Then one after another figures flew to the sky above Peach Blossom Lake, attracting everyone's attention. Yue Feng'er was one of them.
Xiao Muyang looked at that pretty figure from afar, and suddenly a strange thought came to his mind.
Although this woman is older than him, she has also reached the middle stage of heaven cultivation. It can be seen that her talent is not weak. In addition, she is very beautiful. She has no worries about not being liked by men. Why should she be obsessed with one person?
Although that person is very outstanding and a dragon among men, a person like him may have extremely high vision. Unless he is a proud woman of the same level, he will never be able to catch his eye.
Xiao Muyang could predict that no matter whether he could enter the Han family or not, Yue Feng'er was destined to be injured in the end.
However, emotional matters are the most unreasonable thing to talk about. Unless you give up, no matter how much others try to persuade you, it will be useless. I hope she can look away a little more.
At this moment, the middle-aged man looked at Yue Feng'er and others and said, "You guys, as a group, play Pinghu Luoyan."
"It turned out to be Pinghu Luoyan!" The faces of the twenty people changed. Yue Feng'er's face turned pale. Why was she so unlucky?
The faces of the people around them all showed expressions of astonishment, and then they looked at the twenty people with some sympathy. This was such bad luck.
"Pinghu Luoyan" is known as one of the most difficult qin music. It does not mean that the qin music itself is difficult to play, but the artistic conception of the qin music is too profound. People who have not had much life experience will find it difficult to understand the true meaning of it. Naturally, they will not be able to interpret this piece.
Play the piano well.
Almost all the people who come to participate in the Qinyin Conference are young people. People of the older generation will not come to join in the fun, but will the young people have experience?
Even if they do exist, they are few and far between.
"Only one person from this group should be able to advance." Many people were talking and were not optimistic about the players in this group.
Xiao Muyang rubbed his eyebrows, feeling a little sorry for Yue Feng'er in his heart. With her level of piano skills, she was afraid that she would stop at this stage.
Then twenty people played Pinghu Luoyan at the same time. Yue Feng'er was also playing seriously. Her mood gradually calmed down. At this point, she had no way to change it and could only accept it silently.
Hearing the piano sounds in the space, many people shook their heads and sighed. No one's artistic conception of the piano sounds could immerse them in. The level was not much different, so it would depend on who's luck would come next.
"You can stop now," the middle-aged man said.
Twenty people all stopped playing in an instant, as if they had been waiting for this sentence. Playing such a difficult piece of music in public was a huge torture to them both physically and mentally. It was too uncomfortable.
"To be fair, no one in your group has met the qualifications for promotion. However, according to the rules, one of you must be selected to advance. Therefore, even if you are promoted, don't be complacent. You still need to study hard in the future." The middle-aged man said with a serious face.
At this moment, everyone was very nervous. No one knew who would get the chance to advance. They could only wait and see their fate.
"God bless, bless..." Yue Feng'er lowered her head and murmured to herself, not daring to look up into the middle-aged eyes, as if she was afraid of facing the consequences of failure.
The middle-aged eyes were swept across the figures, and finally fell on Yue Feng'er, pointing at her and saying, "You advance to the next round."
In an instant, all eyes in the audience fell on her alone.
As if she felt something was wrong, Yue Feng'er suddenly raised her head and saw the middle-aged eyes looking at her. Her face was a little stunned at first, and then she finally realized what she was doing, and a smile of great surprise bloomed on her cheeks.
The person who advanced was actually her!
Xiao Muyang was filled with emotion when he saw this scene. She happened to be chosen among the twenty people. No one else was so lucky!
It seems that God is helping her.
Xiao Muyang's expression suddenly became a little weird. If her good luck could continue, she might even be able to win a handsome man.
After Yue Feng'er's group ended, she played several more groups. The music she played was relatively normal and not as difficult as Pinghu Luoyan.
"Group 20, Zou Cheng, Wang Qing, Xiao Muyang, Zhu Yang..." The middle-aged man called out the names of many people, and saw many more figures flying up to Peach Blossom Lake.
When he heard his name being called, Xiao Muyang's face remained as calm as water, and he stepped forward towards Peach Blossom Lake.
In one direction of the crowd, many women with outstanding looks appeared there. They were the disciples of Huanxiao Palace. Their faces were extremely surprised. Just now they heard a very familiar name, Xiao Muyang.
Is he also in Qin City?
"Xiao Muyang is good at playing the piano, it's most likely him." Bixiao said, and as she spoke, she looked towards the sky above Taohua Lake, naturally looking for someone.
"There he is!" At this time, a female disciple exclaimed, pointing her jade finger at a figure. Bixiao and others looked over one after another, and sure enough they saw a figure in white standing there, it was Xiao Muyang.
"I didn't expect to meet him here, what a coincidence." Bixiao said with surprise, while Yunxiao glanced at her meaningfully and joked: "Does my sister have thoughts about him?
