Everyone was stunned when they saw the Xi Qin and the bow in Lin Yun's hands. They had never seen such a weird instrument before.
Everyone was surprised. Even Yan Tianchen was surprised. He frowned and said, "Is this Xi Qin?"
"Isn't Xi Qin lost a long time ago... No one knows the music score or the playing method." Luo Shuyi said in surprise, and Lin Wan was also surprised.
Even Yue Weiwei was quite confused at the moment.
"Xi Qin? Hahaha, Lin Xiao, I really belong to you!"
Mei Zi picture smiled and shook his head. He had been expecting Lin Yun to come up with some trump cards before, but when he saw that it was just Xi Qin, he burst into laughter.
This thing has been lost for a long time, and it is not lost now.
It was lost in ancient times. No one knows how to play it, and there is no way to tell about the music score. No one even knows how to play it, and no one even knows what it sounds like, so how can we get the music score?
"Green Lotus Holy Snow!"
Mei Zihua looked arrogant, chuckled slightly, and the music of the piano changed its tune.
It was clear that red birds were flying across the sky and fire clouds were burning in the sky, but it was snowing heavily. Green lotus flowers were rising above the lake. He played the piano and cleared the place. His voice was beautiful and had an ancient charm.
Just as Lin Yun was about to pull Xi Qin, a green lotus rose up from under his feet, the green lotus bloomed, and a hot breath exploded instantly.
Whoosh!
I was about to pull up the strings, but I had to give up and tapped my toes on the water.
Whoosh whoosh!
The figure kept flashing, avoiding the blooming green lotus.
After a while, Lin Yun became even more embarrassed, and the smile on Mei Zihua's face became stronger. The nine maids behind him played music at the same time, making this Qinglian Holy Snow Song more condensed.
Obviously, these people often play together on weekdays, with a tacit understanding and harmonious rhythm.
Coupled with the singing of the plum paintings, the falling snowflakes seemed to be alive.
So cold!
Lin Yun shuddered and found that his body had been covered with frost for some time.
The limbs are stiff and the hands and feet are inconvenient.
It became very difficult to exert force. Bang, another green lotus bloomed. Lin Yun did not dodge quickly and was blown away directly.
"Lin Xiao, it seems that you are not lucky enough to endure these nine beauties. With this little ability, don't try to be a hero and just let the three fruits out."
Mei Zihua smiled happily.
He is very arrogant and arrogant, but it can be seen that when facing Lin Yun, he is not that aloof.
He is still arrogant now, but mostly he is joking.
"That's it!"
Mei Zihua smiled faintly, and Mei Xue's divine finger moved, and more than a thousand green lotuses covering the lake surface released a faint light.
The Suzaku hovering in the sky spit out a mouthful of bright divine flames under the sound of the piano.
boom!
In an instant, more than a thousand green lotuses on the lake were ignited at the same time. The green lotuses were in full bloom on the lake, and the firelight reflected the holy snow in the sky. The sight was so beautiful that it took people's breath away.
Everyone held their breath and concentrated, their scalps felt numb, it was too scary.
The melody played by Plum Painting is so perfect!
It is simply unimaginable that his artistic conception is at its peak.
Before, everyone thought he was a bit of a rogue. Even though he was defeated, he still wanted to join forces with the nine maids to suppress Lin Yun.
But now I have to say that this man is really a musical genius, and I am afraid that sooner or later he will understand the emperor's voice.
With such an image, I can't think of any way to defeat it.
On the boat, the master of Langya Palace was stunned and dumbfounded when he saw this vision. All the elders were dumbfounded. Is this really a young man popping up?
Their mental strength is stronger than that of plum paintings. They can even play the ancient song Qinglian Shengxue, and the visions produced by playing them may be more powerful than plum paintings.
But for the image to be so perfect, it is almost unthinkable. The gap in musical attainments is too big.
"The nine-curved spiritual lantern and the green lotus are drunk, and the holy snow in the sky is boundless."
