Chapter 314: The Sound of the Flute Breaks the Devil
Chapter 314: The sound of the flute breaks the inner demon
"Young Master, I'm so impressed." Qingyin took a few steps towards Jian Chen's direction, and then said a blessing. Looking at Jian Chen again, this was the first time she saw someone being intoxicated by the sound of her piano for so long.
.Others may not know what this means, but she who plays the music knows it clearly. The longer you are immersed in it, the deeper your understanding is.
"It's definitely not a perfunctory word, but the girl's piano music is beautiful, and the artistic conception is far-reaching. It is deeply touching." Jian Chen said with a serious face, for fear that Qingyin would think that he was like those people, just to please beautiful women, Jian Chen naturally
He is not the kind of person who can't move his legs when he sees a beautiful woman, but he really got the benefits from it just now. Just the sound of the piano just now made Jian Chen's soul power significantly increase by one level, reaching the level of Lan Ling.
Upper-middle level.
"Haha." After hearing Jian Chen's words, Qingyin covered her mouth with her delicate hand and couldn't help but smile. She felt a trace of curiosity in the young man's heart. It was really funny. He seemed a little different from the people he usually met.
The beauty smiled, she was truly enchanting, everyone looked a little crazy, but there were also many people who did not forget to stare at Jian Chen with murderous eyes after watching Qingyin, which made Jian Chen feel a chill behind his back.[
"How about I give the girl a song in return?" Jian Chen looked at that beautiful face and a thought flashed through his mind. There was no trace of blasphemy, and his face was sincere.
"Oh, the young master also knows this meager skill?" Qingyin was a little surprised when he heard Jian Chen's words. He didn't expect that Jian Chen actually knew music. In the Sword God Continent, martial arts are respected, and very few people can practice this art of string music.
Technique, let alone a man.
Ling'er, Po Jun and the others were also dumbfounded. They had never heard of Jian Chen actually knowing such a small skill. At least in the year they knew each other, no one seemed to have heard anything about it. They couldn't help but look forward to it.
"I don't know the music of the piano, but I know a little about the flute. Please give me some advice."
Jian Chen took out a crystal clear green jade flute from the space ring. He moved the flute horizontally, and the soft and melodious flute sound sounded softly. The sound was very low, as if it was like a whisper in the ear, but this
The subtle sound spread out, and everyone could hear the flute sound clearly.
Those who wanted to laugh at Jian Chen for not overestimating his own abilities shut their mouths tightly before they could open their mouths. The sound of the flute actually attracted them all at once.
The soft sound of the flute was like a wanderer returning home in the dead of night. He couldn't bear to disturb the quiet little village, so he just walked gently into the long-lost courtyard. Looking at the all-too-familiar courtyard, he felt a surge of emotion in his heart.
sentimental...
What Jian Chen played was a guqin piece he often heard in his previous life, Hu Jia Shibapai. In his previous life, Jian Chen was an orphan and loved this guqin piece, but this time Jian Chen played it on the flute.
Although Jian Chen in this life has a family, his mother also passed away early, adding to the longing. The sound of Qingyin's piano just now ignited the emotions that had been locked in his heart for a long time, and now they were released with the sound of the flute.
Come out.
As the flute sounded, Jian Chen's heart seemed to be floating in the air. No matter in the previous life or this life, he didn't seem to have much sense of belonging to the world. Suddenly, he felt an unprecedented loneliness, and the flute sounded.
, everything was vented... At this moment, Jian Chen was so immersed that he forgot time and everything.
Fengyulou, which was cheerful just now, fell into a sentimental atmosphere. The ionic homesickness and resentment infected everyone at once. Many more sentimental people shed tears. The sound of the flute seemed to bring back the past in their hearts. .
Qingyin on the stage looked at Jian Chen infatuatedly. She had just gotten acquainted with Jian Chen, but with her study of music, she could best feel Jian Chen's state of mind at this moment. At this moment, she seemed to understand what was happening in front of her. This young man understands his loneliness.
The low whisper gradually faded away, like a subtle sound coming from the sky, following the fluttering white clouds. Gradually, the evening wind blew, and the white clouds accompanying the music of the piano were also dyed blood red by the sunset, and were dyed blood red by the evening breeze. The pieces were blown away, and the sound of the flute became louder at this moment, accompanying the sunset that was about to set, telling the pain of heaven and earth.
For a time, the sky above the entire royal capital was shrouded in eternal loneliness. Everyone who heard this song seemed to have a strange feeling, and the sadness in their hearts was also brought out.
I don't know when the corners of Jian Chen's eyes also brought some tears, which came from his heart. Without that sadness, he would not have blown such a low voice.
The loneliness and homesickness in my heart also disappeared with the sound of the flute just now. The sound of the flute also changed suddenly, and the sound of the flute that gradually faded away became clear again.
The rhythm of the flute slowly became faster, and the original sound of resentment slowly dissipated. Instead, the music was replaced by a sense of chilling and passion. Suddenly, a touch of horror flashed across many people's faces.
The melody of the flute suddenly had this mysterious feeling. At this moment, Jian Chen seemed to feel that he was standing on the top of a mountain, looking down at the peaks. The floating clouds were also floating in his eyes, and the long wind whistling by his ears seemed to The war horse roared, the gold and iron clashed, and a heroic feeling arose spontaneously, guiding the country.
