Wu Feiyu frowned when she heard this. She had not joined this sad feast for a long time. The separation between life and death should be very profound for her. When she was a child, her grandfather's lineage was exterminated by her second grandfather's lineage, and she also became someone else.
If she hadn't been the possessor of the Gu instrument for cultivating voodoos, which could subjugate all the voodoos unconditionally, she would have died long ago with no trace left.
But for some reason, she couldn't express her sadness at all now. Not only could she not express her sadness, she also wanted to laugh.
Oh my god, something is really wrong with her. Wu Feiyu leaned on the table, covering half of his face, with a sullen look on his face. He had been thinking for a long time but it didn't work. At this time, most of the musicians started playing. If he delays any longer,
, one stick of incense is about to end.
She could almost predict that Mr. Qin Duzhen would comment on it as "a soulless music" when he came to her.
Wu Feiyu opened his fingers and looked towards Zhan Changfeng in the stands, only to see that she was not paying attention to her own clansmen, but was looking at another person. Following her line of sight, the beauty in red hugged Pipa and
Shu Mo was resting on his back, his expression was as cold as ice, but his eyes were soft, and he was stroking the strings, which made him feel a bit desolate. Tsk.
Zhan Changfeng was curious about how Bi Fang, a great demon with the power of a true king, managed to sneak in. Suddenly, he heard Wu Feiyu, who had been stunned for a long time, playing his flute, but the sound of the flute...
"It's so fun to ride a horse, it's like playing life and death with your mortal enemy!"
"Are you here to cause trouble? Is this a separation between life and death?!"
When the monks who understand the sound of music heard it, they heard that it was really about the separation of life and death. It had a feeling of "the enemy fell, and he looked up to the sky and laughed." The fullness of emotion and the sincerity of his heart made everyone who heard it feel happy and shed tears of joy.
I wish I could celebrate with my forehead and hands.
As soon as this tune came out, it was very exciting for the musicians who were immersed in sadness. It was as if someone was telling you a joke when you were wiping away tears, which made many people lose their breath and made mistakes.
Angrily, he stopped plucking the strings. He opened his mouth to play and swung his resentful eyes at Wu Feiyu who had come out halfway.
Qindu Zhenjun felt a little excited in his heart. He looked at Wu Feiyu, was he trying to be novel, or was there a tactic behind him?
The sound of the flute gradually turned from clear to low, as if after laughing, a breath of bad breath was expelled from the chest, and I felt relaxed and slightly happy. As the night progressed, my mood became depressed again, tearing apart the scroll of memories.
The sound of the flute was sometimes urgent and exciting, sometimes strange and sad, sometimes annoyed and joyful, and sometimes fighting for life and death. Following the sound of the music, they seemed to see the friendship between the two when they first met, the opposition when they met again, tit-for-tat, and endless calculations against each other.
Behind the struggle lies an unspeakable tacit understanding.
That breath of bad breath finally settled into frustration and remembrance in the middle of the night. It seemed that this person had passed away, and there was no more fun in the world. Life slipped into a calm lake, and peace gradually died.
When the time for a stick of incense is up, all the joy comes to a temporary halt, leaving the whole place filled with sadness.
Some played the struggle of love, some played the rise and fall of family and country, and some played the parting of relatives and friends, but for most monks who are not involved in blood or family ties or interfered with by lust, the most touching thing is the friendship between fellow disciples, family and country.
.The loneliness and prosperity of the sect, and the sympathy and sympathy between the opponents.
Qin Duzhenjun has already distinguished who resonates most from everyone's eyes.
If music cannot resonate, no matter how advanced the technology is, it will be a failure.
"Your playing skills are not the best, but your emotions make up for this. The profound sense of fate is fully reflected in the conflict, especially the hidden joy and entanglement, which is handled very well...
"
Wu Feiyu was stunned by the praise. When she saw Qin Duzhenjun's eyes full of praise and encouragement, she subconsciously looked at Zhan Changfeng, and even a large group of people who were watching her moved their eyes away.
...Oh? Oh~
Everyone showed a look of understanding.
Zhan Changfeng sits as peacefully as a mountain, evoking a meaningful smile.
No, I'm not. I just wanted to kill you in this way or that to vent my anger. When I looked back, I felt that if I killed you, I would have no salary, and then...
