Evil King

Chapter 947

This is purely a mess of hustle and bustle. Just now, Lin Qingyin, the person involved, has officially surrendered, and the judges have also given the results. Such a spoiler is too much, and Jun Moxie is required to play a song that is better than broken heart. Shameless. Just now Junda Young Master has explained that the song itself has reached the perfect state. Only the player’s mood is slightly problematic, so that Bai Zhe has a little time, but the voice is better than Jun Moxie’s another song. Yes, but it is difficult for the strong man to make it clear!

“The outcome is clear, don’t you want to confuse it?” Miao Xiaomiao raised her eyebrows, her phoenix eyes were full, and she was a little furious!

“He hasn’t even touched an instrument, how can he say that the outcome is clear?” The voice was reluctant.

Lord Jun Moxie had already locked on the person who was shouting, and saw him standing far away among the crowd, hiding his head behind one person, bowing his head deeply, just pulling his neck and shouting blindly.

Usually those who yell like this are very angry, but this guy obviously has a guilty conscience, lest others recognize him.

Zhan Qingfeng’s face was silent, but there was a glimmer of triumph in his eyes. This person is exactly what he arranged in advance. In case Mo Junye wins, no matter what the reason, he must find out. Even if he finds bones in the egg, he must overthrow Mo Junye’s victory!

Jun Moxie’s spiritual thoughts were only scanned once, and he had understood everything. I sneered in my heart, I thought, if you know that you are playing the Oriental Book of Swordsman Rivers and Lakes in the chrysanthemum city… Broken Heart Yin is indeed perfect, but it can be divided into three or six or nine drops in perfection…

“The so-called fairness and freedom of human heart, no matter, since some people questioned, then I will play a song for everyone. lest some people pick bones in the egg, blindly shameless! Do you say I am right, Lord Zhan? “Jun Moxie looked at Zhan Qingfeng with a smile.

“That’s natural. If you want to win, you must have truly overwhelming strength!” Zhan Qingfeng smiled slightly and said: “The outcome is clear, but you can’t just play around.”

“Yes, but when it comes to subverting the victory or defeat, you can’t just rely on your lips.” Jun Moxie said with a smile: “It is even more impossible to rely on some shameless means to use some people who dare not even show their faces. The man who speaks, since he has the courage to speak, why not stand up generously? I can guarantee that I will never pursue it, no matter what you say is your personal wishes or represents the wishes of others!”

As soon as this sentence came out, Miao Xiaomiao laughed out loud. With her strength, naturally she has also discovered that person. And Jun Moxie’s and Zhan Qingfeng’s verbal and verbal swords made her instantly understand what was happening in front of her.

Since coming here, Zhan Qingfeng has never said anything to this person. It seems that this person must be Zhan Qingfeng’s arrangement. Unexpectedly, this person’s serious and far-sighted thinking has reached such a point that he has considered defeat before winning, and even arranged everything in advance.

But also because of this, the defense against Qingfeng in my heart is even more! So, all his previous actions, all the actions that made him feel warm before, weren’t all this man’s meticulous design?

What is he trying to please himself? In other words…what will the warrior do?

In Miao Xiaomiao’s heart, it was the first time that the height of this issue was ascension to the height of the entire family of the Zhan Family, and he couldn’t help but be wary of the masterpiece!

“Brother Lin, the younger brother didn’t expect to have today’s meeting. He didn’t have a musical instrument with him, so he had to borrow Xiongtai Yuxiao to use it.” Jun Moxie smiled and nodded.Lin Qingyin agreed with a smile, took out the jade flute, wiped it in the clear water very carefully, and then held the jade flute on the white silk and sent it to Jun Moxie.

This approach, in the fantasy house, is the greatest respect a musician has to his peers!

Originally, as a master of Lin Qing’s music scene, he had his own stand and insisted that it was impossible to lend others a musical instrument that he would never leave his body. However, in Lin Qingyin’s actions, everyone could clearly feel an atmosphere.

That is, Mo Junye borrowed Yuxiao to play music from Lin Qingyin. It is Lin Qingyin himself and Guan Yuxiao who should really feel honored!

Jun Moxie took the flute in his hand, feeling that there was nothing in his hand, and was shocked in his heart, saying, “Good flute.”

Holding this tube of Yuxiao in his hand, he could barely feel the weight. This kind of jade, I believe that only the extremely rare light spirit jade can do it!

“A good flute must also be equipped with a good talent. This tube Yuxiao is in my hands, but it is a bit of a waste. Now I can only hope Brother Mo, I hope it can make a different sound in the hands of Brother Mo.” Lin Qingyin smiled lonely and walked back slowly.

“Brother Lin is too modest.” Jun Moxie smiled faintly, looked at the jade flute in his hand, and whispered softly: “The song I’m about to play was written by a woman. It has been handed down for hundreds of years. Years…or the jealous beauties, this peerless pink, a beautiful woman, frowning all his life, weak in body, before the age of twenty, has passed away, a generation of beauties, disappeared in the dust, people can’t help it. He sighed with a sigh. However, because of our remote location, this piece has never been circulated. It was only a coincidence that I was lucky enough to learn this piece of Xiao Qu. I played it today and played it with all the monarchs. .”

When he said this, many people on the judges’ bench had their ears upright. Obviously, this is another piece of music that no one has ever heard.

And it was made by a woman!

