Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1098 Wish
"why?"

He Lancheng was stunned, could it be because he was not good at it?
But listening to the waves of the piano in his ears, he couldn't say such words anyway.

Because the girl's piano sound is so beautiful.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Tuoba Xun raised his head, amidst the beauty, with a murderous edge.

After learning that the luthier who was playing for Ji Jiashu suddenly broke the strings and vomited blood, Ying Baoyue took his place, Tuoba Xun just let out a long sigh.

There are very few people in this world who can let her play music for her, but that young man caught up with this situation, and she is willing to step into the limelight.

That 15-year-old boy from Nanchu must not know what she gave up for him at that moment.

But no matter why this performance started, no one can stop it now.

The musicians in the music booth were speechless, and the old musician stopped in the air with his outstretched hand. Only real musicians can tell the player's level in an instant.

And the sound of this girl's piano made them unable to move.

All the musicians seemed to be fixed on the ground, they could only stare blankly at the back of the young girl who was playing at the front, their hands and feet were stiff, and they were brought into a new world by the music, with countless impulses surging in their chests.

Just when Ying Baoyue's zither sound reached a new high point, a drum sounded amidst the sonorous and intense zither sound.

The old music official looked in astonishment, but saw the drummer waving the drum hammer in his hand with a flushed face, as if he couldn't control his hands.

He really couldn't control himself, the blood was flowing in his chest, the sound of the drum beat people's hearts, accompanied by the sound of the piano and Ji Jiashu's sword dance, all the audience in the audience were sweating profusely.

Hearing the sound of the drum and the zither, the black eyes of Li Ji's mask on the side of the stage lit up slightly.

"Catch up..."

Chen Zichu stood under the stage, staring blankly at this scene, and murmured.

The fingers of all the plucking musicians in the music booth were frozen on the strings of the instruments, but only the girl played faster and faster, matching the rhythm in the middle of the stage.

All these combined into an unparalleled picture, the sound of the piano and the dance of the sword intertwined, reaching wave after wave of climaxes.

"It turns out that she is really the only one who can catch up with him." In the distance of the stage, Tuoba Xun closed his eyes and said softly.

The boy in the middle of the stage danced faster and faster, but this time the music did not stop, and accompanied by his voice, it went straight to the sky.

Originally, no one followed the rhythm, but this time someone finally joined him, and even brought him to a higher place.

Sword Qi was everywhere, and in the brilliant sword light, Ji Jiashu turned his head slightly, staring at the girl playing the piano for him, not knowing what to say for a while.

Because he never knew that she could play the piano.

During those days in the National Teacher's Mansion, Ji Ange often played the piano in Qing'an Yuan. He passed by countless times, but only saw Ying Baoyue sitting by the side enjoying it, but never touched a string.

She would play chess with Ji Ange and the others, paint with them, and participate in any entertainment, but she never touched the piano.

Why is this?

Ji Jiashu couldn't figure it out, and the wave after wave of piano sounds left him no time to figure it out. What he can do now is to show what he has learned all his life to his heart's content under the sunlight.

He has never felt like this moment, he can use his sword freely.

For the first time someone can catch up with him, if he doesn't try his best, he will be left behind instead.

The sound of the piano is subtle, and the sound of the drums is exciting.

Li Ji on the high platform watched this scene quietly.

The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, drenching the world, and the youthful elegance is swaying on the stage, and finally reached the climax with the solemn ceremony and music.

Everyone knew that the qin music had come to the end. The sound of the qin was humming, changing from low to high, while Ji Jiashu was whirling on the stage with his sword, and the long sword flew high into the sky from his hand.

The sight of thousands of troops and horses swept past his body.

Ying Baoyue brushed his hands over all the strings, and the sound of the piano seemed to come from ancient times, and there was an earth-shattering final sound!
"what!"

There was no spring thunder in the sword, but the sword was thrown into the clouds like a thunderbolt, and fell down the high platform like a thunderbolt. Everyone opened their mouths and looked at the sword.

The boy knelt on one knee, held the hilt of his sword, and raised his head.

There was silence all around.

The lingering rhyme of the sound of the piano seems to envelop him. This scene is quiet, but it seems to contain an indescribable vitality.

Everyone was speechless, and after a long pause, someone realized that they clapped their hands as if they had just woken up from a dream.

Everyone stared at Ji Jiashu's figure and clapped with all their strength. The stormy applause seemed to engulf the young man on the stage.

Ying Baoyue watched this scene with a smile on the corner of her mouth. When everyone was staring at Ji Jiashu, she silently stood up and prepared to leave.

But she didn't expect that someone was watching her too.

Among them is the national teacher of Soochow.

"This piano sound is very special," Zhao Muren said quietly as he stood beside Dongfang Yi and looked in the direction he was looking at.

Yes.

Dongfang Yi could only say such a sentence.

Ji Jiashu's sword dance was indeed unparalleled in the world, but the girl's piano sound made Dongfang Yi fall into a deeper shock.

"The sound of the piano..." The white-haired old man on the examiner's high platform raised his head and stared at the young girl in the music shed, which left the music officials speechless.

If there is only one sentence that can describe this young girl's piano sound, then that sentence can only emerge in his mind.

Splendid and splendid, spears and spears are vertical and horizontal.

He really has not heard such a piano sound for a long time.

"More than 20 years ago, I once saw such a sword dance and a girl who accompanied the sword dance."

Hearing Dongfang Yi's words, Zhao Muren suddenly looked back, "That's..."

"The person holding the sword and dancing is none other than the eldest son of the Ji family back then, and now Ji Mo, the master of the Southern Chu Kingdom," Dongfang Yi said, "and the one who accompanies him is an unknown girl."

"No name?" Zhao Muren murmured and repeated.

"That's right, she was only 14 years old that year, and she was still an ordinary person without realm," Dongfang Yi said lightly, "At that time, everyone was looking at Ji Mo, and no one noticed her."

Who would have thought that such a girl would become the first acquired cultivator after the age of 15, and eventually shake the entire mountain and sea continent, setting off a frenzy that subverts the entire cultivation world?

Dongfang Yi stared at the boy on the stage and the girl on the edge of the stage, "How far can they go?"

Back then, the wishes of the boy who danced the sword dance and the girl who accompanied her husband-in-law had been distorted by time.

Zhao Muren didn't like Dongfang Yi's fateful statement. He only knew that with Ying Baoyue's real identity, she would be in trouble if she didn't step down again.

"Since the competition is over, hurry up and let the next one play."

He looked towards the high stage, but frowned, because Ying Baoyue, who was about to step down, was suddenly pulled back by the old music official.

"Wait, it can't be you who played it, don't go, play it again, play it again."

The gray-haired old music official suddenly grabbed Ying Baoyue's sleeve in disregard of etiquette, and stared at her hands playing the piano with a crazy expression.

"Let go, I..." Ying Baoyue stared blankly at this obsessed man, with a somewhat stunned expression, "I can no longer..."

That's when the mutation happened.

She was not good at attacking the old man, but just as she broke free from the musician, her hand touched the strings again.

(End of this chapter)