The Great Wilderness Helping His Wife

"Wait for the lamp, wait for the stool, wait for the lamp, wait for the lamp, wait for the stool..."

After a prelude, everyone was stupefied and their eyes widened.

Ah this...

This is a tune?

As expected, Xingyuetan was not bright.

This kind of art form is really beyond their cognition.

But when they heard this prelude, they all had a strange feeling.

It's just...they're doing somersaults.

I don't know why, it just feels like this.

But looking at the strange musical instrument with lingering lights and constantly vibrating strings, they still felt that this piece of music was too outrageous.

But soon, the piano sounded, making everyone's ears and eyes clear.

Then, the wind music sounded, as if the road ahead was long but the steps were firm.

Every drumbeat is like beating in the heart.

The lead female musician opened her mouth to sing softly, and the artistic conception was surrounded by immortal energy, as if a cloud-top heavenly palace appeared in front of it, and the moon was bright when the clouds opened.

At this time, Xingyuetan suddenly bloomed with dazzling brilliance, which was even brighter than the previous song.

At this moment, everyone finally entered the artistic conception of the song.

After the song was over, Xingyuetan fell into absolute silence for a mile around.

After a full hundred breaths, the halo in the pool slowly dissipated.

Long time, long time.

A literati from Yan State said: "Mr. Qin, don't be impatient, our song can still be ranked third!"

Qin Mo pondered for a moment, then said kindly, "Shut up!"

The man nodded immediately: "Okay!"

Seeing Qin Mo deflated, Nan Ziling was even happier, and gave Zhao Hao a hard look.

Zhao Hao didn't answer this wink, because he felt that Nan Ziling's mental state was even more abnormal.

Up to now, the leader of the piano item whose title is "Xian" should have been stabilized.

It's just that he still hasn't felt the aura emanating from the Kyushu Ding in the rumors, maybe it will only appear after the topic selection is officially over!

Zhao Hao made a gesture.

The musicians of Tianxiang Pavilion removed most of the musical instruments, leaving only a qin and a flute.

This time it is a remix of the fairy sword series.

As expected, everyone was stunned again.

Three pieces of music, three conceptions, all are different.

The style of music that is similar to that of the few countries just now is simply a world of difference.

Zhao Hao also vaguely understood the judgment method of Xingyuetan. Breaking the barriers may be a huge bonus. After all, the vitality of art and literature is innovation, and they cannot always stay in the stereotypes created by the predecessors.

He suddenly felt a little ashamed, because the three songs just now were all copied.

But on second thought, I am not an artist in the first place, why should I be ashamed?

Just rice!

No shame!

But other literati obviously don't think so. The three pieces of music just now have brought them a great shock. It's okay if they don't understand music theory. The musicians who played in other countries just came forward to congratulate them.

"Congratulations Mr. Zhao for winning the top three!"

"Congratulations Mr. Zhao for winning the top three!"

"Congratulations Mr. Zhao for winning the top three!"

Although they were all from the Taoist Academy, the congratulations were very sincere, and there was no resentment due to selfishness.

Zhao Hao felt a little bit emotional, although these ascetics were a bit misbehaving, they were not purely leading evil people.

He was about to speak a few words.

Suddenly, he felt that strands of Qi had penetrated into Xingyuetan and drifted towards his altar.

magnificent.

majesty.

This feeling is very similar to that when he got married, he was bestowed with national fortune by the Wanmin Temple.

There is a feeling of being recognized.

But it's not exactly the same, it seems that it's just a temporary tentacles on your body, and it will be withdrawn at any time.

Zhao Hao didn't care about withdrawing or not, he only cared about the location of the Kyushu tripod and Chuanguo Yuxi.

In just a split second, he frantically activated Qizhi Wenxing, and his perception became a hundred times sharper in an instant.

The faint sense of traction suddenly became clear.

Two vaguely visible traction lines also appeared in his perception.

Southeast, seventy miles to eighty miles.

Southwest, forty miles to sixty miles.

This feeling is very vague, and being able to make such a judgment is already Zhao Hao's limit.

It is not easy for the leader of a small project to obtain such information.

This is still the situation where Zhao Hao's three poems crushed and swept the three, and Qizhi Wenxing's perception has been improved a hundred times. It is no wonder that after so many sessions of the Wenhui, no one has ever found the whereabouts of Chuanguo Yuxi.

The traction brought by the Qi machine disappeared quickly, and Zhao Hao also returned to normal.