(Anti-theft chapter, replaced at 10 a.m.)

Ying Baoyue stared at the man standing in the middle of the stage. His hands were empty, but the next moment he raised his hand, and the sound of drums that made people's teeth numb would sound in the air.

A thud!

Everyone felt that the blow hit the heart!

The people of Eastern Wu looked even more stunned. An old man with white hair stared at the music pan and muttered, "Dragon drum... The dragon drum was beaten..."

"Dragon Drum?" Jiang Yuanyuan said in a daze under the platform, "What the hell is that?"

"That should have been just a decoration," Zhao Guang raised his hand and pointed to the drum at the end of the music pan, with a dazed look on his face. "It's that drum, but the drummer doesn't beat it, and it's usually just placed there as a symbol of the sound of the music."

The boys looked in the direction of his fingers and saw a big drum standing upright by an ordinary drum. The drum was carved with reliefs of the Blue Dragon God, and the eight dragons were entrenched, with a powerful momentum.

Jiang Yuanyuan took a deep breath and understood what that was.

He had seen similar things in some large music sheds in Nanchu, and the relief on the Nanchu drum was the statue of the Suzaku God.

There were eight sounds in the Zhou Dynasty, and drums were the leader of the group sounds. In ancient times, drums were regarded as divine artifacts that were connected to heaven, mainly used as sacrificial instruments, so some large music sheds were placed such ritual drums as decorations.

After all, such a big drummer cannot play, but is just placed there as a symbol.

No one expected that one day it would be played in the air.

A thud!

Li Ji stood in the center of the stage, his sleeves flying.

"Zhaohuajun! Are you going to start?" The examiner at the music pan heard the drum sound that was louder than the beginning of the bell, and his face turned pale and signaled the bell ringer to ring the bell.

"I haven't started yet," Li Ji stared at the girl beside the music pan. "My consonant has not arrived yet."

She hasn't agreed to him yet.

Ying Baoyue stood quietly by the music pan, looking at a hand stretching out to her in the distance, and listening to the invitation in the sound of drums in his ears.

"How did you know that I can still play the zither?" she asked with a complicated expression.

"I said, Zheng is also known as Qin Zheng," Li Ji said quietly, "I guess, I think you may."

The most popular instrument in Qin State was not the piano, but the zither.

Since he and she met in the Former Qin Dynasty, she should be able to play the zither.

This is his guess and a gamble.

"Guess..." Just because of this false reason, you dare to take the big picture of the world? The examiners on the high platform were stunned when they heard it. Among the stiff people, Wang Jiuyuan suddenly heard the people around him laughing.

"What's wrong with you?" Wang Jiuyuan frowned and looked at Qian Bofang.

"Nothing," Qian Bofang looked subtle and laughed and cried, "I just thought that this Zhao Huajun was really lucky."

It happened to hit the instrument she was best at.

The arrangement he made was actually used by this kid.

"I can play the zither, but I..." Ying Baoyue quietly looked at his left hand.

Although Li Ji stood far away, Ying Baoyue could feel his serious eyes. Looking at her, he quietly spoke, "Is Yin Killing really just something that can kill people?"

Ying Baoyue's eyes condensed, and she lowered her head and became sharper. (Anti-theft chapter, replaced at 10 a.m.)

Ying Baoyue stared at the man standing in the middle of the stage. His hands were empty, but the next moment he raised his hand, and the sound of drums that made people's teeth numb would sound in the air.

A thud!

Everyone felt that the blow hit the heart!

The people of Eastern Wu looked even more stunned. An old man with white hair stared at the music pan and muttered, "Dragon drum... The dragon drum was beaten..."

"Dragon Drum?" Jiang Yuanyuan said in a daze under the platform, "What the hell is that?"

"That should have been just a decoration," Zhao Guang raised his hand and pointed to the drum at the end of the music pan, with a dazed look on his face. "It's that drum, but the drummer doesn't beat it, and it's usually just placed there as a symbol of the sound of the music."

The boys looked in the direction of his fingers and saw a big drum standing upright by an ordinary drum. The drum was carved with reliefs of the Blue Dragon God, and the eight dragons were entrenched, with a powerful momentum.

Jiang Yuanyuan took a deep breath and understood what that was.

He had seen similar things in some large music sheds in Nanchu, and the relief on the Nanchu drum was the statue of the Suzaku God.

There were eight sounds in the Zhou Dynasty, and drums were the leader of the group sounds. In ancient times, drums were regarded as divine artifacts that were connected to heaven, mainly used as sacrificial instruments, so some large music sheds were placed such ritual drums as decorations.

After all, such a big drummer cannot play, but is just placed there as a symbol.

No one expected that one day it would be played in the air.

With a thud! He had seen similar things in some large music sheds in Nanchu, and the relief on the body of Nanchu drum was the statue of the Vermillion Bird God.

There were eight sounds in the Zhou Dynasty, and drums were the leader of the group sounds. In ancient times, drums were regarded as divine artifacts that were connected to heaven, mainly used as sacrificial instruments, so some large music sheds were placed such ritual drums as decorations.

After all, such a big drummer cannot play, but is just placed there as a symbol.

No one expected that one day it would be played in the air.

A thud!

Li Ji stood in the center of the stage, his sleeves flying.

"Zhaohuajun! Are you going to start?" The examiner at the music pan heard the drum sound that was louder than the beginning of the bell, and his face turned pale and signaled the bell ringer to ring the bell.

"I haven't started yet," Li Ji stared at the girl beside the music pan. "My consonant has not arrived yet."

She hasn't agreed to him yet.

Ying Baoyue stood quietly by the music pan, looking at a hand stretching out to her in the distance, and listening to the invitation in the sound of drums in his ears.

"How did you know that I can still play the zither?" she asked with a complicated expression.

"I said, Zheng is also known as Qin Zheng," Li Ji said quietly, "I guess, I think you may."

The most popular instrument in Qin State was not the piano, but the zither.

Since he and she met in the Former Qin Dynasty, she should be able to play the zither.

This is his guess and a gamble.

"Guess..." Just because of this false reason, you dare to take the big picture of the world? The examiners on the high platform were stunned when they heard it. Among the stiff people, Wang Jiuyuan suddenly heard the people around him laughing.

"What's wrong with you?" Wang Jiuyuan frowned and looked at Qian Bofang.

"Nothing," Qian Bofang looked subtle and laughed and cried, "I just thought that this Zhao Huajun was really lucky."

It happened to hit the instrument she was best at.

The arrangement he made was actually used by this kid.

"I can play the zither, but I..." Ying Baoyue quietly looked at his left hand.

Although Li Ji stood far away, Ying Baoyue could feel his serious eyes. Looking at her, he quietly spoke, "Is Yin Killing really just something that can kill people?"

Ying Baoyue's eyes narrowed, and he lowered his head and became sharper.

"I believe you can control it," Li Ji said lightly, "You know, I never tell lies."

"I believe you can control it," Li Ji said lightly, "You know, I never tell lies."

Li Ji stood in the center of the stage, his sleeves flying.

"Zhaohuajun! Are you going to start?" The examiner at the music pan heard the drum sound that was louder than the beginning of the bell, and his face turned pale and signaled the bell ringer to ring the bell.

"I haven't started yet," Li Ji stared at the girl beside the music pan. "My consonant has not arrived yet."

She hasn't agreed to him yet.
Chapter completed!