Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1110 Light
No one would have thought that the beginning of this song would be a lullaby she composed for her children.

Murong Feilan stared at the girl on the stage. He originally thought that Li Ji's beginning with Weishen's tune would be enough to shock the world, but he didn't expect that the two of them had more whimsy than the other.

"Brother Murong?" Ying Xun stared at Murong Feilan beside him in a daze when he heard the words, "This song..."

"That's right, you've heard this song before," Murong Feilan smiled slightly amidst the soft and peaceful music, "Although it wasn't written for you at first, you've been honored."

"Zhanguang?" Ying Xun repeated blankly, unable to believe the guess in his heart.

The only person who can make him shine is the person who is connected with him by blood.

"You should know that she doesn't dare to touch stringed instruments, right?"

Murong Feilan touched his ears, "Cultivators who are not in the ordinary realm are not qualified to listen to her music. My realm was high enough back then, and I was lucky enough to hear her play the zither, but one person was not so lucky."

"Speaking of which, you are much luckier than your father," he patted Ying Xun's head, "at least I heard her zither just now."

Murong Feilan looked ahead, and the majestic Miyagi and the two people at the corner of the Miyagi appeared in front of his eyes.

"Can you... play a zither for me?"

That year in Efang Palace, when he came to pay pilgrimage, he came across such a scene by accident. The man stood in front of the girl expectantly, but the 13-year-old girl reluctantly rejected him.

"I can't, Your Highness, I might hurt you."

Well, in fact, he bumped into it on purpose.

Murong Feilan rubbed his chest, remembering how he happily showed off to Ying Su that Ying Baoyue played the zither in the military camp before, he felt a little guilty.

That was probably his first small victory.

But that victory was quickly shattered.

Listening to Murong Feilan's memories, Ying Xun felt a little complicated, "What happened next?"

That refusal seemed to be the end, but no one expected what happened afterwards.

"Later, she went to learn architecture," Murong Feilan said quietly.

If plucking the strings is like drawing a bow, you can't control the murderousness, but hitting the strings with drumsticks can make the music sound much gentler.

So she changed from strumming to clacking, so that she could play for that person.

"Specially to learn..." Ying Xun was stunned when he heard this.

"That's right," Murong Feilan took a deep breath, learning a musical instrument for one person is probably hard for ordinary people to imagine.

But just to satisfy a man's desire to hear her music, she did it.

It was something only she could do.

The image of the girl building for the man sitting by the study window appeared in front of Murong Feilan's eyes, and he sighed heavily in his heart.

"She learned how to play for Ying Su, and she would also listen to you when you were crying and fussing," Murong Feilan said with a smile, "I thought you didn't remember, but I didn't expect you to remember."

Ying Xun's expression was complicated. He only remembered the tune, but he had long forgotten the person who played that voice.

But such a peaceful and quiet voice aroused many warm memories in him.

The first sweet memory of life.

The boy's expression was a little dazed, and his whole body seemed to be soaked in warm water.

Murong Feilan's expression was also in a daze for a while, but the next moment he woke up suddenly, and looked at the people and practitioners around who looked a little confused.

I don't know when it started, and the buzzing discussions around have disappeared.

"Have you started?" He gasped, and looked at the quiet girl on the stage.

The plain minor key is just the beginning, just when everyone is brought in by this warm and quiet prelude.

They have entered her world.

This world is ruled by her.

……

……

The sound of building was still ringing in his ears, and Ji Jiashu's expression was a little dazed. He knew that he was standing on the land of Soochow Wu at this time, but at some point in front of him, a tree with bright veins appeared.

This is the back hill of his house.

He held the tree trunk here, recited a poem by accident, and met a person from afar.

He saw himself holding the tree trunk, chatting with that person, everything in reality was far away from him, leaving only sweet memories.

A smile appeared on Ji Jiashu's face, and the surrounding people were also smiling in a trance.

This is hi.

Zhao Guang listened to the sound of construction in his ears, the music turned around, and the smile on his lips disappeared. He saw the small room that smelled of blood, he pushed open the door, his pupils shrunk, and looked at Li Ji's whole body. Lying on the bed bloody, Dongfang Yi told him helplessly that the meridian of the whole body was interrupted by the Nanchu Guoshi.

Uncontrollable anger welled up in his chest, and his face was flushed red.

He didn't notice that the faces of the other teenagers around him also showed anger.

This is anger.

Zhusheng turned around again, as if hitting his heart, Li Ji's usually calm black eyes froze slightly in his mask.

He saw him sitting alone on the steps of the hut in the woods, looking at the empty courtyard in a daze.

The clouds and mist in the cloud forest shrouded him, but he couldn't wait for the person he loved the most.

Li Ji's mask is dry.

There were tears streaming down the faces of other common people around.

This is mourning.

Just when Zhusheng reached the lowest point, it suddenly pulled up, bright and bright, just like the rising sun, injecting warmth into everyone's hearts.

"This is……"

This is fun.

Everyone woke up like a dream, looking around and looking at each other.

"Are you awake?" Murong Feilan looked at Ying Xun who raised his head abruptly beside him, "Did you have a good dream?"

"I..." Ying Xun clutched his chest and looked at the man beside him in disbelief, "What happened?"

"Happiness, anger, sorrow, love, hatred, hatred." Murong Feilan exhaled deeply, "This is the power of her music."

Let everyone experience all these emotions in her music, in the blink of an eye, she almost hypnotizes everyone.

"This, isn't this..." Ying Xun was tongue-tied, wanting to say that she was manipulating them through music?
Murong Feilan looked into his eyes, knew what he wanted to ask, and shook his head.

"She's not manipulating people, she's just playing the piano."

She can use music to make people feel pain, can make people feel heartbroken, and can attract people to vote for her, but she didn't do that. Zhu was originally an instrument that can make people feel bleak, but under her hand, the music become warm and bright.

In the building sound, clear singing sounded.

"Strike the building and drink fine wine, sword song and easy water."

"Passing through Crown Prince Yan, I entrusted Bingzhouer."

"Young people are full of courage, when they are vigorous."

"Because of attacking Lu Goujian, don't bully each other when fighting for victory."

"Wuling is young and gold is in the east, and the silver saddle and white horse are in the spring breeze."

The singing went straight to the sky, and there seemed to be countless light spots flying around the girl who was building on the stage.

"This is..." Chen Zichu looked at this scene and muttered, "This poem is..."

Ji Jiashu's heart was surging, and he murmured.

"Young man."

This poem is called Youth Walk.

Joy, anger, sorrow, joy, youth and beauty.

Under the rising sun, the girls are building and singing in harmony.

　"Strike the building and drink fine wine, swords and songs, Yishuimei. Passing through Prince Yan, and entrusting Bingzhou son. The young man is full of courage, and he is fierce and natural.

　　Because of attacking Lu Goujian, don't bully each other when fighting for victory.Wuling is young and gold is in the east, and the silver saddle and white horse spend the spring breeze. "--Tang Li Bai's "Two Poems of Youth Walking"

　　Sure enough, this poem suits her best

　　
　
(End of this chapter)