A soft sigh sounded around Yue Weiwei and others. They quickly looked back, but Mu Xueling quietly appeared at some point.
Several people quickly asked: "Elder Saint, can this song be broken?"
Mu Xueling shook her head and said nothing. Several people couldn't help but look sad. Yue Weiwei had a sad look on her face. Brother Yun's Sanshengguo hadn't warmed up yet.
While playing the piano last night, Yue Weiwei saw that Lin Yun's eyes were extremely satisfied when he saw the three fruits.
It was a rare happiness for him, and he valued Brother Sansheng Guoyun very much.
Luo Shuyi couldn't help but said angrily: "This plum painting is so despicable!"
On Shuangyue Lake, Lin Yun struggled to move forward, trapped in this perfect vision. In the eyes of others, he seemed out of place and was rejected by this vision of heaven and earth.
Movements are clumsy and hands and feet are stiff.
Snowflakes fell on him one by one, and with each falling one, his movements became much slower.
Sooner or later you will be unable to move if you continue like this!
"Oh, this guy was as flamboyant as he was today. When he saw the plum painting, he looked like a clown." Some people are sad while others are happy.
The flower red taro next to Qin Hao had a sarcastic look on his face and said happily.
"The barbarians just need to be dealt with. It would be too naive to think that if you get the first place in Langya, you can compete with the Kagura family."
Qin Hao took over the conversation and sneered coldly.
The two people's voices were not deliberately lowered and spread easily. After Luo Shuyi and others heard this, their faces looked ugly.
These words actually represent the thoughts of many people. Previously, Lin Yun was too flamboyant and suppressed all the monsters in the Holy Land.
In the final battle, he won the first place strongly.
Many Holy Land leaders were quite dissatisfied when they lost to Lin Yun.
If they had to choose, it would definitely be better to lose to Mei Zihua, at least the opponent is the heir apparent of the Kagura family.
There’s no shame in losing!
But losing to Lin Yun would be a huge loss of face.
Now that they saw Lin Yun being frustrated, the group of people became more subtle. After Qin Hao and Huahongyao took the lead, whispers spread immediately.
"It's really ridiculous. I thought there was some way to do it. After a long time, I took out a Xiqin, and that's it?"
Qin Hao said contemptuously, which immediately caused a burst of tacit laughter.
"Qin Hao, shut up!"
Yan Tianchen shouted coldly.
Qin Hao laughed and said: "Haha, I was wrong? No one really thinks that this barbarian can play the Xi Qin, right? If he is really capable, he can play it for me, Mr. Qin...
"
Yan Tianchen said angrily: "Don't go too far!"
"Are you in such a hurry? You only have this much energy?"
Qin Hao sneered.
Yan Tianchen felt extremely uncomfortable at being criticized, his expression changed, and Lin Yun was trapped. He was already anxious, but after hearing these irritating words, he felt extremely aggrieved.
Phew!
Yan Tianchen, who was injured, became so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.
When Qin Hao saw this, his expression changed slightly and he felt a little guilty.
Huahongyao, however, was unyielding and said viciously: "Don't worry, Lin Yun will only be injured more seriously than you later!"
"It seems that the injury on your face healed too quickly." Yue Weiwei said coldly.
This time she touched the scar of Huahongyao. She was slapped twice by Lin Yun in public that day, which was the greatest humiliation she had ever suffered since she was born.
Huahongyao's face turned dark, with a look of resentment in his eyes: "Don't be complacent, you will cry later! This barbarian has no choice but to admit defeat now, he will freeze to death sooner or later!"
On Shuangyue Lake, Lin Yun held the Xi Qin in one hand and the bow in the other.
The bow was placed on Xi Qin, but the person was already covered in wind and snow, as if he could not move like a sculpture.
The heavy snow keeps falling, which contains sacred power.
Layers of layers covered Lin Yun's body, like a mountain of mountains pressing down on him. His situation at this moment was indeed extremely dangerous.
Brother Yun...
Yue Weiwei didn't care about fighting with Huahongyao, and her eyes fell on Lin Yun, with a look of distress in her eyes.
