Chapter 280 Qingyun Fei Gathering Immortal Palace Hanging River
For a moment, Bian Yujing couldn't help but start humming.
A pair of beautiful eyes looked at the neatly arranged small regular script on it, like a knife and axe, full of awe-inspiring sword intent, but the wording was so euphemistic and graceful.
Just a few crosses made Bian Yujing feel immersed in the scene, as if he were feeling it, and he sketched a moonlit scene in his mind.
"When will the bright moon come? I ask the blue sky for wine, but I don't know the palace in the sky, what year it is now..."
Bian Yujing arranged the tune according to the feeling in her heart. Gradually, she forgot where she was. Oriole Mingcui's voice, wrapped in vitality sound waves, gradually sounded on the platform in the center of the river.
On the lotus platform, Yu Xuanji was playing while flirting with Yun Yang.
Yun Yang stands tall, with his hands behind his back and his chest raised, looking elegant.
Everyone else, regardless of gender, was once again immersed in the music played under the moon. After all, it was really rare to hear such music twice in this short period of time.
Ye Fan sat on the edge of the boat and poured himself a cup of tea, without any sign of being attracted by the sound of the piano.
At this moment, the tea cup in his hand suddenly stopped, his brows furrowed, and he suddenly looked at Jin Pavilion behind Yu Xuanji.
On the Qingtian Sect's painting boat, Yue Qingcang could no longer stand it.
"Return to the clan!"
A violent shout woke everyone up. They flicked their sleeves and Yue Qingcang stood up to return to the private room of the building and leave Yunhe.
"Um?"
But at this moment, he suddenly stopped and turned around, his ears trembling slightly.
Then, I was shocked.
"There are dozens of bright moons. I drink wine and ask the sky. I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky."
Just a question brings the listener into that world.
"I want to ride the wind over there, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places."
The second sentence makes people imagine endlessly, as if they are like an immortal in the sky, riding on the wind.
This Shangque alone, whether in terms of words or ideas, has already surpassed everyone.
The lyrics Yun Yang had written before were worthless compared to this.
And this word was transmitted by someone with a particularly beautiful sound wave, carrying another soul power, like a stormy wave, instantly impacting the eardrums and sea of mind of the warriors, making those who were immersed in the sound of Jade Xuanji Qin suddenly feel
I woke up with a start and was brought into another situation.
The traditional Yuexi poems are all short, sad, and sad in style. In contrast, this poem has suddenly changed. It has no resentment or hatred, and has a very high style.
The warriors who listened to these words clearly felt that their Qi sea was vibrating, and their souls jumped up and continued to soar.
"Xiaque is here! Sing it quickly!"
At this time, more and more warriors were attracted by this word and couldn't help but shout and urge in their hearts.
Ye Fan also drank a cup of tea, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and sighed.
Yue Qingcang turned around and stared blankly at the river. The sharp look on his face had disappeared.
This is the charm of poetry.
On the boat, Ling Tian, who was about to give up, suddenly raised his eyes, followed the voice, and suddenly saw a beautiful profile, holding a piece of paper and humming.
And the words he sang turned out to be the same words he had just recited for Yuxuanji Yuexia!
In the previous life, this word was called Shui Tiao Ge Tou!
It can be said that the Mid-Autumn Festival is the first word throughout the ages.
Ling Tian frowned slightly, not knowing why his inconspicuous words were chosen by that figure. Moreover, the water tune sung by this voice was different in melody from what he heard in his previous life, but in terms of artistic conception,
But it has already gained three points.
Although it was nothing more than this, it still made Qin Shaoyang beside Ling Tian intoxicated, and the old boatman behind him also stood aside blankly.
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Dance and figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world!
Turn around the Zhu Pavilion and look down at the Qihu. The light will make you sleepless.
There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of being happy when we say goodbye?
People have joys and sorrows, partings and reunions, the moon waxes and wanes,
This matter is difficult to complete in ancient times. I hope that people will live forever, and we will share the beauty of the moon even though we are thousands of miles apart.
By the time he sang the last line, Bian Yujing was already in tears.
At this moment, all the wind in the entire river has stopped.
The one that was rolled up fell and did not appear again.
Yu Xuanji didn't know when she was shaken out of the artistic conception of Yuexia Yin.
This is the impact between the soul and the soul.
Such a scene had happened when she was playing piano with the previous generation of the sect's piano master.
And this is the performance after defeat in terms of music.
She moaned under the moon and lost.
And it’s a brand new Yue Xia Yin after receiving the blessing of Yun Yang’s lyrics.
Slowly looking back, Yu Xuanji's face was full of surprise, and she wanted to be angry, but the words "I wish you a long life, and we can share the beauty of the moon together thousands of miles apart" made her suddenly sad.
Which girl is not pregnant, which woman has not fantasized about a lingering love, finding a lover, and spending the rest of their lives together.
When the last line was sung, everyone was moved.
Including Yu Xuanji and Yun Yang.
This is a state of mind, just like the mottos dropped from the nine heavens. It is far from worldly words and can be compared with it.
After singing the song, all the dancers on Yunhe felt sad and amazed.
"I can't believe that someone could write such a masterpiece!" Ye Fan sighed.
"This piece of music under the moon is a masterpiece. We, the others, can't compare to it!"
A look of shame appeared on Yue Qingcang's face, and he crushed the jade pen in his hand to pieces.
"Who is it? Who wrote this word!"
Unlike everyone else, Yun Yang was like a leopard on the verge of breaking out, scanning the surroundings coldly.
He was originally the protagonist of this moon-viewing party, and it was also the day when he and Yu Xuanji made their lifelong love affair. The two of them had already agreed on this scene.
But now, this month, Xia Yin has reduced his painstaking lyrics to nothing!
The connected visions of heaven and earth were all destroyed.
This is tantamount to a wake-up call.
All the attention was gone.
"Sister Yujing?"
On the Jin Pavilion, the female disciples of the Lingyin Pavilion all rushed to the roof, looking at the words in Bian Yujing's hand, and they were fascinated.
Bian Yujing shook her head, her thoughts still lingering, and she still had not broken free from the artistic conception. This time, she gathered her mood and started singing again.
Everyone's mind was swaying.
Seeing that Bian Yujing's singing sounded again, Yun Yang was shocked and angry, and he wanted to stop.
But at this moment, a sudden change occurred.
Yun Yang felt something in his heart and suddenly raised his head, only to see above the center of the river and under the moonlit night.
A palace with carved railings and jade walls is suspended in the sky.
There is no human habitation on it, and it is lonely and cold.
Hovering there, it's like a fairy pavilion, mysterious and extraordinary.
Wisps of blue clouds gathered around the palace from all directions, making it even more mysterious amid the mist of smoke.
This water-melody song lives up to Lingtian's expectations.
The vision happened again, even worse than before!
Exactly...
Green clouds gather together, and the fairy palace hangs over the river!