Xiaosheng is not a nerd

Chapter 1607 Incident

Qiu Ruyi took the drum and raised his hand to gently pat the drum. Different from the big drum in the Central Plains, which was either lively and festive, or passionate, or powerful and overwhelming, the sound of this hand drum was very low, like a human voice whispering in the ear, eerie and chilling.

Qiu Ruyi was not good at literature or playing drums, but she had a good understanding of music theory. From the few beats she had just made, she already knew the tune of the drum, so she played the music as she pleased. The music told a story of sadness, helplessness, and finally anger.

When the song ended, the man in white turned pale and looked dazed, as if he was frightened.

The little queen's eyes were full of energy. The dense amber in her eyes was like countless profound wisdom, far beyond the beauty that could be presented by her appearance. She gently said to Qiu Ruyi: "This song? This sound?"

Qiu Ruyi said, "In terms of your piano skills, Queen, you are impeccable. However, music expresses one's feelings. Queen, you don't know the humanities and stories behind it. How can you play a moving piano? That's why I just said that Queen, your piano skills are impeccable, but I can't give you any advice."

"Everyone Qiu has given me some pointers."

Qiu Ruyi smiled and said, "Then I will say a few more words. The Queen just played the zither but she was just imitating others. If something does not belong to you, no matter how hard you try, it will not belong to you in the end."

The little queen's eyes were full of amber, shining like two night-shining pearls inlaid on her face. She asked, "What belongs to me, then?"

Qiu Ruyi threw the drum towards the queen: "Try this drum."

"it is good."

The little queen was well versed in music theory and she mastered the instrument immediately and started playing the drums as she pleased. Compared to the low and gloomy sound of Qiu Ruyi's drums, the sound of the little queen's drums was resounding and overwhelming.

In the sound of drums, one seems to hear an emperor ruling the world, bathing the land in blood, and behind him are countless wronged souls wailing.

Before the song was over, the young man in white was vomiting uncontrollably, and he fell to the ground, twitching and having convulsions.

Gebala's eyes revealed a hint of surprise. It was the first time he saw through the little queen's inner self. At this time, Qiu Ruyi looked at him meaningfully, and her eyes seemed to say, Gebala, you are courting death.

When the song was over, the little queen laughed loudly, her laughter was more majestic and domineering than the sound of stocks: "I understand, you mediocre person."

As he spoke, he looked at the man in white who was lying on the ground and twitching, his eyes revealed a cold and ruthless look, and he did not try to rescue him.

Qiu Ruyi deliberately said: "Queen, him?"

The little queen said, "He is just a male concubine, with dull talent, no different from meat."

I don’t know if these words scared the man in white, but he died on the spot as soon as he opened his eyes.

"This drum suits me better than the piano."

Gebala saw the little queen looking at him softly while she was talking, clearly wanting the gift, so he politely refused: "Your Majesty, this hand drum is my magical instrument, it is not a musical instrument."

Qiu Ruyi interrupted, "Queen, this drum is indeed not a musical instrument, but a magical instrument, and the production of this drum is extremely demanding, otherwise I believe that the Grand Master would be generous enough to give it to you."

The little queen asked: "How harsh is it?"

Gebala looked at Qiu Ruyi, hinting her not to explain it too clearly, but Qiu Ruyi pretended not to notice: "The drum body is made of the skulls of two dead children glued together, and the drum skin is made of the skin of the purest girl."

The little queen looked at Gebala and asked, "Gebala, is it true?"

Gebala said, "Yes."

The little queen laughed and said, "I thought only my tiger tribe was cold and cruel, but it turns out that humans are the same. Gebala, you didn't tell me this."

Gebala replied: "Your Majesty the Queen didn't ask, so I didn't say anything."

The little queen turned to look at Qiu Ruyi: "Master Qiu, I just heard you beating the drums, and it seemed like you were telling a story."

"Queen Tongle, the sound I just made is indeed a story."

"what story?"

"Mute sister."

"Can you tell me about it?"

"It tells the story of a girl who has been searching for her mute sister all her life. One day, when she came to a temple and saw a drum being worshipped, she realized that her mute sister had been sacrificed. Her skin was made into a drum skin, and her skinny calves were made into drumsticks. So the girl beat the drum to talk to her mute sister, and the drum sounds seemed like her mute sister was talking to her..."

The little queen asked: "What happened next?"

"Later, girls' tongues were also cut off and made into drums."

"Then was the anger at the end of the drumbeat that Qiu Dajia just played the girl's anger?"

