Even Qingge herself didn't expect that she could be so successful in the first three years.
The most amazing thing was that Mr. Lanqi's eternal game was broken by her casually.
In fact, he is strong on the outside but weak on the inside...
Qingge coughed dryly, and when he saw the cultivators from all directions looking at him with admiration, the corners of Qingge's mouth twitched slightly.
Come to think of it, these people thought she was the chess god...
The proud smile on Wang Qinghong's face has completely disappeared. The achievements he just created have been surpassed by Ye Qingge. In the Ten Thousand Sect Sword Art Formation, Ye Qingge is also the most eye-catching one. If this continues, I'm afraid that
The top spot in the competition will definitely be taken away by Ye Qingge.
Wang Qinghong suddenly became anxious and narrowed his eyes tightly. For many years, Beizhou and Nanzhou have been competing for the crown of imperial competition. If the barbarians of Dongzhou were to take it away, wouldn't it be a big joke in the world?
He will never allow such a thing to happen!
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Qing Ge bowed to Mr. Lan Qi in a neither humble nor overbearing manner, and then walked slowly and elegantly towards Mr. Mei Qin.
The Four Yas are headed by Qin. The reason why Mr. Mei Qin is placed at the end shows that the sect, the divine domain and the god’s master attach great importance to the piano master.
A well-trained luther player can give up the practice of forging muscles, body, soul, and spiritual power. As long as he focuses on the qin, he can still kill everyone.
I recall that in those days, Feng Qi could defeat an army of 100,000 men with a harp in his hand. Wherever the sound of the harp passed, there was bloodshed.
Qing Ge glanced at Ye Qingcheng, whose injury had not yet fully healed, under the altar, and then picked up the ancient xylophone in front of Mr. Mei Qin.
The strings of the ancient xylophone weigh as much as tens of thousands of kilograms like a mountain, and they are not enough to be plucked by just your long fingers.
The ancient xylophone was a treasure that Mr. Mei Qin acquired during his experiences in four dangerous places in his youth. In ancient times, it was as famous as the Fuxi Qin in Ye Qingcheng.
However, twenty years have passed and no one has played it. Even Mr. Mei Qin himself only produced two notes.
Because of this, Wang Qinghong just plucked a string and produced a sound, which was enough to make Mr. Mei Qin look at him differently and astonish the entire audience.
Wang Qinghong, who was watching from the side, looked a little better after seeing the ancient xylophone.
He plucked a note by accident, which was really a blessing from God. Even if Ye Qingge had the ability to ascend to heaven, he would not be able to pluck the strings of the ancient xylophone.
Thinking about this, Wang Qinghong's mood became even better.
You must know that since Ye Qingge appeared in his world, the pride of his chosen son, the young master of the palace, has been completely shattered. No matter what aspect, he will become Ye Qingge's defeat. This kind of thing makes Wang Qinghong annoyed and angry
.And Wang Qinghong found that his performance in front of Mr. Mei Qin was not comparable to that of Ye Qingge, and Wang Qinghong's thin lips revealed a proud smile like a villain.
Wang Shangdao leaned close to Wang Qinghong's ear and whispered: "Brother, apart from Mr. Mei Qin, you are the only one who can play this ancient xylophone. Brother, there is no need to worry. After all, he is from a small place and cannot reach heaven."
Wang Qinghong nodded, obviously agreeing with Wang Shangdao's words.
But he said that Qingge held the qin in his left hand and placed his right hand on the strings.
She closed her eyes and plucked the strings with her long, slender, white fingers.
Countless people stared at her fingertips...
The wind passed silently, and the ancient xylophone made no movement. Wang Shangdao laughed mockingly.
Ye Xuanji glanced at Wang Shangdao and said, "Young Master Wang can't play the xylophone himself, so where can he find the nerve to laugh at others? It seems that there are not many outstanding people of this generation in the palace, which is really disappointing." Ye Xuanji's words were simple.
The roughness touched the sore spot of the Wang brothers. Immediately, their faces turned red, their eyes glared with fire.
