Invincible Sword Soul

Chapter 1032 Is This Question Important
"If I was afraid, I wouldn't bet with you, let's start!"

Lynch didn't want to be too lazy, someone had already prepared the piano, both sides were the same, and now they were playing the score, whoever was better would naturally be the winner.

Jiang Feiyu and the others all flew over and did not participate in the matter, so they became referees by default.

"See how you die in a while."

Yao Qian let out a cold snort, and nodded towards the person behind him. A middle-aged man in his 40s came out, holding a Guqin in his hand, and sat down peacefully.

"Old man Song Xiang, it is my honor to compete with you today."

This middle-aged man was quite polite, but his tone was very cold, because today was a battle of life and death, and there was no room for loss.

"Please!"

Lynch already had the repertoire in mind, so he was not in a hurry, and there was no trace of anxiety.

"Then I'll show my ugliness first."

Song Xiang played the qin with both hands, and the melody appeared, and the sound of the qin was long, giving people a scene of spring coming. It was indeed the right time and the occasion, and they worked hard.

The melody is getting longer and longer, even Sun Zhong and others have to admire, the other party is definitely a master of piano.

They were secretly worried about Lynch, whether he had any chance of winning when he met such a master.

Although the repertoire he played in the Seven Buddha Pagoda is very powerful, it is not suitable for the surrounding scenery, and it is definitely not suitable for use. It is difficult for a strong man to play and write music on the spot.

The most difficult thing now is not to play, but to compose music on the spot, which is a bit too difficult.

Song Xiang's farewell poem for the Qingming Festival is performed so vividly that even Lin Qi has to admire it. This piece of music is definitely written by a famous artist.

A song was over, and the surroundings fell into silence. Yao Qian clapped desperately to cheer Song Xiang up.

"Lynch, it's your turn now, please write the score."

Yao Qian was so angry that Li Xiao gritted his teeth with hatred, but there was nothing he could do.

"Lynch, don't worry, they didn't say how much time it will take just now, just think about it slowly."

Luo Xiu came out at this time, telling Lynch not to worry too much, if he lost Qin Dao, then there would be no need to continue the next game.

"Yes, there is no time limit anyway, let's think about it slowly."

Li Xiao followed suit. At worst, he couldn't think of a good song after thinking about it for a day and a night.

Lin Qi responded with a smile to the kindness of the few people, and the people around were watching. If he really composes for a day and a night, there is no need to compete, he can get out of Lingyun Pavilion by himself.

"It took you five days and five nights to come up with the Qingming farewell song just now, and it was written by more than one person, am I right?"

Lin Qi had a sarcastic smile, which made Song Xiang look ashamed, and it was obvious that Lynch had guessed it right.

"Lynch, can't you afford to lose? We agreed to compose the music on the spot, how can we cheat? If you admit defeat, it's still too late, and we will consider saving your life."

Yao Qian continued to pop out, but of course he would not admit that this piece of music was indeed written by countless piano masters.

"I said this to tell you that even if you have prepared for five days and five nights, you will die here today. It took five days to write such rubbish works. I really look down on you."

In terms of the ability to piss people off, Lynch is no worse than Yao Qian, on the contrary, he is even better.

As soon as these words came out, Yao Qian and the others turned pale with anger.

"Lynch, what's the skill of talking and talking, please write now."

Talking to Lynch, but delaying the opponent, Yao Qian urged.

"Hmph, let me show you what the real Dao of Qin is."

Lynch sat down cross-legged, and placed a Guqin in front of him, Lingyun Pavilion was ready.

Countless people stared at Lin Qi alone, wanting to see what kind of tunes he could make in such a short period of time. Song Xiang's tunes just barely reached the level of Emperor Qin.

Restraining his expression, he slowly put his hands on the guqin. Jiang Yu's gaze was full of hope. He had experienced too many things in the past few days.

"The window shines through the window, the sun shines on the west bridge, and the clouds shake themselves."

"I think of the corners of your clothes that were swayed in the wind."

"Woodcarving's golden years and ripples were sealed seven years ago."

"Because I spend my life only for you."

"The rain wet my eyes, and I look forward to returning home every year."

"I'm most afraid that the tears have been split into two lines before I realize it."

"I wandered in the world and couldn't find your paradise."

"I can't wait to forget it."

"It's the Qingming rain again, and Zheju sent it to you."

"Sing softly your favorite song."

The antique sound of the piano, Lynch's tone, sounded little by little, full of tenderness and sunshine, and the surrounding flowers, plants and trees seemed to feel the breath of Lynch, and swayed left and right.

When the chrysanthemum was sent to you, he looked at Jiang Yu, picked a blooming chrysanthemum, and flew to Jiang Yu.

This situation caused countless people to be dumbfounded, especially those women, who shed tears.

"It's so touching. If it were me, I would definitely agree with you at this time."

A female disciple was deeply attracted by Lynch's singing. It was a love song, which seemed to be written for Jiang Yu.

In front of countless people, she took the initiative to confess her love, making Jiang Yu blush, took the chrysanthemum, and carefully put it into her arms.

The sound of the piano is still going on, and the song is also echoing.

"There is a qin in the distance, it is so ethereal, and its sound reminds the sky of rain."

