Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1094
A bell rang!
At the end of the song, Xu Bingqing stood in the middle of the stage panting.

There was silence in the audience, and it took a long time for everyone to recover from the exuberant emotions.

At the moment of slowing down, there was a tidal wave of applause from the audience.

Some women and children wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes.

"sounds so good……"

"This dance is also... beautiful."

"As expected of Beihan Pavilion, this collaborative song makes people see the majesty of the Great Wall of Eternal Night."

This song was obviously a success. Standing in the audience, Ji Jiashu Ying Baoyue and others couldn't restrain their emotions. However, whether the success of this song was due to Xu Bingqing's dance or Tuoba Xun's music? It's hard to tell.

"The sound of gold and stone," Chen Zichu sighed, looking at Tuoba Xun who stood silently holding the piano in the corner of the stage, "after all, Xu Bingqing is unworthy."

This loss is really taken away by you.

Ying Baoyue looked up at Xu Bingqing who was still smiling confidently on the stage.

"The saint's dance is still a bit too soft," Jiang Yuanyuan exhaled, "it's not bad."

In terms of ordinary dancing, Xu Bingqing's dancing skills are not bad. With her identity and the appeal of Beihan Pavilion, coupled with the highly skilled musicians, it is not difficult to understand why there are legends about dancing all over the world.

It can be said that in this match, Xu Bingqing was not weak, but Tuoba Xun was too strong.

Xu Bingqing couldn't keep up with Tuoba Xun's momentum at all.

But this game is Xu Bingqing's home game after all, no matter who is responsible for it, after all, it mobilized the emotions of the people, and the cheers from the audience were stronger than any previous games.

"Now I want to see what this Xirong man will do."

Amidst the cheers of the audience, Chen Zichu looked at He Lianyan who was standing silently in the waiting area, and grinned at the corner of his mouth.

He was indeed annoyed by Xu Bingqing, but he also didn't want to see Helianyan feel better.

The cooperation between Xu Bingqing and Tuoba Xun made it difficult for the common people to get out of the emotions of the previous song. In a sense, what He Lianyan was going to face next was the scene that the examinees least wanted to encounter.

"Even if the Xirong people play flowers, I'm afraid they won't be able to attract people's attention."

Play flowers?
Xu Bingqing and Tuoba Xun walked off the high stage, while He Lianyan walked to the center of the stage holding his konghou.

Many people's eyes chased the two who walked down, and they were all applauding Xu Bingqing and Tuoba Xun, and no one even looked at He Lianyan.

Ying Baoyue's eyes could not help but fall on the young man from Xirong.

Today, he is naked from the upper body, only wearing a leather vest, with complex oil paint on his upper arms, and a hideous iron mask on his face.

It was such an extremely wild appearance, which was incompatible with the resplendent and resplendent phoenix-headed konghou in his arms.

Ying Baoyue stared fixedly at the konghou, as if seeing the fate of a woman.

It's like a beautiful peacock falling into the hands of wild beasts.

Can he really play that harp?

The audience was very noisy, no one looked at him, no one thought he was worthy of this harp, everyone's eyes were on Xu Bingqing and Tuoba Xun, but at this moment.

"when!"

An extremely crisp sound of music made everyone stop talking.

In the next moment, before people could find their own language, a burst of music like a storm took away the voices of everyone.

Different from the softness of the guqin and the clang of the pipa, this is an indescribable sound.

"Who?"

"Has it started yet?"

The audience was too noisy before, and everyone didn't even notice that the bell had already sounded, but no one paid attention to the bell at this time, because the bursts of music in their ears were so urgent that they were speechless , there is only a large blank in my heart.

Everyone looked to the stage one by one, looking at the young man standing in the middle of the stage and playing the harp.

The sound came and went, it was a song that everyone had never heard before, but it seemed to hit people's hearts, making people breathless, and the more they listened, the more they wanted to hear it.

Through the hard black iron mask, Ying Baoyue couldn't see Helianyan's eyes, but he could see him standing intently beside the harp, his hands were so fast that he could already see afterimages.

The opening crack attracted everyone's attention, but then the tune became low and depressing, so depressing that people couldn't get through it, as if there were thousands of troops hidden in the dark clouds.

