Doomsday Totem

Chapter 641
There was fine snow in the sky, and the ground of the city was cold and damp.

Just when the remnants of glory in Sun Plaza made everyone panic, a respected old musician stood up.In the largest stadium in Elk City, a grand concert was held.

The scene was full of enthusiasm and there was no empty seats.Elites from all over the world, merchants, dignitaries, and high-ranking military and political officials came here one after another.The song "Eternal Holy Light" spread throughout the world of Yincheng through TV and radio stations.The solemn, holy, high-spirited and bright music echoes in the high-rise buildings and jade buildings in the city, inspiring the hearts of thousands of people.

All the members of the Temple Presbyterian Church gathered in front of the large TV curtain wall, tears streaming down their faces.For this reason, the elders of the Clemens family also issued a brief but sublime comment: "Sound of nature, legendary musician."

And the scene of the concert was even more amazing.

"It's been 20 years, and I haven't heard such a wonderful movement." "Old Gus is the only one who can play the hymn so touchingly." People, much deeper." "Hahaha..."

After the song was played, the 90-year-old musician stood up, left the piano, walked to the front of the stage, bowed to the audience, and immediately attracted a tsunami of applause.

Enthusiasm, a long time can not calm down.

He was full of energy, wearing a well-tailored tuxedo, and his thin body stood upright, looking like an old gentleman in Silver City.

"Praise the supreme true God, we will eventually overcome everything and win." The old musician said, his voice was sonorous and powerful, and warm applause rang out again.

"Now, please listen to the Love Song of the Golden River." Old Music bowed deeply, returned to the piano, flicked his dovetail back, and sat down.Then slowly raised his hand, tapped lightly, and the beautiful movement immediately flowed out, lingering endlessly.

The Golden River is located in the beautiful and rich Golden Triangle, the territory of the Lombard family.Whenever the morning sun shines or the sun sets, the river surface will glow with golden luster, which is as beautiful as a fairyland.

There have been many poignant stories in this beautiful river, the lover who died in love, the sleeping knight, the noble lady who looked forward to the autumn water, the desperate maid...

The sad and brisk movement tells the beauty of love, the sadness of love, the joy of love and the fearlessness of love.

Unknowingly, people are immersed in the beauty and melancholy of the past. The youthful years, the years of first love, and the past have become clouds of smoke. Looking back suddenly, it has been a lifetime.

At the end of the song, the applause was like thunder.

"I don't know if she's doing well." A senior official rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Young and ignorant, you missed it." A wealthy businessman took out a handkerchief and wiped his eyes.

"I shouldn't have driven him away." A lady sobbed.

"I should confess." "We used to be at the same table." "He gave me a necklace." "I really want to see her." The beautiful movement touched the softest part of people's hearts.

The next song is the famous western song "Romance Under the Night Sky".

The melody is light and melodious, like fireflies in the night sky, flying through the silent forest and the secluded path.

Lovers embrace each other, whisper, stroll under the moon, and enjoy the time.

At the end of the song, people commented and talked a lot.

"He will surely go down in the annals of history and become one of the greatest musicians in human history." Someone predicted.

"It is said that his talent is ordinary. He only started to learn the piano at the age of 15. For 30 years, he worked hard and became a master." Someone sighed.

"In order to play the most beautiful music, he has undergone dozens of operations on both hands, and the bones are full of steel nails." Someone added.

"Old Gus is a role model for my generation, persevering and self-disciplined." Someone praised.

In the following time, one after another famous pieces of music slowly flowed out from the hands of the old musicians, calming people's restless emotions.

Before I knew it, it was late at night, the end of the concert.

The old musician stood up again, bowed to the audience, and then supported the piano, talking about a past event.

"When I was 15, I met her and I thought..."

"I'm going to play her at my high school graduation for the whole school to hear."

"Unfortunately, my wish came true."

"When I was 30 years old, I hoped to play her in a bigger venue, but my wish still failed."

"At the age of 50, I made a decision, I want to go to the highest stage in the world, so that everyone can hear her."

"Now, my wish is finally coming true."

There was warm applause, and several young and bold girls came to the stage and presented bouquets.

"It must be an indescribably beautiful piece." "I have a hunch that this will be an unforgettable night." "Great old Gus, great music." The audience whispered, talking about the old musician's upcoming A nameless piece of music played.

The old musician smiled, took the flowers and placed them on the piano.Then he straightened his collar, straightened the hem of the clothes, returned to the seat, shook off the dovetail, and sat down solemnly.

As always, he slowly raised his hand and tapped the first note lightly.

The profound and long movement, accompanied by the trembling of the strings, is like a winding river, quietly flowing into the distance.

There is the sadness of leaving homeland, the sadness of missing relatives, and the reluctance to see off friends.

The melodious melody seems to tell an ancient story.

The farewell of friends, the exhortations of relatives, and the gaze of lovers.

Ten miles away, reluctant to part...

The sound gradually became smaller, and just when the audience thought the song was over, the old music suddenly raised his hands, flexed his fingers, and slammed on the keys like an eagle pouncing a rabbit or a thunder falling from the sky.

A clank resounded through the heavens and the earth.

The momentum of the music rose in vain.Like a sword unsheathed, ten thousand horses roar together, horns sound, and war drums shake the sky.

