Legend of Douluo: Qingyun

There is a pavilion in the small courtyard, surrounded by green trees, a shallow stream...a typical elegant environment.

There was an incense coffee table in the small pavilion. Qian Renxue, who was dressed in a goose-yellow dress, was holding a delicate and beautiful golden harp on the arranged table. Then she slowly raised her slender hands and gently Start playing.

I saw Qian Renxue's willow eyebrows raised murderously, as if what she was holding was not a harp, but an unsheathed scimitar. Her left hand was gently twisting and wiping, and her right hand was protruding from the iron cavalry with the sound of swords and guns...

Big splitting fingers, small splitting fingers, rolling fingers... The fingers pressing on the strings were dizzyingly fast, and murderous music flowed out from the harp. Yuan Wentian, who had just entered the small courtyard, could clearly feel the murderous aura mixed with it.

There was a strange look on Yuan Wentian's face. The melody was obviously the tune of "The Wilderness".

The Taoist boy next to him chuckled and said: "The master sang a song that day in Qingyun Hall that was so passionate and inspiring that Miss Xue was fascinated. She has been composing music there whenever she has free time!"

Yuan Wentian couldn't help but laugh twice.

Zhengbong... After a broken sound, the courtyard became quiet. Qian Renxue sighed a little annoyedly. It was obvious that he had encountered a bottleneck.

Bang bang bang... monotonous applause sounded. Qian Renxue looked up and saw Yuan Wentian standing outside the pavilion with a smile. Her beautiful eyes flashed. She quickly put down her harp and stood up. She lightly plucked the harp on her forehead. With beautiful hair, Yingying saluted and said: "Subordinate, please see the leader!" She rolled her eyes at the Taoist boy next to her.

The Taoist boy next to him stuck out his tongue and said aggrievedly: "It was the master who asked me to keep quiet!"

After Yuan Wentian sat down in the pavilion, the maids served him fragrant tea and then retreated.

Yuan Wentian smiled and said: "Uh... are you composing the song I sang that day?"

Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes suddenly lit up, and she nodded: "Yes, I think the song the leader sang that day was majestic, passionate and heroic. Our Qingyun Army just lacks a war song, so I thought it could be Teach the rules to all generals and inspire them in battle!"

Yuan Wentian said happily: "This is a good idea. Have you already composed it?"

Qian Renxue shook her head and said: "Not yet, the melody of this song is a bit weird, but now that the leader is here, the trouble is no longer trouble. The leader can just write out the music score, so as to save his subordinates from having to think hard!" "

Yuan Wentian spit out a mouthful of tea!

Qian Renxue looked at Yuan Wentian in astonishment. The latter waved his hands awkwardly and said, "Well... I can't memorize music scores!"

"Master, don't be so modest!" Qian Renxue didn't believe that someone who could sing such a song couldn't write the notation.

After Yuan Wentian's repeated explanations, Qian Renxue finally believed that Yuan Wentian really didn't understand music, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

I don't know where this stinky man heard the music. No wonder I haven't seen him play musical instruments.

Qian Renxue held back her laughter and said, "Since the leader refuses to give instructions, forget it. Why don't the leader sing the song that day again and see if my subordinates can compose that tune correctly?"

Yuan Wentian nodded pretendingly: "That's a good idea. I just have a lot of experience."

The two Taoist boys silently moved the desk and placed it in front of Qian Renxue. On it were already laid out pens, papers, and inkstones for notation.

"Master, it's time to start!" Qian Renxue looked at Yuan Wentian with her beautiful eyes.

"What's going on... Hey, what are you playing?"

At this moment, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Bai Chenxiang were seen walking towards the pavilion. The one who spoke just now was Ning Rongrong. As for Xiao Wu, she had already jumped into the pavilion. In Wentian's arms, he asked curiously: "Brother, what are you doing?"

Qian Renxue laughed and said, "You guys arrived just in time. You are blessed. The leader is ready to sing!"

After listening to Qian Renxue's explanation, all the girls understood. Ning Rongrong pinched Yuan Wentian's arm and said angrily: "Brother Stinky Tian, ​​it's not fun to ask someone for such a fun thing. Beat you!"

Yuan Wentian glared at the girl with a dumbfounded look. He was now the leader, so why don't you give me some face?

Ning Rongrong ignored the stinking Yuan Wentian and sat next to him. He pulled Zhu Zhuqing and Bai Chenxiang and said, "Zhuqing, Xiangxiang, sit here and listen to Brother Tian crying and howling!"

Yuan Wentian almost fell down, knocked the girl and cursed with a smile: "Is my singing that bad?"

Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes at Yuan Wentian and said, "What's wrong with the ghost crying and the wolf howling? Only the ghost crying and the wolf howling are powerful!"

Xiao Wu quickly grabbed the seat on Yuan Wentian's right, held Yuan Wentian's arm affectionately, snorted Ning Rongrong cutely and said, "You yourself are the one crying like a ghost, but your brother sings so beautifully..." Brother, I want to listen to "Slaying the Dragon"!"

Yuan Wentian coughed lightly and said, "Don't make any noise, it's Xiaoxue's performance time now!"

Yuan Wentian cleared his throat and drank loudly.

Yuan Wentian had a good voice, and he had already memorized this piece of music by heart. His sonorous and rich baritone was slightly magnetic.

All the girls in the pavilion were quiet, their beautiful eyes were either bright, gentle, happy, or excited...

After the song ended, there was silence everywhere. The majestic and passionate singing seemed to be still reverberating in the sound. At some point, the Taoist boys and maids on Tianshu Peak secretly hid in the distance to watch, and even the secretly guarding Law Enforcement Hall disciples Everyone skipped work and came to listen to the leader's singing voice.

Yuan Wentian felt a little carried away by the admiration in the eyes of the girls, but Ning Rongrong next to him rubbed his ears and complained: "Brother Tian, ​​my ears were deafened by you, and they are still buzzing now. Howl so loudly?" Well?"

Xiao Wu wiped her pink face and said flatly: "Brother splashed two drops of saliva on me!"

Bai Chenxiang and Zhu Zhuqing both laughed out loud, and the maids and disciples watching outside covered their mouths and snickered.

Yuan Wentian, dumbfounded, turned over Xiao Wu and slapped Xiao Wu's butt, cursing: "Who made you stick so close!"

Xiao Wu touched her butt and said with gleaming eyes, "But my brother drinks so well...it makes me want to fight!"

Everyone laughs!

At this time, Qian Renxue began to write on the paper, using instruments to check the accuracy while writing, and everyone watched with bated breath.

Yuan Wentian's eyes fell on the paper spread on the case, and he suddenly felt dizzy because he realized that he couldn't understand what Qian Renxue wrote on the paper...

After half a stick of incense, Qian Renxue stopped writing. After all, she had worked hard to think about it during this period.

Yuan Wentian bit the bullet and asked, "Have you composed it yet?"

"My subordinates will play it once first. If the leader hears anything wrong, point it out!" Qian Renxue said.

Yuan Wentian secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. He was afraid of reading the music because he couldn't understand it at all. This method was exactly what he wanted. He didn't have to embarrass himself in front of Xiao Wu and the others. He nodded quickly: "Okay, okay!"

Qian Renxue glanced at Mr. Yuan with a half-smiling look, as if she was telling you to act like a big-tailed wolf!