Wu Si Shutong Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountains are still drooping.

The clouds in the sky seemed to stop flowing.

But just when the depression reached the extreme, the music suddenly started to flow!
On the cold mountain, in an instant, countless birds soared to the sky!

Is this his harp?

Ying Baoyue stood under the stage, and the Sunset Sword in the scabbard by his waist hummed intermittently.

It turned out that this was his harp.

Kunshan jade broken phoenix screamed, Furong cried and dew Xianglan laughed.

Cold light melted in front of the twelve gates, and 23 silk moved the purple emperor.

……

……

No matter how long the birds had been circling on the top of the cold mountain, the people and practitioners in the audience hadn't stepped out of the music of the harp.

After a long time, the examiner who woke up first couldn't help but beat the bell several times.

"Voting begins!"

"Oh, vote to vote."

The people who woke up showed shame on their faces, and the practitioners were panting heavily. They didn't expect that they would be attracted by the music of such a Xirong man, and everyone felt uncomfortable.

"This starting point is really too high."

Chen Zichu's eyes were red from his rubbing, looking at He Lianyan who walked down the high platform holding the harp, he sighed, "Fortunately, I didn't plan to choose music."

He was originally devastated that the project he had chosen was not as attractive as the music, but now he watched this fight of gods, and suddenly he was glad that he did not choose music.

This fun battle is simply not something that ordinary people can participate in.

After only two games, the onlookers were greatly shocked.

"This is just the beginning," Jiang Yuanyuan also shook his head and sighed, "It is estimated that the number of people choosing music will decrease again, how should we compare after this?"

Sure enough, after he finished speaking, he saw many practitioners running to change the project.

But there were still many people who stood there and prepared to wait and see, but did not go to the examiner to sign up for the next one.

"No. [-], where is No. [-]?" the examiner shouted from the audience.

"The number three probably slipped away, he must not dare not change," Jiang Yuanyuan said, "Who dares to play after those two."

Looking at the bamboo sticks jingling and thrown into the lottery box around him, Jiang Yuanyuan sighed, "Although it sounds ashamed to say it, but fortunately that Helianyan is from Xirong."

The fear and loathing of the people of the Six Kingdoms towards the Xirong people is deeply rooted in their bones. Although He Lianyan's music is indeed excellent, it is impossible for a large number of people to vote for him.

But from the perspective of practitioners, this does not make people feel relieved.

But even so, a lot of bamboo sticks could still be seen being thrown into He Lianyan's draw box.

"Are those people crazy to vote for the Xirong people?" Chen Zichu asked in amazement.

"I guess I haven't woken up yet," Ji Jiashu looked at the confused eyes of those people, "I must have been taken away by his harp."

They are practitioners who recover faster, but ordinary people are different.

"Can it still be like this? Isn't this kid too devilish?" Chen Zichu gasped.

magic.

This may be the most appropriate word to describe him.

What kind of person is this?

Ying Baoyue watched Helianyan leave with the harp in his arms, and it seemed that only the harp was in his eyes at this moment.

"No. [-] gives up. What about No. [-]? No. [-]?"

The examiner's hoarse shout sounded again, but there was still no response.

"Which date has to be pushed to?" Chen Zichu sighed, "But who dares to play at this time?"

After all, the people in the audience were all delirious by He Lianyan.

Hearing the examiner's shout, Ying Baoyue lowered her head and looked at her palms, but before she lifted her feet slightly, a figure suddenly walked out of her side.

"Jia Shu?"

Chen Zichu looked at the man's back and spoke in astonishment.

"Let me do it."

Ji Jiashu walked up to the examiner and smiled slightly, "I am number six, and I will play."

　"Wu Si, Shu Tong, Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountains and condensed clouds are not flowing. Jiang'e sings bamboo and women's sorrow, Li Ping plays Chinese harp. Kunshan's broken jade phoenix calls, hibiscus weeps and fragrant orchid laughs. Cold light melts in front of twelve gates, 23 silk moves The purple emperor." -- Tang Lihe "Li Ping Konghou Yin"

　　
　
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