Sovereign of the Era

"What is this?"

"Is this an instrument?"

After seeing the Xi Qin and Qin bow in Lin Yun's hand, everyone was confused and had never seen such a strange instrument.

One by one, even Yan Tianchen was surprised and frowned: "is this Xi Qin?"

"Xi Qin was lost long ago No one knows the score or the way of playing it. " Luo Shuyi was surprised, and Lin Wan was also surprised.

Even the month Wei Wei, at the moment also quite doubts.

"Xi Qin? Ha ha ha, Lin Xiao, it's really you

Mei Zi smiles and shakes his head. He had some expectations before. What cards can Lin Yun take out? It's just Xi Qin that makes him laugh.

It has long been lost, not now.

In ancient times, it was lost. No one knew how to play it. As for music score, there was no way to talk about it. Even if you don't know how to play, or even what sound it is, no one knows how to make music.

"Green lotus holy snow!"

Plum painting looks arrogant, a light smile, piano tone changes.

Obviously, it is the rosefinch across the sky, the fire clouds burn the sky, but it is snowing white. On the surface of the lake, lotus flowers rose one after another. While playing the piano, he cleared the court. His voice was beautiful and beautiful, and had an ancient charm.

Lin Yun is about to pull Xi Qin. A green lotus rises under his feet. The green lotus blooms, and a burning breath explodes in an instant.

Shua!

Ready to pull up the string, had to give up, toes on the water.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The body shape is constantly flashing, avoiding the blooming green lotus.

Not long, Lin Yun became more embarrassed, plum painting face smile more thick. After death, nine maidens played music at the same time, which made this song more concise.

Obviously, these people often play in concert, with tacit understanding and harmonious rhythm.

Add plum painting songs, those falling snowflakes, as if with life in general smart.

How cold!

Lin Yun beat a shiver, found that his body did not know when, already covered with frost.

Stiff limbs and inconvenient hands and feet.

Want to force all become difficult, bang, is a green lotus bloom, Lin Yun dodge not urgent, was directly blown out.

"Lin Xiao, it seems that these nine beauties have no luck to take away. If you have this ability, don't try to be a hero. Just let Sansheng fruit out. "

The smile of plum is incomparable.

He is arrogant and arrogant, but it can be seen that he is not so lofty in the face of Lin Yun.

At present, it is still arrogant, but it is mainly ridicule.

"That's it!"

Plum painting a light smile, Meixue God refers to the urge, the lake is covered with more than a thousand green lotus released a light light.

The rosefinch circling in the sky, under the sound of the zither, spits out a bright flame.

Boom!

In a flash, more than a thousand green lotus on the lake were ignited at the same time. The green lotus on the lake was in full bloom, and the fire reflected the holy snow all over the sky, which was so beautiful that it was suffocating.

People hold their breath, only feel scalp numbness, too terrible.

The melody of plum painting is perfect!

It's hard to imagine that his artistic conception is at its peak.

Before that, people thought that he was some scoundrels. They had already been defeated, and they had to take nine maids to fight against Lin Yun.

But now I have to say, this man is really a musical genius, afraid that sooner or later he will understand the voice of the emperor.

I can't think of any way to beat him.

On the ship, the master of Langya palace was stunned by these visions. All the elders are stupid. Is this really what young people play?

Their spiritual cultivation is stronger than plum painting. The ancient music of Qinglian Shengxue can even play, and the vision they play may be more powerful than plum painting.

But if the image wants to be so perfect, I can't even think of it. The gap in musical attainments is too big.

"Jiuqu lingdeng green lotus drunk, the sky snow to endless."

Month Wei Wei and others around sounded a light sigh, they several people hurriedly look back, but it is muxueling who does not know when quietly appears.

Several people even busy way: "Saint elder, this song can break?"

Muxueling shakes her head and doesn't speak. Several people look gloomy. On Weiwei's face, she looks sad. Brother Yun's Sansheng fruit has not yet covered the heat.

Last night when playing the piano, on Weiwei see, Lin Yun see Sansheng fruit eyes are very satisfied.

It was his rare happiness, and he attached great importance to Sansheng Guoyun.

Luo Shu could not help but say: "this plum painting is too mean!"

On the Shuangyue lake, Lin Yun was struggling and fell into this perfect vision. In other people's eyes, he seems to be out of place and excluded by the vision of heaven and earth.

Clumsy and stiff.Snowflakes fell on him one by one, and every time they fell, his movements became much slower.

If it goes on like this, it will move sooner or later!

"Oh, this guy is as famous as he is today. When he meets plum painting, he is like a clown." Some are sad, others are happy.

The red taro beside Qin Hao, with a sarcastic look on his face, said happily.

"The barbarians are not clean up. It's naive to think that they can compete with the people of Shenle aristocratic family if they get the first place in Langya."

Qin Hao took over the quarrel and sneered coldly.