No one cared about Wu Feiyu's explanation. Ledao is an art with a lot of room for imagination.
Qin Duzhenjun specifically named several monks who performed well. He was most optimistic about his disciple Qin Shi and the musician Chu Linngling of the Donglin Dynasty.
Qin Shi often walks around, and her piano music is engraved with the life, old age, illness and death of mortals, and the hardships of monks seeking enlightenment. This time, her piano music tells the story of a pair of childhood sweethearts entering the Taoist dream from the mortal world, and in this dream of immortality, they interact with each other.
They supported each other, tested each other, separated and reunited, and finally made a vow of unity after going through hardships, but in the end, they forgot each other in the long years.
Chu Linngling lived in the palace in the east, and was in the whirlpool of power. Looking at the faith of all living beings, her pottery sound was always full of great love and helplessness, with pity for the believers, but also with expectations and anxiety about the fate of her family and country. She had just spoken with
The world of mortals is composed of hundreds of forms, with profound meaning.
The artistic conception and skills of these two people have matured, but they were robbed of resonance by Wu Feiyu's unique music. In the later period, she was still vaguely influenced by her, and the artistic conception weakened, and they tried their best to stabilize it so as not to collapse.
Although Lord Qin Duzhen felt sorry for these two people, he was not biased and gave Wu Feiyu a high evaluation during this round of performance.
In the second round, you can play freely, and you cannot attack other people with your music.
Wu Feiyu ran out of inspiration and performed mediocre in this round. Qin Shi and Chu Linngling began to shine.
In the third round, use sound as an offensive weapon.
Everyone could hear that they were each playing their own music, using their own music to influence and interfere with others. As time went by, music was everywhere, and every sound became a weapon in the hands of the musicians!
Wu Feiyu finally had a little sense of control. The strange and overwhelming sound disturbed his mind and consciousness, like a big net, covering everyone and sinking into darkness.
This monk who lowered his eyes and played the flute was like a demon in the night, cold and cold, entangled in everyone's heart, luring his prey to hand over him willingly and fall into hell.
The other eighty had no choice but to come out of their own world and turn into loyal warriors to resist her erosion.
With a flick of his hand, Chu Lingling said "turn back and find the shore", as if he was carrying waves of Sanskrit sounds to compete with her in the temptation.
The tunes of Qin's poems are melodious, and the vast and mysterious music of the piano dances by itself like fairy music.
Muffled groans continued to be heard from the field, and the musicians who couldn't stand it all left the field one after another. In the end, only four people were left.
The beauty in red didn't play the piano very well and didn't use any sound attack. Seeing everyone else going down, she seemed to have come to her senses and realized it was time for her to go down too, so she hugged the pipa and left.
Lord Qin Duzhen noticed this monk who was really not very good at playing but persisted in every round. He stopped him and asked, "Who are you? I saw that you still tried your best when playing. Do you have a teacher?"
"
"I'm here to make up the numbers." Bi Fang felt unhappy, uttered a cold sentence and left. King Jingyao actually doubted his intentions and used Jingyao's lack of musicians as an excuse to ask him if he wanted to play.
The young master is also interesting. This young master can't resist King Jingyao at all. He only obeys his orders. He doesn't even care about King Jingyao's overstepping of his will to give him instructions. Ha...
After the stick of incense was used up, the three people on the field had not yet decided the winner. However, compared with the pale faces of Chu Lingling and Qin Shi, Wu Feiyu was still able to do it with ease and could not tell how strenuous it was.
Qindu Zhenjun thought for a long time and said, "Music is about heart and skills. Wu Feiyu's sound attack is powerful, but he has no heart for music, and his skills are mediocre. This can be seen in the second round, but your
The harmony and attack of the first song are really amazing, and it can be ranked second.”
"Qin Shi's performance in all aspects is relatively stable, but in the first round, his breath was a little unstable, which should not be the case. He ranked third."
"Chu Lingling's musical style is broad and broad, and his music has been condensed. He can be ranked first."
The referee repeated the results of the fight and brought the curtain to a close.
Wu Feiyu was quite satisfied with being able to get second place. When he saw Zhan Changfeng, this satisfaction dissipated again, "I have something to tell you."