Qiu Ruyi said loudly: "It's my anger!"

The little queen smiled and said, "Master Qiu is really a good teacher. I seem to understand."

Qiu Ruyi said: "The Queen may not really understand."

"Why?" the little queen asked.

"If you really understand, why wouldn't you be angry and still be able to talk and laugh?"

The little queen said, "Then I will feel sad for Mr. Qiu." As she said this, she closed her eyes and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

At this time, Gebala said in a deep voice: "Mr. Qiu said that the queen doesn't understand, but you may not really understand either."

Qiu Ruyi said: "If anyone dares to do this in Daguan Country, it will be condemned by both humans and gods, and will not be tolerated by heaven."

Gebala said calmly: "Since Qiu Ruyi can say the word sacrifice, he should know that it is a kind of honor in Xirong. The Qiu people only see death but not reincarnation, only see cruelty but not the perfection of serving the tiger with one's body and transcending the soul." Qiu Ruyi asked: "Grand Master, why don't you make a drum yourself?"

Gebala said calmly: "I have my own mission. I am not a girl with a pure soul. The mute girl's mission in this life is to become a drummer."

Qiu Ruyi did not argue with Gebala, knowing that she, an outsider, could not argue with Gebala. She turned to look at the little queen and asked, "Queen, before I came to see you, I heard from the great master that you have wisdom far superior to that of ordinary people. What do you think?"

The little queen hesitated for a while before speaking: "When the wolf kills the sheep, the lamb weeps and the wolf cub rejoices."

At this time, the tiger man who had just left returned to the hall and talked to the little queen in a gibberish.

Although Qiu Ruyi didn't understand what he was saying, she judged that Yilan might have been caught from the way Gebala looked at her and the flicker in the little queen's eyes. The seemingly insignificant chat just now was actually a test of each other's background. The little queen was proving to Qiu Ruyi that she was not a beast, but more like a human being.

However, Qiu Ruyi was silently alienating the relationship between the little queen and Gebala. When there was no sharp conflict of interests, this alienation seemed painless, but in fact it left suspicion and scars in each other's hearts, and at some point, the suspicion and scars would completely erupt.

After chatting, the little queen returned to the topic. "Mr. Qiu, I believe that Gebala would not bring you to see me for no reason. Before you came, I believe that Gebala also said a lot to you. I will speak frankly. What do you think of Gebala's suggestion?"

This direct questioning left Qiu Ruyi with no room for mediation.

Before Qiu Ruyi could answer, Gebala answered for her: "Qiu has already agreed, otherwise I would not let her live to see Her Majesty the Queen."

There was a hint of threat in these words. As the great master of Xirong, Gebalan was certainly not a fool. Just now he had vaguely felt that Qiu Ruyi had ulterior motives. He was the one who brought this person here, and if necessary, he would kill Qiu Ruyi without hesitation and would never leave any trouble for himself.

Facing the little queen's inquiring eyes, Qiu Ruyi responded: "Queen, I still need to think about it."

Gebala did not lose his temper, but said gloomily: "Qiu Ruyi, you lied to me!"

Qiu Ruyi ignored Gebala. Her mind raced and she had thought of several strategies at that moment, but she chose the most risky one.

He asked a puzzling question: "I don't know if you, Queen, are qualified to cooperate with me."

After he finished speaking, he immediately used his true energy to attack the little queen. Gebala was shocked to see Qiu Ruyi had already arrived at the little queen's side as fast as lightning.

It was not known whether the little queen had no time to react or was just stunned, but she just sat there motionless.

Although the tiger tribe is strong, they are like tofu in front of a first-class strong man. Just when Gebala thought that the little queen was going to be killed by Qiu Ruyi's palm, the little queen raised her hand.

With a bang, Qiu Ruyi staggered back several steps, while the little queen sat calmly on the couch.

  It happened too suddenly, everything happened in a flash. Gebala blurted out hastily: "Your Majesty, this is definitely not my idea! It must be..." Suddenly his heart trembled and he stopped talking. The little queen was actually a martial arts master!

After a breath so fast that a pin drop could be heard, Qiu Ruyi laughed loudly: "Queen, you are indeed a martial arts master!"

Gebala's expression became serious. Who was it that taught the little queen martial arts, and he had been kept in the dark the whole time?

At this moment, a man appeared in the hall as fast as lightning. Although Gebala was not a martial artist, he was sensitive to the flow of true energy. A red light emerged from his body and he chanted the protective mantra to avoid being suddenly attacked.

