The Rise of Angels in the Hero Company

Chapter 511 Music Master Yan

In the evening, the sun sets in the west.

The blazing sunshine has become warm and beautiful at this moment. Orange-red fire clouds gradually appeared on the horizon, red clouds filled the sky, and the sunset was brilliant. The brilliant sunset glow bloomed on the horizon, dyeing the clear sky red like blood, like a burning flame all over the sky.

The new moon has given birth to birds, and the setting sun is setting in the west.

Qin Wuyou sat on the guardrail of the rooftop with his feet dangling in the air, holding a jade flute in his hand and playing.

The smooth and white face has clear features like a sculpture, and the angular face is extremely handsome. The thick eyebrows were slightly raised rebelliously, and under the long and slightly curled eyelashes, the dark and deep icy eyes looked wild and unruly, evil and cold. With thin lips and a straight bridge of nose, the whole person unconsciously exudes a powerful aura of a king. On the evil and handsome face, there is a wild and unrestrained smile.

What a handsome and troubled young man, he fell into the mortal world and was banished to an immortal.

As he blew, bursts of sweet flute sounds sounded.

The unique flute sound is like opening Pandora's magic box. The flute sound leaked out is intertwined with mysterious, elegant, ethereal and sexy notes, turning into a magic spell and awakening people's sleeping hearing.

The sound of the flute rises and falls, cadences and ups and downs.

When the song is low, the soft melody leaks out, like the spring breeze blowing on the face, cleansing the dust, leisurely and moving, quietly and vividly reflected in the mind, which can always soothe every tired heart.

When it is high, the exciting sound goes straight to the bullfighting, like thousands of troops fighting on the battlefield, or like thunder that shocks the rainy night. Make your blood boil with the melody.

The lonely angel Leng was standing quietly not far behind him, watching him quietly. After a while, she gradually closed her eyes and listened to the sweet flute.

The cold face, like spring light and winter snow, gradually melts and becomes gentle and peaceful, no longer so cold that people dare not approach or touch it.

After a few minutes, the song ended.

Qin Wuyou turned to look at Angel Leng on the side, and saw that she had her eyes closed, as if she was immersed in her own music and couldn't come back to her senses. He couldn't help but reveal a soft smile.

After a while, watching Angel Leng slowly open his eyes, Qin Wuyou asked with a smile: "How is it? Does it sound good? Can I play well?"

"Well, the silk-pulling scene..."

Angel Leng's words seemed to be asking and stating an optimistic fact.

Qin Wuyou slowly put down the flute in his hand, nodded and said, "Yes, I told you this song."

This afternoon, Qin Wuyou suddenly made such a jade flute on a whim. When he was done, he thought about how the flute he made sounded, so he subconsciously played this song, so he came up with the idea. This scene now.

As for why I played this piece of music subconsciously, maybe it’s because the story behind this piece of music impressed me so much, and it’s also because this piece of music has a different meaning to me.

I once sang this song to Kesha when she was a girl. It was also at that time that the relationship between the two began to change secretly. In addition, Angel Leng also asked me to sing it to her because it was a good time to watch when she wanted to play the flute. When you are next to her, feel moved.

"Tch, it doesn't sound good, it doesn't sound good at all. Instructor, although your skills are barely passing, your taste is really beyond the reach of Sister Yan and I can't praise you. These are all crappy music..."

Angel Yan, who didn't know when she arrived, suddenly spoke up. She, the atmosphere destroyer and topic terminator, completely destroyed the quiet and peaceful atmosphere between Qin Wuyou and Angel Leng as soon as she opened her mouth.

When facing Qin Wuyou, Angel Yan would certainly not let go of any opportunity to squeeze on him. Regardless of whether it was justified or not, it was right to oppose Qin Wuyou anyway.

When Angel Yan mentioned the broken tune, Angel Leng suddenly turned his head to look at her, his cold eyes shining directly on her.

"Gah..."

Seeing Angel Leng's cold gaze, Angel Yan was frightened, and the words in his mouth stopped abruptly. Looking at her eyes, Angel Yan had no doubt that Angel Leng would probably kill him in the next moment.

Angel Yan kept thinking about where his words offended Angel Leng? Otherwise, why would she look at herself like this?