Her beautiful eyes were melancholy, she was biting her red lips, and her right fist had been clenched unconsciously.
squeak!
Just when everyone thought that Lin Yun was bound to lose, a harsh sound sounded from Shuangyue Lake. The sound was extremely unpleasant, like the creaking of an old broken wooden door.
Among the many beautiful piano sounds, this unusual sound was extremely harsh.
Swish!
Lin Yun, who had become a snowman, had a few snowflakes shaking off his body, and the crunching sound became more and more harsh. His movements were very stiff, and because he was covered in heavy snow, his movements seemed quite strange.
What's going on?
But Mei Zihua didn't know why, but this strange squeaking sound made him feel extremely dangerous, and he said in a deep voice: "Qinglian Flying to the Sky!"
The nine maids behind him each rose up in the air, and the instruments in their hands became extremely solemn.
boom!
The green lotuses were burning with fire, like swaying holy lamps, and the music reverberating between heaven and earth became extremely solemn.
It seems that there are distant songs that span time and space and travel to the present day, worshiping the ancient gods.
But Lin Yun, who was like a snowman, gradually became smoother in his movements, and with a harsh squeaking sound, the layers of holy snow covering his body continued to fall.
Bang!
After a while, with a shocking loud noise, the layers of holy snow covering Lin Yun's body exploded.
call!
Lin Yun took a deep breath, looked at the Xi Qin in his hand, and muttered in a low voice: "I almost overturned... This erhu is really difficult to play."
After all, Xi Qin didn’t practice as much as Qin Xiao.
In addition, Qinglian, who had been dodging the opponent just now, was still unable to play the real music.
Lin Yun held the bow and tried the sound again.
"Junior brother Lin!"
Luo Shuyi and others on the bank looked anxious.
Lin Yun turned a deaf ear and kept lowering his head while auditioning, looking quite serious.
"This guy?"
A look of surprise flashed in Mei Zihua's eyes, and she shouted coldly: "Ignore him, Qinglian Shishen!"
boom!
When the tune became extremely passionate, a bright light came down from the supreme star thirty-six days away.
The next moment, this ray of light shattered the layers of holes, and the light condensed into a human figure, slowly falling towards the Suzaku that was hovering in the sky.
Boom!
In an instant, the music of Mei Zihua and others became extremely solemn and sacred. It was as if the figure that fell thirty-six days away was really a god.
The vast and boundless pressure came down, and the people on the edge of Shuangyue Lake almost suffocated.
"It's over!"
When everyone saw this scene, these two words popped up in their minds almost at the same time.
But at this moment, a melody that no one had ever heard sounded between heaven and earth.
The rhythm of that sound is indescribable, but the sound is long and loud, with a hint of hoarseness and vicissitudes.
Before anyone had time to react, bursts of cheerful tunes came from Lin Yun's Xi Qin.
When the phantom of the Holy Spirit, which was about to fall thirty-six days away, was about to fall on Suzaku, the tune played by Xi Qin finally came out.
They were galloping horses, galloping freely on the vast prairie.
As the dust flew while running, everyone could clearly feel the artistic conception.
Completely different from the sacred and solemn tune of plum paintings, this tune is cheerful and melodious, as if all the sadness in the world does not exist.
In an instant, all the harps, flutes, zithers and flutes on the Moon Lake were suppressed by Xi Qin.
Mei Zihua and others had extremely surprised looks in their eyes. The tune was disrupted in an instant. No matter how they played, they could not interpret the sacred and solemn artistic conception.
At this moment, the mood was completely infected by the tune played by Lin Yunxiqin.
This is horse racing!
Lin Yun's lips curled up into a smile, that's right. He was in a happy mood and played more cheerfully.
As he deliberately showed off his skills, the erhu in his hand made bursts of horse neighing, which was almost exactly the same as the sound of a real fierce horse.
Everyone by the lake was stunned and looked over in disbelief.
Is this Xi Qin?