Glancing over, he saw that the person coming was a male favorite of the little queen. Gebala had never known that this male favorite was actually a martial arts master. The other party was so well hidden that Gebala felt a sense of crisis.

Qiu Ruyi was delighted. She didn't expect that her test attack would cause so many things to explode.

In fact, cooperating with Gebala is the best choice. Firstly, it can ensure one's own safety. Secondly, if Yilan is unfortunately captured, one will be qualified to ensure Yilan's safety.

But because of Yilan's special identity, she chose to refuse the toast and drink the forfeit wine. If Gebala saw through Yilan's identity, she was sure that Yilan would never be able to return to Beidi, but would be imprisoned in Xirong forever.

She was cast under the secret spell of Wendao by Gebala, and would be controlled by Gebala, and would have no ability to stop Gebala.

The best way is to find ways to kill Gebala, so she started from testing and alienating him, looking for opportunities to find loopholes, and then took risky moves.

She has never been a person who sits and waits for death. She is also used to finding breakthroughs and turning the situation around in unfavorable situations.

Gebala saw through her extraordinary background, but did not see through her character.

The little queen looked at the male favorite and said, "Flow, it's okay."

Gebala stared at the male favorite and asked in a cold voice, "Who are you?" The coldness he exuded seemed to indicate that if the man didn't tell him the whole story immediately, he would be rude.

The little queen said calmly: "Gebala, don't be nervous."

Gebala asked the little queen, "Your Majesty, what is going on? Why do you have such a martial arts master by your side?"

The little queen said, "I know that Liu is good at martial arts, and he has never hidden it from me."

Gebala asked again: "Does Her Majesty know his detailed identity and background?"

The little queen hesitated for a moment, and seemed reluctant to reveal the identity of her male favorite.

Gebala said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, it is too dangerous for such a person of unknown origin to stay by your side. Let me kill him to eliminate future troubles."

Gebala took great pains to stay with the little queen for several years just to borrow the power of the tiger tribe to fight against the Beidi. He would never allow anyone to challenge his absolute right to speak with the little queen.

No matter who this person is or where he comes from, he must die.

At that moment, red light burst out from his body, and he rubbed his rosary beads and chanted the true words of Taoism.

People in the art of literature have always been very mysterious, and the impression they give to the world is mostly that they save lives and heal the wounded. However, the higher their level of cultivation in the art of literature, the more powerful their magical powers become, and they can also kill people in the blink of an eye.

This male favorite seemed to be well aware of Gebala's power, and his internal energy surged to resist.

Qiu Ruyi keenly felt the powerful burst of true energy, and was secretly shocked. A first-class master! What a pity, he was facing a master of literature with a great Xuan cultivation level.

As expected, the male favorite stood still, as if he was restrained by something. Qiu Ruyi was surprised again. It would be impossible to make a first-class master stand still and unable to move, even if he had entered the realm of Taoism, because no matter how powerful the power of controlling objects out of thin air was, it was impossible to completely control a first-class master.

Earlier, she had fought with Gebala and was completely led by him. This was a good opportunity to study the mysteries of Gebala's Taoist mantras and find out his flaws.

After Gebala controlled the male favorite, he rubbed the rosary in his hand more vigorously and the speed of his silent recitation seemed to become faster. Suddenly, black fog appeared out of thin air around the male favorite. This black fog was filled with the breath of death and enveloped the male favorite, as if it was slowly eroding the true energy that the male favorite burst out.

Under the erosion of the black fog, the male favorite's true energy was weakening, and his vitality seemed to be slowly withering.

Qiu Ruyi glanced at the Toba rosary in Gebala's hand. Although she was not a Taoist and had never practiced it, she had only a vague understanding of it. She knew that Taoism used one's own body as a medium and borrowed the power of heaven and earth for one's own use. It did not possess any power in itself, and that performing the mantra of Taoism was also a process of casting a spell.

The power of Gebala's words is largely due to the Toba rosary in his hand, a magical instrument.

And each bead of the Toba rosary is known by the brow bone of a Taoist scholar. So can we understand it this way, that the Toba rosary is a magical instrument that stores power and can be used whenever we want, which is similar to the martial arts practitioner who possesses true energy.

Thinking of this, Qiu Ruyi thought to herself, if I take away the Toba rosary from Gebala, then his strength will be greatly reduced.

Seeing that the little queen did not take any action to stop it, Gebala smiled. He knew the little queen too well. In the little queen's heart, there was no such thing as closeness or distance, only importance.