He wanted to raise his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, but suddenly he was horrified to find that he couldn't move his two hands, and he couldn't even lift them!
"Asshole, what did you do to me? Why can't I move my hands suddenly?"
He Zhizhi shouted with a look of horror. As a painter, he knew very well the importance of two hands to himself. Without his two hands, he would be no different from waste.
"I don't know. Everyone is watching. I haven't done anything to you. It's not like you have prepared the knife to chop your hands."
Qin Haodong smiled even brighter and continued, "But I am a doctor. I can diagnose you now. Just now, you suffered from severe muscle weakness in both arms due to excessive mood swings due to losing the game.
It can’t be used anymore.”
"No, this is impossible, my hands are good."
He Zhizhi roared crazily and wanted to reach out to grab the paintbrush on the table next to him, but no matter how hard he tried, his hand could no longer grab a paintbrush.
"God, why are you doing this to me? You can't do this. I will still paint and paint in the future!"
Qin Haodong sneered and said: "For a shameless person like you who regards thieves as his father and deceives his teachers and destroys his ancestors, God is already very kind if he doesn't kill you directly."
He Zhizhi calmed down a little and suddenly realized that all this must have something to do with Qin Haodong. He knelt down on the stage with a plop, hugged Qin Haodong's thigh and shouted: "I know I was wrong, please let me go this time.
I am Chinese, my name is not Xiaoshan Zizhi, my name is He Zizhi.
As long as you let my hands return to normal, I will immediately withdraw from the Japanese nationality and return to China to serve China and win glory for China."
Qin Haodong sneered: "You think too much. What do you think China is? A place where you can come and leave whenever you want? China will not want a shameless person like you."
"It's okay if you don't want to, just heal my hands!"
He Zhizhi kowtowed like a chicken eating rice, kneeling on the stage and begging bitterly. He knew the importance of his hands. If he really became a waste, he would never get good results in the Japanese country.
Qin Haodong said: "There is an old saying in China, I don't know if you still remember it, you will not survive if you do it yourself."
"It's really not possible, please, I'm kowtowing to you, please heal my hand..."
He Zhizhi begged hard on the stage, and the Chinese audience in the audience was delighted. This shameful traitor finally got the end he deserved.
Kazuo Yagyu's face was livid. Now He Zhizhi was from the Japanese country. It was the Japanese country's face that he was crying and kneeling here. He said to a Japanese warrior beside him: "Go up and bring him down. Don't be embarrassed here."
The Japanese warrior agreed, quickly walked onto the stage, lifted He Zhizhi's shoulders and dragged him out of the venue.
Looking at the extremely miserable He Zhizhi, Qin Haodong shook his head. It is his own fault. A person like this who can even betray his ancestors and nation will naturally not end well in the Japanese country. Once he loses his use,
The value is even worse than that of a dog.
At the end of the game, Gangpos left the scene, and Qin Haodong also turned and walked towards the audience. At this time, there was a burst of cheers, and everyone was applauding his performance.
After returning to the audience, Tang Qingzhi was the first to greet him and bowed deeply to Qin Haodong.
"Mr. Tang, what are you doing?"
Qin Haodong quickly reached out and helped him up.
Tang Qingzhi said excitedly: "Little brother Qin, you helped the old man a lot today and saved China's face. You are worthy of the old man's respect!"
Qin Haodong said: "As a descendant of China, you should do something for China. Boss Tang does not have to do this."
After several people sat down again, Tang Qingzhi asked again: "Little brother Qin, your hand just now was so beautiful, but the old man really can't understand, how did you get the skill of blooming plum blossoms in your last hand?"
Qin Haodong smiled slightly and said, "It's just some small tricks, they can't be put on the stage."
Of course he couldn't tell the truth. He had just used Aoki Qi to change the color of the ink. From this point of view, it was divorced from the art of painting itself.
On the Japanese side, Yagyu Kazuo was so angry that his eyes were blood red and he whispered: "I must kill this Chinese man!"
Now they have lost three games in a row. According to the rule of best of five games, they have lost this exchange match. All of this was caused by Qin Haodong. To be precise, they have been carefully preparing for so long but lost to one person.
No wonder he was annoyed.
"If I had known, I should have got rid of this person yesterday." Chiba Mieko said, "But it's too late now. With so many people watching, we can't act rashly."
Kazuo Yagyu knew what she said was reasonable, took a deep breath to suppress the anger in his heart, turned around and said to a young man next to him: "Jingyun Yagyu, it's your turn next time, for the honor of our Japanese country, for the honor of our Yagyu family.
, this game can only be won but not defeated, did you hear that!"
"Yes, young master!"
Yagyu Jingyun lowered his head and bowed, then stepped onto the stage. Two Japanese attendants followed him closely, holding an antique Chinese lyre in their hands.
After taking the stage, he said to Qian Duoduo with an arrogant look: "In the fourth game, our Japanese country will challenge China's lyre."
Qian Duoduo looked at the order list in his hand and said: "You said you were going to challenge the lyre in the fourth game, but it's not easy to define who wins and who loses in music. How should we judge the winner?"
This time, because Japan was the challenging party, China fully developed its style. All the challenge methods were proposed by Japan, and China accepted them all. As for the fourth item, the lyre, the program list only mentioned challenges and did not clearly explain them.