"Ye Xuanji, don't go too far." Wang Shangdao narrowed his sinister eyes.
The Wang brothers are notoriously arrogant and domineering.
Wang Shangdao was angry and walked towards Ye Xuanji.
Seeing this, Yan Liufang took a step forward and stood in front of Ye Xuanji in a protective posture. She raised her chin slightly, her eyes were dim and gloomy, and she looked at the king coldly and said: "Young Master Wang, do you dislike Miss Ye, or do you, Beizhou, dislike me?"
Nanzhou is not pleasing to your eyes?" Yan Liufang's momentum was like thunder, unceremonious and decisive, leaving Wang Shangdao speechless.
Wang Qinghong had just said that he would start a war with Dongzhou. If he provoked Nanzhou again, then the two continents would join forces to attack Beizhou. Wouldn't the two brothers become the biggest sinners of Beizhou?
Is Wang Shangdao just a man of words, or the type of person who bullies the weak but fears the strong? If he wants to fight with real swords and guns, Wang Shangdao will be the first to be a coward.
"Don't think that I, Beizhou, are afraid of you!" Wang Shangdao retreated to where he was, still cursing, as if he was trying to save face for himself.
Wang Shangdao looked at Qingge, hoping to have some fun watching Ye Qingge get into trouble.
Qingge stood with his eyes closed, his red clothes fluttering slightly, like a raging fire blooming in the ancient wilderness.
It is a visual feast, the most beautiful painting and fairy in the world.
The ancient xylophone in her arms had two broken bones due to its age.
I tried singing softly several times, but the strings didn’t move at all, as if they had settled down.
Under the altar, Jiang Huaishan said with a smile: "The East Emperor can draw pictures of all living beings, guess Mr. Zhushu's poems, and break the eternal game. It is amazing. There is no absolute perfection in this world, not to mention that the ancient wooden strings do not rely on brute force.
It can move."
Xiao Richen nodded, "Indeed, Dong Emperor is already very good. Whether the ancient wooden strings can be plucked or not is not important."
"..."
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A sound of piano came from the altar, Jiang Huaishan and Xiao Richen looked at each other, and both looked at the graceful figure in red clothes and white hair in surprise.
With her long and slender fingers, she gently plucked the ancient wooden strings. It seemed extremely difficult, but she could only produce one sound.
However... after flicking his fingers for a moment, his bright wrist moved slightly, his jade fingers flicked lightly, and the sweet and melodious music flowed out from his fingertips.
The sound of the piano is soft and beautiful, as if there is a beautiful woman lingering in the middle of the water, looking forward to his return and watching the sky darken.
The next moment, the sound of the piano suddenly became louder, like a sudden violent storm, overturning the mountains and blowing up the green waves of the river.
The war drums are beating, the horses' hooves are trampling on blood, the horses are fighting and fighting, and people are dying of hunger everywhere.
Like a murderous rain ambush from all sides, everyone's nerves became tense, and the ups and downs of the piano music intensified.
The sound of the piano became faster and faster, and the complexions of everyone around him turned pale.
Killing sound!
Ye Qingcheng looked at Qingge in surprise, the master could actually play the killing sound?
Together with the luthier, he kills people with his music.
There are nine levels of sound, and each sound brings a level of killing. Beyond the killing sound, there is ruthlessness!
The sound of the piano is mixed with the aura of murder, and the sound is used as a blade to kill invisible people.
In just one moment, hundreds of thousands of people can be killed!
Qing Ge is like a demon in a daze, playing the piano crazily.
"Girl?" Feng Qi tried to shout. Seeing that Qing Ge was not awake yet, Feng Qi raised his hand slightly, and a trace of milky white soul power poured into Qing Ge's spirit.
In this way, Qing Ge regained his sanity.
The sound of the piano has stopped, but the song has not ended yet. Qing Ge's eyes glanced around with murderous intent.
When the murderous aura dispersed like mist, only confusion remained in his eyes.
Just now... what was going on with that murderous aura that filled your heart?