Vigorous and mighty, invincible.

"Forbidden music by cult, he is playing forbidden music by cult!" Someone finally heard it, his face turned pale, and his voice trembled.

There was an uproar in Nuo Da's stadium.

"Ah!" "What!" "What's going on?" Many people were bewildered and didn't react.

"Cover your ears, don't listen!" "Stop him, stop him quickly." "Guard, guard!" "Kill this lunatic!" Some shouted at the guards, panicked.

At the same time, in the ward of the Crown District Hospital, several temple elders left over from the previous era with various transparent thin tubes inserted into their bodies, the moment the battle song was played, their heartbeats fluttered, and they soon died. became a straight line.

In the stadium, the audience was screaming and chaotic.

The belated guards drew their pistols, aimed at the old musician on stage, and shot without warning.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

For a while, the sound of piano, gunshots, and shouts mixed together, making the rhythm of the music even higher.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

The old musician shook his head, his hands were flying, he played heartily, and laughed loudly.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The gunfire kept on, the piano sounded, the broken wood was flying, and the gunpowder smoke filled the air.

"I am Starless Light, Salados."

"We're back!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"We're back!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Blood flowers bloom, the strings crack, the laughter is like thunder, and the singing is endless!

On the second day after the old musician's blood stained the stage, in the Tiandu of the Far East Continent, outside the Snake Clan Square.

An old beggar with shabby clothes, disheveled hair and a string of bamboo strips tied around his waist was raising his hand to drive away a well-dressed young man.

"Just send it here, get out!" said the old beggar cursingly.

The young man was crying and stood where he was, unwilling to leave.

The old beggar pushed him, but he didn't move at all, and cursed, "You've grown up, your bones have hardened, you're disobedient, aren't you?"

The young man didn't speak or move.

Seeing this, the old beggar softened his heart, and sighed, "You are still young, so you can't follow me here. As the saying goes, good steel should be used on the blade. If you want to, go to Beihuang."

The young man stood there without saying a word.

"Good boy, be obedient, go back." The old beggar patted him on the shoulder.

With a puff, the young man knelt down and kowtowed three times to the old beggar.

"The kindness of nurturing never forgets." After finishing speaking, the young man got up and left.

It wasn't until the former's back disappeared from sight that the old beggar wiped his eyes and looked at the densely packed crowd in the square and the heavily armed snake clan guards around him.

Afterwards, he untied his large backpack, took out the bits and pieces on his body, and threw them on the ground.When he took off the bamboo string, he held it in his hand and looked at it for a while, and finally put it next to the backpack.

Then, he took out a gray cloth bag from the side of the backpack, and walked to the center of the square step by step.

At the flag stand, there are three circles of guards standing inside and outside, armed with live ammunition and heavily guarded.

The old man watched from a distance, stopped, took a deep breath, and shook off his backpack.

A bright red flag rises in the wind.

I saw him holding the two corners of the flag with both hands, running wildly in the square, shouting like a madman.

"May the holy fire shine!"

The people around looked over one after another. At the beginning, they were a little stunned, and even thought it was funny.A mad beggar ran about in the square, yelling indistinct nonsense.

"Rang Rang... a few friends... Rang Rang... this big brother... Rang Rang... a few aunts... Rang Rang..." The old beggar couldn't stop when he encountered a crowded place.

"May the holy fire shine!" Gradually, they heard clearly.So, he spontaneously got out of the way.

"I am the Spear of Gale, the Tang Family of Nancheng!"

"We're back!"

The old beggar was wearing a flag and was jumping while running, so excited.Like a boat parting the water, people retreated to both sides wherever they went.

"May the holy fire shine!"

"Disturbing the law and order is simply crazy, go and arrest him!" A guard captain with a gloomy face looked at the crazy old beggar not far away, and ordered loudly.

However, there was silence behind him, and there was no neat response as usual.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" The captain of the defense urged, but still no one responded.He turned his head, only to find that the team members were all staring ahead, with their hands behind their backs. They couldn't help frowning, and shouted in a deep voice, "You want to rebel!"

Unexpectedly, this group of team members who were submissive to him on weekdays and dared not speak loudly would completely ignore him at this moment.

"Damn it!" the captain of the defense cursed with a gloomy face, pulled out his pistol, pulled the safety catch, aimed at the old beggar, and pulled the trigger.

"Oh!"

"Uh……"

The gun rang, but it wasn't the captain's gun.

He lowered his head and looked at his chest in disbelief, blood was pouring out.Finally, it fell crookedly.

"May the holy fire shine!"

The old beggar ran and ran, this was the most face-saving time in his life.Everyone made way for him and cast respectful glances.

"May the holy fire be brilliant!" Someone shouted after him.Immediately afterwards, like a match thrown into an oil depot, there was a bang.

"May the Holy Fire shine!" "May the Holy Fire shine!" "May the Holy Fire shine!" "May the Holy Fire shine!" "May the Holy Fire shine!" "May the Holy Fire shine!"

In an instant, the shouts were like thunder, shaking heaven and earth.

The voice reached the Heavenly Snake Palace, "Bi Qinglan" sighed, and said, "Let the flag of the Xinghai Society, and raise the flag of the fire war."

(End of this chapter)