"
Bixiao's face suddenly became a little shy, and she quickly denied it: "What did sister say? He already has a wife, how could I have any thoughts about him."
"I can be my concubine." Yunxiao looked at her with a smile.
"..." Bixiao's face froze, and then she said angrily: "I'm not interested in being a sister."
"He has become the master of the Haotian Palace at such an age. He is extremely talented. I don't know what his achievements will be in the future. If he can become a concubine, it will be considered a blessing. If my sister doesn't want to, it will be too late to regret it in the future.
." Yunxiao continued to joke.
Bixiao's beautiful eyes glared at Yunxiao, then turned to look at the figure in white, and couldn't help but have a thought in her heart, what will his achievements be in the future?
In addition to everyone in Huanxiao Palace who noticed Xiao Muyang, there was another person, naturally Yue Feng'er. She looked at Xiao Muyang's figure and recalled what happened in the restaurant yesterday. She felt a little guilty in her heart. After the competition was over,
Apologize to him again.
Xiao Muyang naturally didn't know that many people were paying attention to him. He looked at the middle-aged man, waiting for him to announce the music he was going to play.
"The music played by your group is Jiangshan Ling." The middle-aged man said to everyone.
"Jiangshan Ling..." Many people's faces suddenly fell. The difficulty of this song was no less than that of Pinghu Luoyan. It seemed that there was no hope of advancing.
Compared to others, Xiao Muyang's face looked particularly calm. Although this song was a bit difficult, it was fine for him. He had played it several times before.
"It's Jiangshan Ling. I wonder if he can perform to the level he did yesterday." Yue Feng'er thought to herself. She felt it was a bit unrealistic. Nishang Yuyi's music and Jiangshan Ling's music were not on the same level. Even if they were masters, they probably wouldn't be able to perform at the same level.
You can play well with full confidence.
Then everyone played, and the loud and clear sound of the piano floated out.
Xiao Muyang lowered his head to play the piano, and his eyes closed unconsciously, as if he had entered a state of selflessness. At this moment, nothing in the outside world could interfere with him.
The sound of the piano gradually became louder, the melody became more and more urgent, and a strong sense of chilling filled the space, causing a picture to appear in many people's minds.
On the vast battlefield, countless soldiers fought bloody battles, guarding their respective obsessions. No one retreated, as if they vowed not to fight back until the enemy was defeated.
When many people saw this scene in front of them, their hearts boiled with enthusiasm, as if they wanted to step onto that land and fight to protect their mountains and rivers and their loved ones.
However, at the next moment, the melody of the piano sound dropped rapidly and became extremely low, as if it had turned into another piece of music. The picture also changed accordingly. One after another figures fell down powerlessly, and the ground was dyed red with blood. In the afterglow of the setting sun,
Under the illumination, there is a sense of desolation and loneliness.
Those people whose blood was boiling seemed to have been suddenly poured cold water on them, and they couldn't help but feel sad in their hearts. In a war, there is no real winner.
For a moment, Xiao Muyang's piano music overshadowed everyone else's piano music. It seemed that there was only this kind of piano music in the space. Countless people were immersed in the artistic conception of the piano music, with tears in their eyes and unable to extricate themselves for a long time.
Yue Feng'er also entered the sad mood. Looking at the figures lying on the ground, she felt extremely depressed inside. She wanted to vent it out, but she felt powerless.
At this moment, the powerful men from the four major music families all looked in the direction of Xiao Muyang, and they couldn't help but stir up a wave of emotions in their hearts. What has this person experienced before?
The young master of the Han family also looked at Xiao Muyang, with a somewhat appreciative look on his face. Jiangshan Ling was not easy to play. This person could play to such an extent, and his attainments in qin Dao had surpassed that of most qin cultivators present.
"Xian'er, what do you think of this person?" Han Sheng suddenly asked. Han Xian is the name of the Han family's young master.
Han Xian's eyes narrowed, and then he realized the meaning of Han Sheng's words and responded: "You can think about it."
"Well, I think it's okay too." Han Sheng smiled and nodded. Such a good seedling is difficult to find even in Qincheng.
After a while, Xiao Muyang removed his hands from the strings, and no more sound came out of the space.
Before Xiao Muyang finished playing, the other nineteen people had already finished.
They didn't have much confidence in this piece of music to begin with, and with such a master in the same group, what else could they compete with? They simply gave up.
The middle-aged man never interrupted Xiao Muyang's playing, just to let him finish playing and see how far he could perform.
"Congratulations, you advanced to the next round." The middle-aged man looked at Xiao Muyang and smiled. Many people suddenly realized that this seemed to be the first time that the middle-aged man smiled.
"Thank you." Xiao Muyang replied with cupped hands, put away the long piano and walked toward the crowd below, looking extremely chic.
Many people looked in the direction of Xiao Muyang's departure, with a hint of expectation in their eyes. Judging from the Qin Dao attainments that this person had just displayed, he was very likely to break into the third round!