But after hearing Chen Qing's words, everyone stopped and the banquet hall fell into silence.
After all, no one wants to be the first to test the waters.
They all want to see how everyone else is doing, and then go on stage and make a splash again.
"Ziqing, you played the guzheng very well that day, you should go up and show your skills!" Ye Qingyang said.
"I guess there are so many masters here today, I'm afraid my piano skills are not enough!" Yun Ziqing had a self-deprecating smile on her beautiful face, and then she asked Ye Qingyang: "Qingyang, do you know ancient music?
?”
"Know a little bit!" Ye Qingyang said.
However, at this moment, a man at the next table looked sideways and said with an arrogant expression:
"Stop whispering and making noise. Didn't you see that you are about to perform piano skills? Do you have any quality?"
Then, he glanced at Yun Ziqing, with a greedy look on his face.
Her eyes swept over Yun Ziqing's body unscrupulously, and the obscenity was very obvious.
"What does our conversation have to do with you?" Yun Wan'er had a bad temper and directly replied to the person: "Also, take your eyes back, what are you looking at?"
"What's wrong with me, Song Hui, looking at you a few times?" The man glanced at Yun Wan'er, then glanced at everyone, with a hint of contempt in his eyes: "Oh, who do I think I am? It turns out to be the Yun family!"
Song Hui's tone was very contemptuous, and he didn't take the Yun family seriously at all, as if he was full of ridicule and contempt for the Yun family.
"Song Hui, pay attention to the attitude of your words!" Yun Wan'er said angrily.
At this time, Yun Ziqing whispered in Ye Qingyang's ear: "This Song Hui is the leader of the third generation of the Song family in Jiangzhou and a master of internal strength. Last year, my third uncle participated in the selection and was defeated by him. He
He beat my third uncle until he vomited blood and had to lie in bed for two full months!"
"That's why sister Wan'er is so angry when she sees him."
"However, I see that Song Hui is full of energy and his momentum is stronger than last year. I estimate that his cultivation this year will be even better!"
At this time, Song Hui was staring at Yun Wan'er's turbulent breasts, looking at it greedily, and said in a dirty mouth: "Miss Yun has a really good figure, why don't you give me her contact information, in private?
The two of us, let’s find a quiet place with no one around and compare some martial arts skills! Hehe!”
"Presumptuous!" Yun Wan'er's pretty face flushed with anger and she cursed, "What a shameless person!"
"Hey, hey, it's so impolite for Miss Yun to talk like that!" Song Hui said: "I know, I beat your dad to the ground last year, and you have always been resentful about it, but you can't blame me for that.
Please be merciful, your father is too careless in beatings!"
"you......"
Yun Wan'er stood up and was about to rush over in anger.
"Wan'er!"
Ye Qingyang stopped Yun Wan'er with one hand.
He looked at Song Hui in front of him. This man was indeed a master of internal energy. He had fifteen channels of true energy condensed in his body, four more than Zhao Ziying. He was a warrior close to the master of internal energy.
He seems to be only about thirty years old. To be able to achieve such an achievement, in the eyes of ordinary people, he is like a god.
However, in Ye Qingyang's eyes, this kind of cultivation is worse than garbage.
"Friend, if you speak rudely again, I will cut out your tongue!" Ye Qingyang whispered.
Use the gentlest tone and say the harshest words.
"Yes, cut off his tongue and feed it to the dogs!" Yun Wan'er said harshly.
Ye Qingyang's move suited Yun Wan'er's taste, which made Yun Wan'er feel very relieved.
"Boy, what the hell do you do?" Song Hui gritted his teeth and stared at Ye Qingyang: "You have the guts to say what you just said again!"
"Why, do you have something wrong with your ears?" Ye Qingyang smiled softly: "Listen carefully, if you dare to speak rudely to the Yun family again, I will cut out your tongue!"
As soon as Ye Qingyang said these words, everyone felt bad.
"Who is that person? He is so loud, how dare you argue with Mr. Song?"
"That kid should be from the Yun family, but there haven't been many powerful people in the younger generation of the Yun family in recent years. He's probably here to kill someone!"
"Last year, Young Master Song beat the youngest member of the Yun family so hard that he couldn't take care of himself. I guess with this year's performance, if he gets into the ring, he will probably beat the Yun family to death!"
...
Song Hui here is furious and is about to get up!
"Yeah! I want you to have a taste now..."
However, at this time, an old man from the Song family beside him pulled him and said:
"Don't make any noise, the third child is going up to perform! Don't ruin the atmosphere!"
Song Hui gritted his teeth and glared at Ye Qingyang fiercely, then withdrew his anger and said with a sinister smile:
"Humph, if it weren't for my third brother to perform the piano art, you would be a cripple now! However, the days are long, and I will have many opportunities to deal with you in the future. Today I will ignore you and let my third brother play a good song!"
After saying that, he turned his head and looked at Song Ming, the third young master of the Song family, expectantly.
At this time, Song Ming, the third young master of the Song family, raised his hand and said, "Miss Chen, I know a little about piano skills. Can you go up and try to play a piece?"
"Of course! Please!" Chen Qing stretched out her hand.
As she waved her hands, her true energy was revealed, very powerful.
Ye Qingyang's eyes lit up.
This woman is actually a master of internal energy with twenty channels of true energy, and is about to approach the peak of internal energy.
No wonder these people are afraid of the Nangong family. Even a young lady’s assistant is a master of internal energy. It seems that this family is full of talents!
At this time, Song Ming stood up and came to the guqin with everyone's attention.
The Song family was so excited that they couldn't even blink their eyes.
If Song Ming can impress Nangong Aoxue with one song, then the Song family will soar to the sky.
Soon, Song Ming sat next to the guqin.
"Third brother, keep your mind occupied and concentrate on playing!" Song Hui warned with a trembling voice.
"Brother, can third brother do it?" a Song family member asked.
"Nonsense, can't we let the third brother go? The third brother has specialized in ancient music, and has also obtained the national second-level piano player certification, and even won an award in the city competition!" Song Hui said.
"Oh, that's great!" the latter said, "I just don't know if the third brother can impress Miss Nangong and bring glory to our family!"
"It's definitely possible!" Song Hui vowed.
At this time Song Ming began to play.
A song "Goose Falling on the Flat Sand" came out melodiously from the strings of the piano.
The melody rises and falls, continues, is beautiful, and the tone is quiet, but there is movement in the silence, which is fascinating.
It has to be said that Song and Ming still have two skills, at least their Guqin playing has reached a professional level.
There was silence in the banquet hall, with everyone listening attentively, occasionally nodding, and occasionally thinking thoughtfully.
But more people had a look of jealousy on their faces.
They were all afraid that Nangong Xue would be impressed by Song Ming's music, and if he got there first, they would lose the opportunity.
The Song family, on the other hand, looked proud.
Song Hui, in particular, moves his head and head along with the melody very leisurely.
Finally, the song is played!
Song Ming took a deep breath and looked expectantly at Chen Qing, who was sitting in the main seat:
"Ms. Chen, I wonder if this song of mine will satisfy Miss Nangong?"