The two voices did not deliberately lower, it was easy to spread out, Luo Shuyi and others heard, their faces are very ugly.

This actually represents the mind of many people. Before Lin Yun was too public, he could not lift his head under the pressure of many holy land demons.

In the final battle, we won the first place.

Many of the best in the holy land lose to Lin Yun, but they are quite unconvinced.

If they had to choose, they would have lost to Mei Zi. At least they were the sons of Shenle family.

It's not a shame to lose!

Can lose to Lin Yun, this face is lost too much.

Now, seeing Lin Yun frustrated, these people's minds become delicate. After Qin Hao and Hua Hongyu take the lead, they immediately have a whisper.

"It's really ridiculous. I thought there was some way to get Xi Qin out after a long time. That's all?"

Qin Hao said scornfully, which immediately caused a burst of tacit laughter.

Qin Hao, shut up

Yan Tianchen cold drink way.

Qin Hao said with a smile, "ha ha, am I wrong? No one really thinks that this barbarian can play Xi Qin, right? If he's really capable, he'll play one for me, Qin... "

Yan Tianchen angry way: "you don't too much!"

"Is it urgent? That's all? "

Qin Hao sneered.

Yan Tianchen is extremely hard to bear. His face changes. Lin Yun is trapped. He is worried. When he hears the angry words, he is extremely bent.

Poop!

Yan Tianchen, who was injured in the body, was furious and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Qin Hao saw this, his face changed slightly, and he felt a little guilty.

Hua Hong taro is not reluctant, insidious way: "you don't worry, later Lin Yun will only hurt more than you!"

"It seems that the wound on your face is getting better too soon." The cold way of moon Weiwei.

She was slapped twice in public by Lin Yun that day, which is the biggest humiliation she has suffered since she was born.

Hua Hong Taro's face was black, and his eyes were filled with resentment: "don't be complacent. You will cry when you are going to cry! This barbarian can't give up now. Sooner or later, he will be frozen to death! "

On Shuangyue lake, Lin Yun holds Xi Qin in one hand and Qin bow in the other.

The bow is on the top of Xi Qin, but people have already been covered by wind and snow, as if sculpture can not move.

The snow is falling continuously, which contains holy power.

Lin Yun's body is covered layer by layer, like a heavy mountain in the past. He is in a very dangerous situation at the moment.

Brother Yun

Yue Weiwei doesn't care about fighting with Hua Hong taro. Her eyes fall on Lin Yun and her eyes are full of heartache.

Her beautiful eyes are melancholy, she nibbles at her red lips, and her right fist is clenched unconsciously.

Squeak!

Just when everyone felt that Lin Yun was doomed to defeat, there was a harsh sound on Shuangyue lake, which was extremely ugly, like the creaking of an old broken wooden door.

Among the many wonderful piano sounds, this strange sound is extremely harsh.

Shua Shua!

Lin Yun, who has become a snowman, shakes off some snowflakes on his body, and the creaking sound is more and more harsh. His movement is very rigid, covered by snow, his action is quite strange.

What's going on?

But plum painting did not know why, this creaking strange sound, let him feel extremely dangerous, a deep voice: "green lotus flying in the sky!"

Behind him, the nine maids rose up in the air, and their instruments became very solemn.

Boom!

One after another, the green lotus is burning with fire, like a flickering holy lamp, and the music reverberating between heaven and earth becomes very solemn and solemn.

It seems that there are distant Songs across time and space, shuttling to the present, offering sacrifices to the ancient gods.

But the snow man like Lin Yun, the movement is gradually smooth up, in the harsh squeak, the layers of holy snow covered on the body continue to fall.

Bang!

Half ring, a startling noise, Lin Yun covered with layers of snow directly exploded.

Whoa!

Lin Yun took a deep breath, looked at Xi Qin in his hand, and murmured in a low voice: "almost overturned This erhu is not easy to play. "

Xi Qin practice, after all, not as much as Qin Xiao.

Plus the top has been dodging each other's green lotus, always unable to play the real music.Lin Yun held the bow and tried the tone again.

"Younger brother Lin!"

Luo Shuyi and others on the shore are anxious.

Turning a deaf ear, Lin Yun has been lowering his head to test the sound, and his look is quite serious.

"This guy?"

Plum painting in the eyes of a flash of doubt, cold drink: "regardless of him, green lotus serve God!"

Boom!

When the tune becomes extremely passionate, a brilliant light comes down from the supreme star in thirty-six days.

The next moment, the light will be a layer of holes broken, light condensed into a shadow, slowly toward the sky circled down the rosefinch.

Boom!

In an instant, the melody of plum painting and others became very solemn and sacred. It seems that the figure falling 36 days ago is really a God.

The vast and boundless pressure came down, and the people near the lake almost suffocated.

"It's over

Seeing this scene, the two words appeared in their minds almost at the same time.

But at this time, between heaven and earth, sounded a sound of music that no one had ever heard.