“This girl, of course, has an alluring look, but because of her frail body, she lingers on the bed all the year round, and rarely goes out; the biggest pleasure in ordinary times is to watch the flowers bloom in front of the court and see the clouds in the sky…that day, in the garden The flowers are in full bloom, and she enjoys playing for a full day, and her heart is extremely joyful; she plans to go again tomorrow! But on that night, there was a strong wind and a light rain. Thousands of flowers in full bloom all withered overnight…”

When Jun Moxie said this, Miao Xiaomiao couldn’t help but let out a soft ‘ah’. If Xindao replaced this woman with herself, she would be extremely sad; especially, this woman was still suffering from sickness all the year round, and her heart pulse would be weak. Wouldn’t it be even more unbearable to ruin her little pleasure due to natural changes?

Sure enough, I only heard Jun Moxie say: “… She heard the sound of wind and rain at night, and she was already anxious. When it was just the next day, she woke up and went to the garden to see her best. The flower I like, but what was placed in front of her was a terrible red color…”

“She is very sad. Yesterday, the flowers were still in red, but they withered like this today. However, when she was sad, she couldn’t bear to have these petals crushed into the dust, so she swept all the petals on the floor. , Put them in a sachet, bury them… Just when she was burying the flowers, she suddenly thought of herself. Isn’t she not such a wonderful time, but is seriously ill, or will soon die, then, today I am Can bury flowers, who will bury the owner in the future?”

“Either it was a touch of emotion, or it was caused by the heart. This strange woman made an improvisational poem called “Burial Flower Yin”, and the song I want to play today is her own hand. The Xiaoqu. And the woman, within three days after the lyrics and music were written, died forever…”

“Listening to what Brother Mo said, the younger sister really can’t wait to listen to this song “The Funeral Flower Yin”.” Miao Xiaomiao said with interest, “But before Brother Mo plays. , Can you write down this poem first?”

“Ms. Miao asked, naturally it is okay!” Jun Moxie said generously.

With a wave of Miao Xiaomiao’s hand, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were sent up, placed in front of her, and smiled and said: “Brother Mo just recite, and the recording duties will be done by the younger sister.”

“That’s great.” Jun Moxie understood what she meant, and might have to compete in calligraphy for a while, so it’s better not to reveal his cards for the time being.

The two of them are like singing a double reed. You say a word to me, and if there is no one else, they will exaggerate the atmosphere of this song. The song of the funeral flower song has not yet begun to be played, but it has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people and stirred everyone’s hearts.

First tell a moving story, resonate in people’s hearts, and then write the relevant lyrics, before everyone, and finally play this piece of music, undoubtedly let the power of this piece reach the unprecedented maximum!

With the brush in Miao Xiaomiao’s hand dipped in ink, under the gentle chanting of Jun Moxie, in the once-popular “Burial Flower Yin” on the earth, the Dream of Red Mansions that almost men, women and children can catch, in this Otherworld, It finally bloomed its unique brilliance!

“The flowers are flying all over the sky. Who is pity for Hong Xiaoxiang?”

The gossamer is soft on the floating spring pavilion, and the flocculation is lightly touched by the embroidered curtain.

The daughter in my boudoir cherishes the evening of the spring, and she is full of sadness and has nowhere to complain;

He picked up the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir, and walked back and forth.

Willow elm pods are from Fangfei, regardless of Tao Piao and Li Fei;

Peach and plum can be posted again next year, who knows in the boudoir next year?

In March, the fragrant nest has been built, and Liang Jian’s swallows are too ruthless.

Although flowers can be pecked next year, Daoist won’t even go to Liang Kongchao.

Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind knife and frost sword are pressing hard;

How long can Mingmei Xianyan be, once drifting is hard to find.

The flowers are easy to see, but hard to find, and the sorrow before the order kills the flower people;

The leaning flower hoe secretly shed tears, sprinkled the empty branches and saw blood stains.

The cuckoo was speechless and it was dusk, and the He hoe returned to cover the heavy door;

The blue light illuminates the wall for the first time, but the cold rain knocks on the window and is not warm.

Blaming the slaves to hurt the soul? Half annoyed by spring and half annoyed by spring;

Lianchun suddenly became annoyed, and then she was speechless.

The tragic song was sent out of court last night, knowing it is the flower soul and the bird soul?

It is always difficult to keep the flower soul and the bird soul, and the bird is speechless, and the flower is ashamed;

May the slave give birth to wings and fly to the end of the sky with the flowers.

At the end of the sky, where is the incense hill?

If you don’t have a bag to collect the beautiful bones, a pure land to cover the wind and flow;

The quality is clean and clean, which is better than pollution.

If you die today, you will be buried, but when will you die?

The flower burial person in Nong Jin laughs idiotly, who does he know when he is buried in the year?

Just look at the decay of the spring flowers, when the confidant is old and dead;

Once the spring is over, the beauty is old, the flowers fall and the people die! ”

With the chanting of Jun Moxie and the writing of Miao Xiaomiao, everyone was immersed in this sad but beautiful and elegant poem, even the two brothers Zhan Qingfeng and Zhan Yushu who were single-minded against Jun Moxie, at this moment I couldn’t say a word of disrupting the situation.

In the world, there really is such a beautiful poetry! And every word, it is such a real life that is close to everyone, that helplessness, that free and easy face of life and death… Use flowers as a metaphor for one’s own innocence and arrogance…

In the world, it turns out that there was such a strange woman with a beautiful heart… )