But after thinking about it over and over again, she still didn't realize that her words related to her in any way. Inexplicably, Angel Yan was confused.

Qin Wuyou rolled his eyes at Angel Yan, the guy who had always been against him and always showing off his presence beside him, and ignored her, turning to look at Angel Leng.

"This person just needs Bian, don't pay attention to her, Leng, why don't you also try to learn some musical instruments?"

"Why?" Angel Leng's three words were concise and concise, but for a few people who were familiar with her, they still understood what she wanted to express.

After saying that, Angel Leng looked at Qin Wuyou in confusion, wondering why he suddenly thought of learning an instrument by himself. "It's also good to learn some musical instruments. Music can soothe your mood and relax your spirit, which is especially suitable for you now. Don't always think about fighting, fighting, fighting every day and live a monotonous and boring life. Look at you now , has almost become a war machine that has no emotions and only knows how to fight. It is not good to continue like this. You have to understand that you are a living being and not a machine. Learning some musical instruments can be used as the spice of life. Do you want to give it a try? I can Teach you."

Qin Wuyou smiled and waved the jade flute in his hand coldly at the angel.

After listening to Qin Wuyou's words, Angel Leng rarely thought seriously for a while, then raised his head and asked: "What to study? Angel's? Earth's?"

"I haven't thought about this, but it's okay. You can learn whatever you want. Music has something in common, and it's not limited to a specific instrument. Whether it's an instrument on earth or an angelic civilization, I have something. As for dabbling, as long as you want to learn, I can teach you.”

"Ask me! Let me ask!" Angel Yan on the side shouted and pointed at his face with two fingers, looking eager to try before Angel Leng could speak.

"Oh? Do you know music?" Qin Wuyou asked in surprise after hearing Angel Yan's words.

"Of course, sister, I am the music master of the angel clan - August Yan! Just ask me. Whether it is an angel's instrument, an earth's instrument, or even an instrument from any civilization in the known universe, I can follow it all. If you speak eloquently, I will definitely give you the most correct advice." Angel Yan raised his head proudly and said triumphantly.

"Really or not? I remember that Earth seemed to have always been the area that Angel Chase was responsible for in the past, right? You must have just been to Earth not long ago, and you also specialized in studying Earth's music?"

"Hey, you can't say it's research." Angel Yan waved his hands and pretended to be embarrassed, and then suddenly changed the subject: "I can only say it's Jute, I understand!"

"Then tell me what musical instrument Leng should learn and which one is more suitable for her. Let me hear your advice as a music master." After hearing Angel Yan's confident words, Qin Wuyou asked tentatively.

Angel Yan looked at Angel Leng with disgust: "With her stunted IQ, it's too difficult for her to learn musical instruments from other civilizations, and she won't be able to learn them. It's too difficult for her. You on Earth are the only ones on earth. Not bad, simple and easy to learn.”

Seeing Angel Yan looking at him with the same gaze, and adding that his words were full of contempt for himself, Angel Leng's already cold face became even colder: "What are you looking at?" look!"

"On Earth? Not bad. You haven't said specifically what should I learn, piano? Violin?"

After hearing Qin Wuyou's question, Angel Yan also withdrew his malicious gaze from Angel Leng.

Angel Yan held his left hand on his stomach to support the elbow of his right hand, and held his chin with his right hand, making a thoughtful look. After a while, he shook his head and slowly said: "It doesn't matter what instrument you learn. , the important thing is that no matter what musical instrument you learn, you must reach its highest state, that is, the integration of human and instrument. Make the instrument full of soul, so that the music you play can connect with your heart. Haven't you noticed? Even Chopin, who is awesome, cannot play the heart-wrenching sadness of a wife running away with someone else."

Listening to Angel Yan's words, Qin Wuyou felt that what she said made sense, and it didn't look like she was deliberately making trouble or talking nonsense. Then he continued to ask: "Then, then... According to you, Leng wants to learn Chinese style. Is a musical instrument more suitable?”

Seeing that Qin Wuyou seemed to have listened to his words, Angel Leng on the side also rarely cast his gaze over. Although he did not speak and his face was as indifferent as ever, Angel Yan knew that Angel Leng was also interested and wanted to Listen to yourself as you continue.