That sound, indescribable, but the voice is distant and bright, with a trace of hoarseness and vicissitudes.

Before everyone had time to respond, bursts of cheerful tunes came out from Xi Qin in Lin Yun's hands.

When the shadow of the spirit, which was about to fall in those 36 days, was about to fall on the rosefinch, the tune played by Xi Qin finally came out.

It was a galloping horse galloping on the vast prairie.

Running between the dust, everyone can clearly feel the mood.

Different from the solemn melody of plum painting, this music is cheerful and melodious, as if all the sadness in the world does not exist.

In a flash, all the Qin, Xiao, Zheng and flute on Shuangyue Lake were suppressed by Xi Qin.

Plum painting and other people's eyes showed a look of extreme surprise, the tune was disrupted in an instant, no matter how played, can not deduce the sacred and solemn artistic conception.

At this moment, he was completely infected by the tune played by Lin Yunxi.

This is a horse race!

Lin Yun's mouth raised a smile, which is right. He was in a happy mood and played more and more happily.

Under his deliberate display of skills, the erhu in his hand makes a series of horse neighing, which is almost the same as the real sound of a horse.

All the people by the lake were shocked and looked at the past in disbelief.

This is Xi Qin?

Is this the sound of Xi Qin?

Hua Hongyu and Qin Hao are stupid. Xi Qin, which was lost in ancient times, can be played.

Moreover, such a tune has never been seen in Kunlun, and other musical instruments can not be played.

Boom!

Under the influence of the horse race, the shadow of the deity became a little dim. The nine maids were in a state of distress and confusion. They were all a little unable to play and play the piano.

"Kill the wolf!"

Meizihua's face changed, and he resolutely gave up Qinglian shishenqu. Without absolute piety to the gods, the Qinglian shishenqu was absolutely impossible to succeed.

Since it was a cheerful tune, he was killed directly with the most violent attack.

A few people changed their tune in an instant, and the storm surged and the sound of killing rocked the sky.

The melodies played by the nine people turned into thousands of troops fighting against Lin Yun. Countless soldiers and soldiers came with murderous spirit and rolling dust.

"Good come."

With a faint smile, Lin Yun changed from a horse racing to a racing horse.

The horse galloping is a famous erhu music in the past. It has endless exciting atmosphere. Lin Yun controls the bow and plays the horse galloping at a very fast speed.

Boom!

With the stirring tune going on, the officers and men rode galloping horses, straddling horses and crossing guns.

The sound is sonorous and powerful, the smoke of gunpowder is rolling, the wind is cool and the horses are galloping. All people are in the scene, and they are completely substituted into it, as if they are in an illusion.

The next moment, the horses neigh, the wind and the lightning, ten thousand horses charged.

The other party rushed over thousands of horses, a rout, a horse from behind Lin Yun rushed out, will kill the wolf directly smashed.

Poop!

In such a fierce confrontation, plum painting hums, and the nine maids spit blood stains.

Lin Yun, however, rose up. Like a saw, he imitated the horse's Leaping forelimbs and hissing excitedly and repeatedly.

"Back off!"

Plum painting led a few people back and said in a cold voice, "the red lotus perishes!"

But he had just played the string, but found that Lin Yun had changed again. The melody of Xi Qin was extremely sad. As soon as the melody sounded, there was endless sadness in his heart.

Two springs reflect the moon!

It is Xi Qin's most classic repertoire. No matter how cheerful and exciting the erhu is, its main melody is always sad and sad.Under the performance of Erquan yingyue, Xi Qin's own characteristics have been played to the limit.

Under Lin Yun's performance, Xi Qin's music sometimes deep, sometimes passionate, sometimes proud, the only constant is eternal grief and resentment.

Almost everyone has been infected. For a while, they forget that they are fighting for the top again.

Forget about this, plum painting and Lin Yun are fighting, only the sound of Xi Qin, sad and profound melody.

Poop!

The other nine people, however, could no longer hold on to it. Their faces were full of pain and tried their best to resist the omnipresent rhythm.

Click!

The green lotus flying in the sky, broken one after another, wandering in the sky, the rosefinch gradually became dim.

Almost all of the nine maids behind him fainted.

But plum painting did not pay attention to, look crazy playing the string, but he was surprised to find that his string has no sound!!

He couldn't play any sound. To be exact, his temperament was all lost in the other's.

Bang!

When the rosefinch is completely dark and colorless, the strings in plum painting hands should be broken, and his whole person is confused. How can this be possible?

"A broken heart, where to find a bosom friend."

Lin Yun Long said a word, Xi Qin sound gradually stopped.

Poop!

Plum painting and others are no longer able to support, have spit out a large mouth of blood, before the music of sadness into their bodies burst out.

The dry intestines are broken and the five internal organs are split.

They all covered their chest and knelt down on the lake. Their faces were so pale that they didn't have any blood color.

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