She forced herself to grab the words written by Ling Tian before Yu Xuanji, but after all, this was Yu Xuanji's place, so she couldn't be the first to do so.
"Well, thank you for waiting here. I'm going down."
Yu Xuanji smiled and flew down from the Jin Pavilion beautifully, her goose-yellow clothes flying up, like a fairy under the moon.
Sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform and receiving the guqin from the maid, Yu Xuanji endured the excitement and yearning in her heart, and moved her eyes away from the lyrics that Yun Yang had sent up, and randomly found a few that caught her eye.
While playing, he sang softly.
Poetry, calligraphy, painting, music, song and dance are all capable of stirring up visions in the heaven and earth.
But no matter who it is, there is no way to completely explain what conditions must be met to move the world.
But according to Yu Xuanji's experience, in terms of music alone, it must be exquisite in technique, then refined in content, and finally, it must move people and move people.
Only when all the above conditions are met can it be possible to connect heaven and earth and send down visions.
Therefore, if Yu Xuanji herself was not touched by these words, they would definitely not resonate with heaven and earth.
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Several words passed by, and there was no response from the heaven, earth, rivers.
Everyone held their breath and listened to Yu Xuanji's singing.
The warrior who was lucky enough to be selected by Yu Xuanji was almost crazy with excitement, but in the end when he found that there was no reaction from heaven and earth, he became dejected and turned pale.
"Qingyunmen, Ye Fan, chanting under the moon."
Suddenly, Yu Xuanji changed the next word and read out the source.
Although the others didn't react yet, there was a loud uproar on the Qingyun Gate's painting boat.
"Ye Fan! It's Senior Brother Ye Fan. Senior Brother Ye Fan's lyrics were chosen by Yuxi!"
A group of disciples almost started dancing, Qingyun Sect was finally selected by Yuxi, although it was not the senior brother Yang Lin who everyone expected.
"Humph, Ye Fan, you are always against me!" In the attic of Huafang, Yang Lin clenched his fists fiercely, "Don't blame me for being ruthless during the martial arts conference!"
The disciples of the Qingtian Sect also naturally heard the lyrics and compositions read by Yu Xuanji, and they were indeed no different from Yue Qingcang.
But Yue Qingcang's lyrics have not been selected for a long time.
The disciples of the Qingtian Sect were also dumbfounded for a while.
But soon, Ye Fan was only halfway through his words when he was replaced by Yu Xuanji because no vision occurred.
And what happened next was exactly what Yue Qingcang did.
"Hahaha, so what if you are selected? It's not useless! Qingyun Sect, you still want to become famous overnight? It's really ridiculous!"
The situation was reversed. In an instant, the disciples of Qingyun Sect seemed to have fallen from heaven to hell, and retreated into the attic in disgrace.
Ye Fan stood at the bow of the ship, shaking his head, unmoved.
Yue Qingcang sat on the big chair, clenching his fists, feeling the surroundings, hoping that the vision could be triggered.
Those who were selected by Yu Xuanji before were almost all talented disciples from various sects and prominent families, and few were from humble backgrounds. The most important thing is that his Ci was selected before Yun Yang, so if he succeeds this time
If it connects heaven and earth, it will suppress Yun Yang in one fell swoop.
Since then, the power of the sect represented by the Qingtian Sect is bound to double its morale.
Thinking of this, Yue Qingcang couldn't bear to look at it. He slowly closed his eyes and prayed silently in his heart.
But time passed little by little, but there was not a breath of wind blowing above the river.
Only the faint sound of Yu Xuanji's piano and singing echoed.
After half a word, he was just like Ye Fan before. He failed and was replaced by Yu Xuanji.
As if she felt that it was almost done, Yu Xuanji adjusted her mood and looked at the word that she had noticed in her heart for a long time. After just one glance, her mind was touched.
"Yunhou Mansion, written by Yun Yang, chanting under the moon."
"Recalling the moonlit osmanthus bush, the flowers are also in the cup, and the moon is also in the cup. Tonight, the same person is upstairs, the screen window is wet with clouds, and the screen window is wet with rain..."
The meaning of the words is euphemistic and the artistic conception is far-reaching.
Just when Yu Xuanji softly sang it, coupled with the beautiful and melodious sound of the piano, everyone felt as if they were actually there!
Ling Tian stood on the boat with his hands behind his hands, his handsome eyebrows slightly frowned.
He was extremely sensitive to music. He clearly felt that Yu Xuanji had never played the music seriously before, so how could she move the world?
But now when he arrived at Yun Yang's place, he suddenly became affectionate, which was clearly intentional.
In this case, wouldn't it be impossible for him to slap him in the face with that earth-shattering word?
Qin Shaoyang glanced sideways at Ling Tian, and couldn't help but sigh in a low voice. He understood that this time, it was really impossible to escape the ridicule of those in the Yunhou Mansion.
Sure enough, the situation that no one wanted to see happened still happened. Yu Xuanji just read a few sentences. Above the river, a storm suddenly rose, and pieces of dead leaves were swept up to the sky, and then fell down, like
Rain falls.
Many leaves enter the heart of the river!
The vision really reappears!
For a time, there was a sound of lamentation on the river, as if a collective heartbroken.
Yun Yang was already at the top of his game, and almost no one in the younger generation could match him. However, he suppressed even the poems that tested his talent and understanding in school. How could anyone live?
It was like an insurmountable mountain. In front of me, I could only look at it, but I could only sigh.
"Prince Yun Yang is too strong. It seems that he will surely win a dazzling place on the top list in this martial arts competition."
"Oh, that's natural. I heard that after the prince came out of seclusion, he went to compete with Dugu Wentian, who was on the previous ranking list. The two fought a hundred moves, and the prince Yun Yang was defeated!"
"Can you withstand a hundred moves from Dugu Wentian? This is too strong!"
Dugu Wentian was a disciple of the previous generation of the Qingtian Sect, and he was also one of the top contenders in the martial arts conference. His strength was unmatched by anyone at the time.
This can prove that Yun Yang has indeed reached his peak.
For a moment, everyone seemed to have lost their temper.
Bian Yujing lazily leaned on the railing and looked at the mourning young men. He smiled bitterly and shook his head. Then he looked into the distance. The man's frown made her feel slightly distressed. For a moment, Bian Yujing was a little drunk, leaning on Yurun.
He lowered his chin and looked at Ling Tian intently.
Suddenly, she thought of something, looked up into the air, and found the inconspicuous piece of paper. While Yu Xuanji was immersed in the sound of the piano, she reached out and took the paper in her hand.
"The bright moon... When will the bright moon come? Let me ask you about the wine..."
Bian Yujing just took one look and was instantly stunned.
In this world, there could be such beautiful lyrics, which made her immersed in it and unable to extricate herself!