was high, sharp, and roaring. Although the tone was constantly changing, it was full of joy and happiness. It was like a big wave surging, and sometimes violently and deep, just like listening to the spring on a rainy night. A hot current suddenly surged into the sky uncontrollably, and couldn't help but make a loud sound.

"ah!"

...

"Well!"

"What's going on!"

Everyone in the hall was immersed in Zhuo Bufan's piano music, unable to extricate themselves, and even felt that they could not see or hear things outside. Although it was only a short time, they seemed to be immersed in a wonderful enlightenment, and the little Taoist priest's voice disturbed everyone's wonderful feelings.

Everyone who woke up looked at each other. At that moment, they seemed to have their souls left their bodies. It was like looking at the world from the sky, the clouds and mists gradually spread out, and there was a feeling of clearness in the scenery, but it was destroyed by a random tremolo.

Until this time, they still didn't know that the little Taoist priest made a mess, and they thought that Zhuo Bufan failed to press the wrong keys, so they couldn't help but feel a secretly regretful in their hearts that the rookie is a rookie, and some music scores are still not very familiar.

However, with this song, this rookie is absolutely extraordinary!

No one denied this.

"Smack it..."

The applause in the lobby was thundering again, but this time it was obviously much more violent than the last time.

"It's so good!" someone exclaimed sincerely.

"One more."

...

"It's good to play. This is the first time I have heard such wonderful music." The little Taoist priest forced a calm voice transmission, "I can't do Qingcheng..."

Before he could introduce himself, he was interrupted by Zhuo Bufan impatiently.

"Tianqing!"

The two short words choked everything about the little Taoist priest behind the Adam's apple.

Zhuo Bufan’s meaning is very simple. I am from Tianqing Sect, so don’t bother me!

Tianqing Sect, the second largest sect in the cultivation world! The little Taoist priest suddenly looked dissatisfied and quietly slipped away with the young people around him.

"I'm really useless. When I see that I can't do it, I will pull out the banner of the master to suppress people! I was shocked and slipped away in shame. It's such a waste. It's so embarrassing." Old Xu shook his head and cursed, feeling speechless at the words of the Taoist priest. What's wrong with the cultivation world now? Why are there always some people who are shameful about the scenes? Can such people also practice the truth? Isn't this a shameful face in the cultivation world?

Is it okay to be older than older people in the cultivation world? Young cultivators are all like this! Zhuo Bufan is too lazy to pay attention to the words of the little Taoist priest and pull out Chen Yuan's big flag to save trouble. If he really tells Mr. Xu's sect, he is afraid that he will scare others to death.

"Afan, I didn't expect you to play the piano so well! You are really a genius!" Mo Xiaoye jumped out excitedly and shouted. Seeing Zhuo Bufan's playing so outstandingly, Mo Xiaoye, as a musician, felt extremely excited.

"Tsk! This is not what he plays well, hum! The double-string duo! It's not my magical method! But the boy can learn from other things and lead the alchemy technique to the piano. It's a bit of a spiritual surname, but it's not a elm-wood lump." Old Xu explained.

Although Zhuo Bufan learned to play the piano when he was a child, he only had some skills and absolutely did not have the extraordinary skills he had just made. It was indeed Zhuo Bufan's inspiration to transform the alchemy technique into playing the piano. Because it was the technique of a cultivator, he naturally achieved unexpected results.

"Yes." Old Xu paused for a moment and suddenly said lightly: "Boy, your realm seems to have improved again! It should be in the middle stage of foundation building, right?"

"Old Xu, your eyes are still so vicious and annoying. Not bad. I feel a little bit like these days. Since the day when Weiming Lake came back, I feel that my realm has improved." Zhuo Bufan replied.

"That day of Weiming Lake! Haha, Afan, it must be that the music with Liu Dan that day, which led to this effect. It seems that Afan, you need to learn more music, have more contact with Liu Dan, and be harmonious with the zither!" Mo Xiaoye said happily. She was finally able to help Zhuo Bufan.

"Well, that's right, you need to have more contact!" Although the Ninja Huang had very few words, he could grasp the key points. He still refused to change his mind to Liu Dan.

"Hehe, if you are not a cultivator, don't say it randomly. That spiritual sound is indeed helpful to the stinky brat, but the most important thing is the effect of the soul bead." Old Xu smiled, as if he was very proud and explained to others, "Soul beads can help soul alchemists better restore their mental power, and even have a little effect of nourishing soul fire, and then they make a breakthrough under the stimulation of the spirit sound!"

"You know, the soul bead given by the old man in the Yun family is the best soul bead. It is not a soul bead formed by ordinary people after death, but a soul bead formed by spiritual power by cultivators and some demons after death. Of course, the power is different."

"The best soul bead?" Zhuo Bufan wanted to ask. At this moment, Meng Xinlan had already appeared in front of him and interrupted his question.