Way.
Yagyu Jingyun said: "This is easy to handle. I only need to play it. As long as there are people in China who can listen to me playing a song, they will win. Otherwise, we, the Japanese country, will win."
"What kind of competition is this?" Qian Duoduo looked puzzled.
Not only him, but also the audience in the audience didn't understand what the little devil was up to. Just hearing him play a song counts as a winner? Who can't listen to music? Is this even a competition?
"You don't need to ask too many questions, just do as I say."
Yagyu Jingyun found a chair and sat down, and asked someone to place the Qixuanqin in front of him.
Qian Duoduo turned to look at Gao Fengwen and Lang Sanyuan, and asked: "Japan has proposed this kind of challenge, can we accept it?"
Although I know that listening to music that Yagyu Jingyun said is definitely not that simple, I can't back down now. Besides, Lang Sanyuan has always been proud of himself. Qin Haodong has just won three games in a row, and now it's finally his chance to perform.
He said: "No problem, I have already said that no matter what kind of challenges they put forward, we will accept them all."
Gao Fengwen didn't understand music, so seeing that Lang Sanyuan had already agreed, he naturally couldn't say anything else.
Lang Sanyuan added: "To deal with players of this level, there is no need for me to appear in person, just send my disciples."
He turned back to a young man in his twenties and said, "Li Mu, go ahead!"
"Good teacher!"
After Li Mu finished speaking, he walked onto the stage and sat opposite Yagyu Jingyun.
Seeing that it was not Qin Haodong who was playing on the Chinese side, Kazuo Yagyu and Mieko Chiba breathed a sigh of relief. They were already vaguely afraid of this young man. They had just lost three games in a row to Qin Haodong alone. They were really afraid of this young man.
He also appeared on stage again.
On the stage, Yagyu Jingyun glanced at Li Mu and said, "Chinese people, are you ready?"
Li Mu said: "You can start at any time."
At this time, he was extremely confused. He had been studying piano under Lang Sanyuan since he was five years old, and he had achieved some success. He didn't understand what the little devil was doing by asking him to listen to music.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Yagyu Jingyun's mouth, and his slender fingers gently plucked the lyre, ding-ding-dong-dong, and the clear and crisp sound immediately rang. The sound seemed to come from the depths of ancient times, piercing people's hearts.
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Connoisseurs can tell if there are any by holding out their hands. Although everyone doesn't like Japanese people, it has to be said that Yagyu Jingyun plays this piano really well.
He played the famous Chinese piece "Mountains and Flowing Waters", and the clear sound flowed out from the movements of his fingers, making everyone present feel as if they were among the mountains and rivers. Some people had even closed their eyes and were in a state of ecstasy!
This little devil has such profound attainments!
Lang Sanyuan was a master of the lyre, and he immediately heard that Yagyu Jingyun's level was not inferior to him. Fortunately, this guy did not propose a lyre competition, otherwise he would not have been sure of victory.
In comparison, listening to music is much easier. You can listen to this kind of music for three days and three nights without any problems.
He was secretly glad here, but Li Mu was aware of his own suffering. Listening to this song "Mountains and Flowing Waters" was no different to other people's ears. It brought people an extremely comfortable enjoyment, but it was a kind of suffering to his ears.
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Ever since the music started playing, Li Mu felt that the blood all over his body was boiling, and he accelerated towards his head.
What's going on?
He has never encountered such a situation after working in music for such a long time. He suddenly panicked. He could only try to control his body but couldn't. The large amount of blood surged up making his face become redder and redder, and he felt like his head was spinning.
It's about to explode.
"ah!"
In just ten seconds, Li Mu let out a scream, fell down on the stage, and fainted!
"What's going on?" Lang Sanyuan was enjoying the mountains and flowing water with his eyes squinted. Suddenly he saw his apprentice falling and was shocked.
Qin Haodong's pupils shrank suddenly. He had already understood what kind of trick Yagyu Shengjingyun was playing. This little devil actually knew the art of killing with sound.
The so-called sound-killing technique is to use music to change the functions of the human body, and can even kill people invisible. Fortunately, the little devil in front of him is not too accomplished, otherwise Li Mu's life would have been lost just now.
At this time, medical staff immediately rushed to the stage and lifted Li Mu off.
Gao Fengwen was also a little confused. Li Mu seemed to be in good health, so why did he suddenly collapse? He said to Qin Haodong: "Doctor Qin, please see what's going on?"
Yagyu Jingyun on the stage showed a hint of pride and said to the audience: "You Chinese people are really the sick men of East Asia. Your body is too weak and you can't even listen to a piece of music. You still have two chances. You will be next
Who’s coming?”
The scene immediately became excited. The Chinese people hated the four words sick man of East Asia the most. Modern China is no longer the weak country it once was, and it can no longer bear the humiliation brought by these four words.
"You little devil, you are so shameless, have you forgotten that you have lost three games in a row..."
"Little devil, don't be complacent, you will definitely lose this game..."
"President Lang, please give this little devil some color and show him who the sick man of East Asia is..."
Lang Sanyuan was not a martial artist, nor did he know the art of sound killing. At this time, he had no idea what kind of trick Yagyu Shizuyun was playing, but seeing many people shouting his name, he could only bite the bullet and walk on the stage.