Hearing this, even those women seemed to have blood in their chests. The sound of the flute was like the sound of gold and iron. It made people feel like they were on the battlefield, surrounded by enemies, but there was no trace of fear in their hearts. Meaning, as the sound of the flute rises, everyone's hearts rise with a sense of heroism that they can go alone even though there are tens of thousands of people.[
Jian Chen's eyes slowly opened, and he felt relieved for a while. He didn't expect that he had broken through the inner demon that had restrained him for a long time just now.
It was smooth sailing for Jian Chen to come to this other world, but Dugu, who did not belong to this other world, had always been a time bomb in his heart, but this bomb had been suppressed by the sword, but the flute just played Yin actually solved this problem, I have to marvel at it.
The sound of the flute stopped, and everyone looked around and found that everyone's eyes were full of faith, that undefeated faith. When they looked at Jian Chen, their eyes changed.
As a master of music, Qingyin's feelings are deeper than others. Jian Chen's flute sound may not be as good as his own, but his appeal, casualness and freedom are incomparable to him. If it were him, the style of this song would change. It was so big that it was absolutely impossible to play it. After a long silence, she asked: "What is the name of this piece?"
"Eighteen beats of Hujia, General's order." Jian Chen raised his head and saw Qingyin's expression. He was a little surprised and returned.
"Two pieces of music?" Qingyin asked in confusion. She couldn't believe that Jian Chen could connect the two pieces of music so seamlessly.
Jian Chen nodded and replied, "Two pieces of music."
Hearing Jian Chen's affirmation, Qingyin was stunned, lowered her head and said nothing, and pondered for a long time. Then her eyes showed a hint of clarity. She looked at Jian Chen and couldn't help but admired: "Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. My little sister admires it.
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Saying that, Qingyin bowed to Jian Chen. Today Jian Chen inspired her a lot, far beyond the purpose of entering the world today. As long as she goes back and realizes it, her own realm will be improved.
The sound of a flute suddenly shortened the distance between the two of them. Jian Chen was a little surprised when he heard Qingyin calling her his own name. Then he looked closely and realized that Qingyin seemed to be about the same age as himself. This made Jian Chen greatly shocked.
Unexpectedly, at such a young age, his knowledge in music was so profound. It was really remarkable. Jian Chen became more and more curious about Ming Yanlou behind Qingyin.
"You haven't asked the young master for his name yet?" Qingyin felt a little embarrassed when he mentioned it. He actually didn't even know his name.
"Jian Chen, you can just call me by my name." Jian Chen had something to hide and replied with a smile. Qingyin gave him a very good feeling. Just by the sound of the sound just now, he could tell that she was definitely not the Fengchen woman Hongying was joking about just now.
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Jian Chen? Qingyin frowned. She seemed to have heard this name somewhere. After thinking for a moment, an idea flashed across her mind. She then remembered that the champion of the forging conference who had been in the limelight these past two days seemed to be named Jian Chen. When she looked at Jian Chen's body,
Wearing clothes, Qingyin quickly concluded that they were the same person.
Zhong was even more surprised. Both music and forging require talent and are extremely time-consuming. They cannot be accomplished in a day. However, Jian Chen's achievements in both are actually top-notch. This makes him have a very broad vision.
Being tall, she also developed a hint of admiration for Jian Chen.
"What, it's Jian Chen." Everyone was dumbfounded. Such a handsome young man was actually Jian Chen, who won the championship two days ago. Looking at it again, Jian Chen's figure coincided with the figure in the forging competition two days ago.
At the same time, everyone's eyes at this moment include admiration, jealousy, and even more admiration.
"Can Jian Chen speak for a moment?" Qingyin invited.
"That's what I wish for, but..." As he said that, Jian Chen looked at Po Jun Hongying and the others around him, and gave an apologetic smile to Qing Yin.
"Since we are your friends, of course we can come together." Seeing this, Qingyin smiled slightly, looked at Pojun and the others below and nodded.
Hearing Qingyin's words, Po Jun and the others were overjoyed. They loved Jian Chen so much. If there weren't so many people, they might have picked up Jian Chen and kissed him. When they heard that they were going to take him up, Ling'er's face was filled with surprise.
The smell has eased a bit, but the eyes looking at Qingyin are still a little wary, as if she is afraid that she will snatch something away.
Following Jian Chen and others up the stairs, Qingyin also retreated behind the scenes. An old woman walked out, bowed slightly to everyone, and then said: "I'm sorry, Miss Qing has something to do, so let's end it today."
When the conversation stopped, the old lady also retreated.
A stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the people below immediately started to make a fuss, but soon became quiet, and a group of guards blocked the way up the stairs. These guards were all the strength of Fengyu Tower. After all, such a family business naturally has its own
To protect the power, each guard is a carefully selected soldier who has experienced the baptism of iron and blood on the front line of Yueling Kingdom.
A middle-aged man wearing iron armor walked out from behind the team, stared at these people with cold eyes, and then said coldly: "Please don't make any mistakes."
Hearing that sound, everyone seemed to have fallen into a hole in the ice, feeling cold all over. Those who originally wanted to cause trouble felt fear in their hearts when they saw the sword with a cold light. Although they were unwilling to do so, they had no choice but to retreat.[