It just so happened that the sky was gloomy at this moment, and it was raining heavily during the Ching Ming season. In this season, it could rain at any time. Lin Qi was once again in tune with the occasion, perfectly blending in with the surrounding world.

"Talk to yourself what's on your mind."

"Moon shadows and fireworks are several candles red."

"Old dreams in the world of mortals are all empty."

"The rain wets my eye sockets, leaning on the well every year and looking forward to returning to the church."

Singing here, Li Xiao and others shed tears. There is Lynch's own story, which is full of sadness.

There is no one to talk about his worries, and his dreams are all empty. How many things did Lynch go through before he could sing such amazing words.

Countless people were intoxicated by this song, even Pavilion Master Lingyun fell silent, Song Xiang fell into deep thought, Yao Qian didn't dare to speak anymore, his mouth widened, he couldn't believe that this song was composed by Lynch on the spot.

This situation, together with presenting flowers to Jiang Yu, and narrating his own thoughts, are completely written on the spot!This is not something that can be imitated.

Jiang Feiyu was also dumbfounded. Is this the Lynch he knew? How could he be so versatile.

"My mother! This song actually made me cry."

Elder Liu wiped the corners of his eyes, unknowingly, he also felt homesick.

"I want to cry too!"

There is nothing to be ashamed of. Lynch's song touched the weakest part of people's hearts.

"I'm most afraid of tearing apart two lines without feeling tears."

"I'm wandering in the world and can't find your paradise."

"I can't wait to forget it."

After singing here, Lynch also shed two tears in the corner of his eyes. This was not intentional, it was because Lynch was in a state of mind. This song not only had a strong auditory impact on the people present, but also shocked him very much.

"It's the Qingming rain again, and Zheju sent it to you."

"Sing softly your favorite song."

"Sing softly..."

Unknowingly, the sound of the zither disappeared, and countless birds flew over from all directions and landed beside Lin Qi, afraid of destroying the artistic conception, they did not dare to make a sound.

The trees that were rustling just now seemed to have stopped at this moment, and the entire mountain seemed to have been cast with a holding spell.

"Look, those flowers are all in bloom."

The small flowers with small bone buds originally bloomed in some days, but at this moment, all of them bloomed.

Moreover, they are vying to open up, so that the entire mountain peak is immersed in the ocean of flowers, and the scenery is extremely magnificent.

Those birds and butterflies hovered around Lynch and refused to leave, hoping that Lynch could play a song.

The rain stopped, the sun shone down, and a curved rainbow hung upside down in the sky. Coupled with this situation, this is a fairyland on earth.

"Hiss..."

Finally someone withdrew from this artistic conception, and the sound of gasping for air resounded throughout the sky.

"It's such a wonderful song. I feel like my ears have enjoyed a feast. I'm afraid I will never hear such a beautiful song again in this life."

Luo Xiu sat on the ground, picked up a jug of wine, and gulped it down. She just wanted to drink at the moment.

The others also reacted, picked up the wine jars one after another, and shouted happily.

"Go and get the wine."

Pavilion Master Lingyun yelled, someone was going to get drinks soon, this is a feast of music, how can we do without wine.

Without any status, everyone just wanted to drink at the moment, and the entire Lingyun Pavilion was filled with the aroma of wine.

Sima Feng's face turned ashen. Even he was infected by this piece of music. Comparing Song Xiang's piece just now, it was rubbish.

"Lynch, what's the name of this song, tell me quickly."

Li Xiao took out the paper and pen, and wrote down the melody and lyrics just now, and he had to study it carefully when he went back, trying to recover it.

"It's raining on Qingming."

Lynch stood up, his eyes returned to calm, and the tears in the corners of his eyes disappeared. There was a mood swing just now. This is a good thing, which proves that Lynch has vented all the depression during this period.

"What a Qingming rain, I will remember it!"

Not only Li Xiao memorized it, but everyone also memorized it. They all took out paper and pens to record the lyrics.

"I've decided that starting tomorrow, I'm going to study the Qin Dao secretly."

A disciple suddenly stood up, wanting to change the Dao of the Qin and give up the Dao of Talismans.

"Count me in, I also want to practice the piano way."

More and more people joined in, Lynch had black hair, he just imitated Xu Song's Qingming Rain, and it brought such an effect.

Who is Xu Song?

Lynch didn't know either. He learned from Chang'e that there seemed to be a powerful music library where he could search countless songs, so he chose this one.

Everyone was still intoxicated by the song just now, and even forgot that there was a competition between them.

Everyone discussed with each other and figured out the artistic conception in the lyrics and music just now.

"Lynch, tell me honestly, did you really compose this song on the spot?"

Sun Zhong still couldn't believe it, such a beautiful song, without having to conceive it, just play it on the spot, it's too monstrous.

Those warriors from all directions also looked over, wanting to find out whether Lynch was writing on the spot.

"Is this question important?"

Lynch didn't explain, just smiled lightly, and everyone laughed too.

"Yes, is this question important?"

Li Xiao also laughed, and countless people laughed. It was the people from Sima Villa who cheated. They prepared the repertoire in advance and came to compete with Lynch.

(End of this chapter)