Is this the sound of Xi Qin?
Hua Hongtao and Qin Hao were dumbfounded. Someone could really play the Xi Qin, which was lost in ancient times.
Moreover, such a melody has never been seen in Kunlun, and other musical instruments cannot perform it.
Boom!
Under the influence of the horse racing, the phantom of the spirit gradually became darker. The faces of the nine maids showed pain and embarrassment, their minds were in chaos, and they all couldn't play the piano or the piano.
"Sha Po Lang!"
Mei Zihua's expression changed, and she decisively gave up the Qinglian Divine Song. Without absolute piety to the gods, the Qinglian Divine Song would never succeed.
Since it is a cheerful tune, use the most violent attack to kill him directly.
Several people changed their tune in an instant, and for a moment the situation was turbulent and the sound of killing was loud.
The strands of music played by the nine people turned into thousands of troops and fought towards Lin Yun. Countless soldiers swept in with overwhelming murderous intent, carrying billowing dust.
"Well come."
Lin Yun smiled faintly and changed from a horse race to a galloping war horse.
Galloping War Horse is a famous erhu song from the previous life, with endless excitement. Lin Yun controlled the bow and played Galloping Horse at an extremely fast speed.
Boom!
As the exciting tune continued, the soldiers rode on galloping horses, straddling their horses and charging with guns.
The music is sonorous and powerful, the smoke is billowing, the wind is blowing, and the horses are galloping. Everyone is immersed in the scene, completely immersed in it, as if they are in a fantasyland.
The next moment, the horses neighed, the wind galloped, and thousands of horses charged.
Thousands of troops and horses from the opponent were rushing towards him, and they collapsed at the first touch. Fierce horses galloped out from behind Lin Yun, smashing Sha Po Lang into pieces.
Phew!
In such a fierce confrontation, Mei Zihua groaned, and each of the nine maids spat out blood stains.
Lin Yun got up, and his piano bow was like a saw, imitating the leaping forelimbs of a war horse, making an excited neighing sound, and repeated it continuously.
"Back off!"
Mei Zihua led several people back and said in a cold voice: "Red Lotus will destroy the world!"
But as soon as he played the strings, he found that Lin Yun had changed again. An extremely sad tune came from the Xi Qin. As soon as the tune sounded, endless sadness arose in his heart.
Two springs reflect the moon!
It is Xi Qin's most classic piece. No matter how cheerful and exciting the erhu is, its main tone is always sadness and pathos.
Under Erquan Yingyue's performance, Xi Qin's own characteristics were brought into full play.
Under Lin Yun's playing, Xi Qin's music is sometimes deep, sometimes passionate, and sometimes proud. The only thing that remains unchanged is the eternal sadness and resentment.
Almost everyone was infected and got carried away for a while, forgetting that they were competing for the top spot again.
Forgetting that Mei Zihua and Lin Yun were competing, there was only the sound of Xi Qin, a sad and profound tune.
Phew!
The nine people opposite them could no longer hold on, with expressions of pain on their faces, trying their best to resist the all-pervasive music.
Click!
The green lotus flying in the sky was broken into pieces one after another, and the red bird wandering in the sky became dimmed little by little.
Almost all of the nine maids behind him were about to faint.
But Mei Zihua ignored him and played the strings crazily, but he was shocked to find that there was no sound from his strings!!
There was no sound produced by the playing. To be precise, his melody was completely lost in the opponent's melody.
Bang!
When Suzaku turned completely colorless, the string in Plum Painter's hand broke. He was completely confused. How could this be possible?
"A heartbroken song, where can I find a close friend at the end of the world?"
Lin Yun said something leisurely, and the sound of Xi Qin gradually stopped.
Phew!
However, Mei Zihua and others could no longer hold on, and they spit out large mouthfuls of blood. The sad joy that had been integrated into their bodies suddenly burst out.
The dry intestines are broken and the five internal organs are cracked.
They all covered their chests and knelt down on Shuangyue Lake, their faces so pale that there was no blood at all.