"Damn! Boy, you really know how to play the piano! Why didn't you say it earlier?" Meng Xinlan smiled and her eyes narrowed into a slit. She was happy. She didn't expect Boy Zhuo would bring her such a big surprise.

"How can you say it to a cow?" Zhuo Bufan teased with a slightly raised corner of his mouth.

"A cow!" Sure enough, Meng Xinlan did not respond.

"Puchi!" Su Xuehua couldn't help laughing.

Seeing this, Meng Xinlan woke up and cursed: "Boy, what did you say! Want to say that facing me is playing the piano against a cow?"

After the words were finished, Zhuo Bufan was about to dodge his ears while making a move. Fortunately, Su Xuehua spoke out in time to stop her.

"Xinlan, someone is here."

"Who?" Meng Xinlan looked back and saw several people rushing to Zhuo Bufan.

"Sir, I am from China Entertainment Company. Our company is very interested in Mr...."

"Sir, I'm Sohu Music..."

...

"Sir, I am the president of Dahua Music Company. Hello, this is my business card." The president of Dahua Music Company took the lead and immediately overwhelmed other competitors.

A veteran music company from Hong Kong is indeed qualified to suppress everyone!

**

"Little brother, are you interested in developing in Hong Kong?" After helping Zhuo Bufan to rescue, Huang Zhanlu said kindly. He is the president of Dahua Music and believes very much in his words to Zhuo Bufan.

"Sorry, I'm still a student. And I have no plans to develop in the entertainment industry." Zhuo Bufan politely refused.

"Student?!" Huang Zhanlu couldn't believe her eyes, "Art school?"

"No, I'm a high school student, senior high school student, I'm going to take the college entrance examination this year!" Zhuo Bufan said with a smile.

"Senior high school student?" Huang Zhanlu said in surprise.

But seeing Zhuo Bufan's appearance doesn't seem to be lying, and Zhuo Bufan's expression is very calm, as if he had heard his name, but he still acts coldly. He really doesn't intend to develop in the music industry, Huang Zhanlu couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

He looked at Meng Xinlan and Su Xuehua next to him again. When he saw Su Xuehua, Huang Zhanlu suddenly became stunned and then said, "Oh! So that's it! That's really a pity."

It seems that being able to be with the people from the Su family is not an ordinary person.

After thinking for a while, Huang Zhanlu asked again without giving up: "That little brother, did you make this song?"

Huang Zhanlu put his ideas on the music. Generally speaking, there are few pianists who can write lyrics and compose themselves! And the music is the core of the music! Huang Zhanlu grasped the core key in an instant.

"It's not me, it was done by a friend." Zhuo Bufan replied, and he also realized Huang Zhanlu's thoughts.

"Your friend is very talented, I don't know if you can introduce it."

"Sorry, my friend has passed away." Zhuo Bufan said, I don't know if Mo Xiaoye's current situation is considered dead, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it should be considered as true.

"I'm sorry! But I don't know if the copyright of this song is in your hands. I want to buy it and publish it. What do you think?" Huang Zhanlu could see that this song should now belong to Zhuo Bufan.

"Publishing! OK!" Zhuo Bufan couldn't help but agree after Mo Xiaoye's approval.

"Damn! In just a few words, it seems like this kid is going to get rich!" Meng Xinlan pouted and whispered, as if very dissatisfied.

"Haha! Bufan deserves such talent." Su Xuehua pursed her lips and chuckled. She saw that Meng Xinlan and Zhuo Bufan had a complicated relationship. She didn't look like ordinary boyfriends and girlfriends, but she was not a couple. She looked so strange.

Especially Zhuo Bufan, known as a charlatan, played a good piano, which makes people want to think deeply about it.

"Well, don't be crazy! This kid is not suitable for you." Meng Xinlan couldn't help knocking on her forehead when she saw Su Xuehua's look of drooling.

"Oh|! Where did you say it!" Su Xuehua looked at Zhuo Bufan like a cat with a stomp on her tail. Fortunately, Zhuo Bufan didn't notice it, so she grinned and said fiercely to Meng Xinlan.

**

Huang Zhanlu looked at Zhuo Bufan, who looked a little dazed, and wanted to wipe his eyes to see if he had an illusion. Is this still a high school student?

This is not a secular warrior who is here! It’s still a business tycoon possessed him, otherwise how could the price of the song rise again and again? I feel that it’s a bit outrageous. Even an international composer doesn’t have this price!

The most strange thing is that I finally agreed to him, am I still Huang Zhanlu? I can’t be his father, take care of him like this!

Huang Zhanlu looked at Zhuo Bufan incredibly, unable to believe his eyes.

Meng Xinlan and Su Xuehua, beside Zhuo Bufan, also looked at Zhuo Bufan with a stunned look on his face, as if they were the first time they met him.
Chapter completed!