Villain: Writing a diary becomes stronger, but the hostess design collapses

The orange light is reflected in the Fenghua water, bringing a golden wave of light, and people come and go on the road on both sides, until it reaches a place where the lights are dim.

Everything is lively and quiet.

And at this moment, three voices came from the tall building standing above the river.

One sonorous, one evil charm, and another long and distant.

After Qin Jingyu started, the three of Xiao Yan played their own tune at the same time.

Yuwen Wangyou's jade pipa clanged loudly, like a silver bottle bursting and water splashing, like two armies fighting each other.

Li Yiyi's Jiuxiao was originally a representative of Fengshuang, but she was full of evil spirits, alluring, but full of danger, as if she would fall into the endless abyss if she dared to separate her mind.

The sound of Xiao Yan's flute is deep and thick, long and far away, but the end of the far distance is endlessly desolate and desolate.

The three voices were mixed together, which was extremely chaotic, but strangely harmonious.

The sound wave flew out of the roof and landed on the water surface, immediately bringing up layers of waves, the waves splashed, sometimes mellow and sometimes collapsed to a height of several feet.

The sound of waves, turbulent waves, and crashing waves instantly echoed throughout the hall on the second floor.

"Musicians! Three musicians! Let's forget about Li Yiyi and Xiao Yan, but how could Xiao Yan be a musician?!" Jiang Tianzhe's eyes widened when he heard the sound of the surging waves outside, and he stared at Xiao Yan Yan.

Chu Qianqian's beautiful eyes also instantly enlarged, and she looked at Xiao Yan in disbelief.

In the mainland of Zhongzhou, the music path is divided into five levels, music people, musicians, half-step masters, masters, and grand masters.

As long as you can perform a complete piece of music, you are all musicians. It can also be said that as long as you are a human being, you can be called musicians.

The passing of geese leaves traces, and the passing of wind leaves its sound. Naturally, there are traces to follow, and musicians use sound animals.

And this half-step master uses music to feel all things, and "music" goes straight to the heart, and can cross races and overcome all obstacles.

The master can shape all things with music, and a world is created by a song, and the master can realize the artistic conception in the song.

Great masters can kill people with joy, but they cannot be obtained without specialized music cultivation.

Ordinary monks who can reach the realm of musicians can take it out and be proud.That half-step master is even more unique.

As for the master, the great master, what is needed is not only the talent of Le Dao, but more importantly, the accumulation of life and the polishing of time.

And Xiao Yan, Li Yiyi, and Yuwen Wangyou moved the water of elegance with just a few words, and they have already reached the realm of musicians.

Qin Jingyu, Wei Guogong, and Prime Minister Zuo also squinted their eyes when they saw this.

They thought that the three of them were Bibi's tunes and skills, but they didn't expect them to directly raise Bile to another level.

These young people will really surprise them!

Unlike them, Xiao Yan and the others felt more directly.

Because every time they play a syllable, they can feel the impact of the other two sound waves.

When Li Yiyi and Yuwen Wangyou sensed this moment, they were also secretly startled. The two of them were looking for Chu Qianqian to have fun, and it was just a temporary idea.

But I didn't expect Xiao Yan alone to be a musician.

Since Chu Qianqian is his Le Dao master, where is her level?

Xiao Yan didn't think too much at the moment, but seriously felt the heavy pressure between his fingers and his breath.

Although he has "Music Law" and related experience and knowledge.

But after all, he didn't get it himself, after all, he has a sense of freshness and a desire to conquer this kind of pressure.

Suddenly, he became serious again.

And at this moment, the pipa in Yuwen Wangyou's hand sped up again. If it was a hand-to-hand fight before, then the current fight is a fight to the death, a fight to the death.

To successfully play this feeling, she needs to be very excited, otherwise she may not even be able to pluck the strings of the jade pipa!

However, at this moment, a sense of desolation suddenly flooded her heart.

"Zheng-"

Yuwen Wangyou's pipa meaning was interrupted in an instant, and the jade string in the second half stopped for an instant.

Two drops of scarlet blood instantly appeared on her finger.

But Yuwen Wangyou didn't care at all at the moment.

He just looked at Xiao Yan in a daze: "Half-step master?!!!!!!"

On the main seat, Qin Jingyu stood up, his pupils dilated, and looked at Xiao Yan in shock.

He is also learning Changxiao, he thinks that he is talented in Le Dao, but he only became a half-step master at the age of 25, but how old is Xiao Yan this year?

17 years old! ! !

17-year-old half-step master!What about trouble? ! ! !

Monster! ! !

Just at this moment, there were two more "clank" sounds.

Li Yiyi's guqin music could no longer sustain Xiao Yan's bleak mood, and was directly interrupted.

But Xiao Yan still didn't stop at this moment, playing the tune over and over again.

The long and distant sound of flute, with the thick as substance, desolate as late autumn, the feelings of lovesickness, loneliness and bleakness, hit the hearts of everyone present.

But this was still not over, the lights on the second floor suddenly sank, and the originally bright hall sank in an instant.

Everyone didn't know whether it was because of dazzled eyes or why, they suddenly felt that their feet were no longer the mahogany floor, but a vast expanse of yellow sand.

Qin Jingyu couldn't hold back at this moment.

"Music Shapes Everything!! It's the embryonic form of Music Shaped Everything!!! Do you want to go straight to the Grandmaster rank?!!!"

But at this moment, there was another crisp cracking sound.

But this time it wasn't Yuwen Wangyou, nor Li Yiyi, but Xiao Yan.

I saw that Chang Xiao in Xiao Yan's hand was broken into half! ! ! ! ! !

Xiao Yan was slightly stunned, and suddenly remembered the characteristics of this "Music Rhythm": it is not recommended to use musical instruments.

An earth-level long flute was blown to pieces by him.

Tsk tsk, it's unbelievable, what a waste.

It's just a pity.

But just when Xiao Yan wanted to completely disperse the sand and dust on the ground, suddenly a long flute that was emerald green and had a hidden dragon flowing appeared in front of him.

"Brother Xiao, I borrowed it from you. If it breaks, I won't let you pay for it."

Qin Jingyu's eyes were reddened at this moment, he wanted to know where Xiao Yan's limit was today.

So even if it is his most beloved - Qijie, he can lend it to him.

The music form everything is different from the previous ones, as long as the formed things have not completely dissipated, then there is still a possibility of remedy.

Xiao Yan glanced at Qin Jingyu, without hesitation, raised his hand and took the seven knots.

These seven verses are heavenly instruments, so they shouldn't break so easily...

When the wind blows and the clouds fly, the strong man will never return once he is gone!

In an instant, the long and distant flute sounded again!

Along with it, there was another person singing loudly!

The bright moon rises from the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ​​clouds.

Tens of thousands of miles of long wind blows Yumen Pass.

Han went down Baideng Road and looked at Qinghai Bay.

Originated from the battlefield, no one returned.

The hostess looked at his side, thinking how bitter he was.

High-rise buildings this night, sighing is not free.