The corner of Angel Yan's mouth curled up with pride, and he raised his index finger with his right hand and shook it in front of him, and said with a smile: "Hey, I didn't say that. But, based on my experience in the music industry for more than 7,000 years, , coupled with your Chinese civilization of more than 5,000 years, we have concluded that the unique secret of choosing musical instruments is - the gong is the most respected musical instrument in the world. When the gong sounds, there are thousands of taels of gold; among all kinds of musical instruments, the suona is the king. . When the suona is played, thousands of people admire it. As the saying goes, if the flute lasts for ten years and the flute lasts for a hundred years, an erhu will break your waist. For a thousand years of pipa and ten thousand years of zither, only the suona shakes the world!"

Angel Yan listened for a moment and saw Qin Wuyou and Angel Leng listening to him carefully. She slowly walked to the fence where Qin Wuyou was sitting on the rooftop, held the guardrail with both hands, jumped hard, and sat down on the guardrail. The two of them sat next to each other, but Qin Wuyou faced outside the room, while Angel Yan faced inside and sat with their backs facing each other.

Angel Yan happily swung his slender white calves and continued: "Isn't learning a musical instrument just to express the joys, sorrows and joys of the world? As the saying goes, this musical instrument is a rogue and the suona is the king. It can either ascend to heaven or worship. It can send you to heaven. Entering the bridal chamber can also blow you up to heaven. There is no wife that the suona cannot welcome, and there is no soul that the suona cannot send away; there is no red cloth that the suona cannot lift, and there is no white cloth that the suona cannot cover. The song is finally completed. Families, the deceased rests in peace with a song. It is easy to live in eight villages in ten miles, but there are so many deserts all over the world that we can’t sleep at night.”

"It can blow you from the full moon to the first seven, let the firecrackers accompany you, make the piano cry, and make the guitar silent. Lie down and listen to the suona, go to work when you wake up, and go up the mountain before you wake up. A towel and a pack of cigarettes, and a suona song makes you cry For a long time, the eyes were closed and the cloth was covered, and relatives and friends were waiting for the food to be served; with a lick of mouth and a throw of chopsticks, the whole village, old and young, went out to fight; walking and carrying, a white field followed behind; the coffin was lifted and buried, Relatives and friends get excited; they cry and shout, fill up the hole and get excited; once the paper is burned and the cannon is fired, the grave is trampled by dogs every day!"

"When the time comes, you will know that the first time you hear the suona sound, you don't know it, but the next time you hear it, you are already a person in a coffin. A suona song blows away the soul, and he will not look back on the road to hell!"

Qin Wuyou was originally listening to Angel Yan's talk with rapt attention, but why did he feel more and more uncomfortable the more he listened? Why does it feel like you are not teaching Angel Leng how to choose an instrument, but you are trying to send her away?

Qin Wuyou turned his head strangely to look at Angel Yan sitting next to him. Yan, how did you manage to talk such serious nonsense? The key is that I know she is talking nonsense, but I can't find any point to refute, and it sounds reasonable.

Seeing Qin Wuyou looking at him with burning eyes, Angel Yan felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by him. He reached out and grabbed his chin and turned his head back.

"How about it, do you think what my sister said is right? If you really don't want to learn suona, I can tell you about other musical instruments..."

Seeing that Angel Yan wanted to continue talking, Qin Wuyou covered her mouth: "Shut up, if you keep talking, I'm afraid I will really have to take out my suona and play you a song."

Qin Wuyou winked at Angel Yan and motioned for her to look at Angel Leng next to her.

Angel Leng's face was extremely dark now, her fists were clenched, and the veins on her forehead showed that she was very manic inside at the moment. His eyes were always staring at Angel Yan's face, as if he was looking for which position would be better for him to attack.

"Hey, why are you looking at me like that? Oh, I understand. You must have been moved by what your sister said. You want to learn it, but you are afraid that you won't be able to learn it, right? That's right. Suona means a lot to you. It’s really difficult for such a single-celled organism. How about... you learn to play the drum? It’s simple and only requires hands. It’s just right for an angel like you with a simple mind and well-developed limbs.”

Angel Yan didn't seem to realize the danger, so he took Qin Wuyou's hand away from covering his mouth and continued to squeeze Angel Leng.

(End of this chapter)