"Oh, otherwise, just think that I haven't passed. You should continue to play the piano when it's time." Zhang Shizhao looked at him with that look in his eyes, how could he not understand what he was thinking. But with his talent, even if he practiced hard,
Even if he has some achievements, can he surpass Huangfu Qingjue?
I originally scolded him a few words to make him wake up and let go, but unexpectedly it pushed him to another extreme. Zhang Shizhao was also a little helpless.
"I already...have...a place in my heart, what's the use of the harp?" Zhang Yuhong shook his head and sighed. He wanted to smash the harp, but he was a little reluctant to let it go. He couldn't help playing the harp and singing, "Although the flowing water is ruthless, the falling flowers
But intentionally..."
The low and slightly magnetic voice drifted away with the wind, carrying unspeakable resentment and endless sorrow. I have to say that Zhang Yuhong actually has a pretty good voice. He has the ability to show off his elegance.
Zhang Shizhao turned around and left, but suddenly turned around and looked at Zhang Yuhong in surprise: "Yuhong, you just..."
"What...what happened?" Zhang Yuhong stopped and looked at his father inexplicably.
"You stopped stuttering just now." Zhang Shizhao said in surprise.
"Yes...yes..., no...no stuttering...stuttering." Zhang Yuhong also realized that when he sang that song just now, he really stopped stuttering, but this time he started talking again.
"You try playing the piano and singing a few more lines." Zhang Shizhao quickly thought of the reason and urged.
"Okay, okay." Zhang Yuhong quickly played the piano and sang a song, and as expected, he didn't stutter at all.
"So this can cure your stutter, great, great." Zhang Shizhao said happily.
"But...but, you...can't...all...sing like this, right?" Zhang Yuhong was very happy at first, but soon turned bitter.
"What does it matter? It's better than this." Zhang Shizhao felt dizzy when he heard him stutter, and even his scalp felt numb.
"Then...well, father, you go to bed first, I still have something to think about." Zhang Yuhong just said the first sentence, but he found it difficult, and he couldn't help but play the piano while half speaking and half singing, and it turned out to be much smoother.
But the flow is smooth, but the intonation needs to be weird and weird. Isn't that nonsense? It's no problem to ask him to sing some music. He can sing every sentence in a nice tune. How can he be so awesome?
Zhang Shizhao's scalp was numb just now, but his whole body was still numb and trembling as if he had received an electric shock.
"Speaking and singing, is it really better than stammering?" Zhang Shizhao trembled all over, why did he feel that he was suffering the same pain? If Ling Chuxi were here, he would be stunned. The two father and son also invented two rap arts?
"I'm leaving first, you can think about it yourself." Zhang Shizhao was afraid that he would be completely stunned if he stayed any longer, so he quickly ran away. It didn't matter whether he was talking about singing, or whether he wanted to continue being a playboy or concentrate on martial arts.
As long as he can cheer up, it's a good thing, and Zhang Shizhao is too lazy to take care of it.
Zhang Yuhong nodded, played the piano and practiced rapping for a while, then drew out his long sword and started practicing like a convulsion.
Early the next morning, Elder Yuan announced yesterday's decision to the descendants of the sect.
As several people thought before, when they first heard the news, everyone was inevitably disappointed and depressed. Rebuilding the sect and returning to the gate was their childhood hope, and it was also the wish of their ancestors for thousands of years.