Interstellar Strongest Gu Master

Zhong Linglan was gearing up, her eyes fell on Yan Xi's exquisite cheeks that seemed to have been kissed by God, she swallowed secretly, she was so lucky to be able to apply makeup on such a beautiful person with her own hands!

But when she picked up the foundation and was about to rub it on Yan Xi's face, Zhong Linglan fell into a predicament. Yan Xi's complexion was so good that she didn't need foundation at all.

As a result, after more than ten minutes, the cosmetics in his hand were changed one after another, without leaving any marks on Yanxi's face.

Zhong Linglan put down the things in her hands as if discouraged, and said: "Yanxi, your face is so delicate, I really can't add more things to it against my will."

Her tone was a bit annoyed, but she could feel that there was no malice at all when she listened carefully.

"You just stand on the stage, you don't need to perform at all, and you can hit the audience with a single face." Zhong Linglan waved her big hand and said with incomparable pride.

Yan Xi laughed lightly: "Thank you for your compliment, I will definitely perform well later."

Su Muer just walked in, heard the words and sneered, but she pretended to be kind and said: "Yanxi, don't put too much pressure on yourself, after all, you are not from the Art Academy, and it is normal to perform poorly."

Just as Zhong Linglan wanted to go back, she heard Yan Xi laughing in a low voice, her deep voice was so sweet that it made her ears feel pregnant.

Yan Xi nodded and said, "Well, it makes sense."

Not only did he not refute, but he also agreed with her words. Su Muer felt weird, but she couldn't tell exactly where the weirdness was.

"Yanxi, do you think this is suitable?" Xia Mingluo's voice sounded from outside the door, he walked in, pushed away the people around him, and took out a guqin from the space button.

Yan Xi pressed his fingers on the strings, and the guqin made a low and deep sound. The tone was mellow and upright. It was a good piano.

"Not bad." Yan Xi flicked her fingertips on the guqin a few times.

Su Muer's eyes widened, she looked at the guqin on the table in disbelief, and then at Yan Xi who looked calm, "Are you going to play the guqin?"

When Yan Xi pressed his palm, the sound of tuning stopped abruptly.

Retort: ​​"No?"

Su Muer glared at Yan Xi with beautiful eyes, and felt that Yan Xi was provoking her on purpose, "You don't think that anyone can learn the guqin, right? Since you want to lose face on stage, of course I can't stop you .”

She has been learning guqin since she was a child, and she considers her skills to be excellent, but for a poor kid from a remote planet, even if she learns some guqin skills, it is impossible for Yan Xi to be able to compare with him.

With his own performance in front, Yan Xi's mediocre skills on stage will definitely become the topic of conversation after dinner tomorrow.

Zhong Linglan disdains Su Muer's bitch, but it is undeniable that her piano skills are really good, she approached Yan Xi in a low voice, and said, "Yan Xi, can you beat her mother? How about changing her?" Show, I know the host, I can help you communicate."

Yan Xi thanked her for her kindness, "No need."

Xia Mingluo looked at Zhong Linglan who was standing beside Yan Xi, and frowned. He was gone for a while, and there was someone beside Yan Xi?

Yan Xi's own appearance is really good, Zhong Linglan's only role is to comb Yan Xi's waist-length hair.

When it was Yanxi's turn to play soon, Zhong Linglan gave him a cheering gesture, and Yanxi thanked him softly.

Xia Mingluo thought about it, but still felt that he should report to his elder brother. His elder brother loves Yan Xi so much. If the boy really fell in love, his elder brother must have the right to know.

Xia Mingluo thought so in his heart, and sent Xia Mingzhe a message instead.

The lights on the stage dimmed, but turned on again in the next moment, Yan Xi held the piano in one hand, her beautiful peach eyes swept around calmly, her expression was indifferent, with a bit of arrogance.

He turned around and sat cross-legged, with the guqin hanging on his knees, and with a hook of his fingertips, the sound of the zither poured out.

Different from Su Muer's euphemistic and melodious piano sound, Yan Xi's piano sound is filled with awe-inspiring murderousness. Every fluctuation of the piano sound has a sense of tension, as if the next moment will be approaching the city.

The overwhelming aura swept over without distinction, and everyone present seemed to have fallen into a passive situation.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano suddenly increased, like a sharp sword piercing the night sky. At the same moment, a phantom of emptiness was suddenly projected on the bright stage.

On the battlefield filled with gunpowder, the horses are roaring, the soldiers are screaming, the blood-stained depth is under the feet, and the sky is the sense of urgency of black clouds pressing down on the city.

The sword is like rain, and every time the sword is raised and lowered, life will be harvested.

The sight is full of chills, and the sad atmosphere seems to come along with the sound of the piano. After all people are involved in this war, they will be tense because of the high hoof of the horse, and they will be overwhelmed by the flash. The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword are sad...

Yan Xi closed his eyes slightly, and twitched his fingers casually on the strings. A magnificent and song-like battle was gradually coming to an end behind him.

And he seems to be a bystander, watching the tide of history, watching the vicissitudes of the past...

Su Mu'er bit her lip tightly, with a ferocious expression on her face, and her gaze stared fiercely at Yan Xi as if poisoned, he must have done it on purpose, it must have been on purpose.

There are so many programs to choose from, but Yan Xi chooses the same guqin as her, which is clearly a naked provocation.

His lips were biting white, and his face was ashen.

but,

In this provocation, she lost, completely.

Su Muer covered her face with her hands, her eyes were ferocious and distorted, she could already predict what would happen next.

Her hard-working plans were all in vain, and her previous sex appeal was reduced to a joke, and she wanted to make a name for herself, and then lost the opportunity to gain countless admiration.

Suddenly, a cold face quickly flashed across her mind, and Su Muer shuddered all over.

No, Yanxi must not let her ruin her plan.

If it fails, the price will be too great for her to bear.

Soldiers approach the city, soldiers meet each other, the two armies fight hard, everyone's face is bloody and firm, there is always no right or wrong in war, but the result is always the same.

The losers will lose their dignity, and their families and homeland will be devastated in their wake.

Every soldier is fighting hard with the determination to die and the belief that he must win, ambush from all sides, and the three armies confront each other...

With a flick of Yan Xi's fingers, the sound of the piano suddenly noticed a change, and the empty battlefield behind him also changed from tit-for-tat, and the life-and-death struggle came to an end.

Corpses littered the fields, blood stained the mountains and rivers, and the solitary remnant soldiers looked at the devastation everywhere, and their firm expressions faded away, leaving only sadness and sorrow.

The sound of the piano seems to have become longer, and along with the blowing autumn wind, the sadness was blown into the distance, into the infinite horizon...

Yan Xi pressed his hands together on the strings, he looked up at the auditorium, looked at the expressions of other people immersed in sadness, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled into an undetectable arc.

He got up and stepped off the stage, and his figure disappeared into the end of the light.

I don't know how long it took, and I don't know who was the first to puff up their palms. Like a signal, the applause continued for a long time, like waves blowing in the sea breeze, with one wave higher than the other.

Yan Xi went back to the backstage, put the guqin in his hand on the table, crossed his fingers, and moved his wrist. He hadn't practiced his hand for three days. He hadn't touched the guqin for a long time. He only played one piece, and his fingertips felt It hurts a little from being strangled by the strings.

Xia Mingluo looked at the person in front of him with complicated eyes, as if he didn't know him anymore.

Yan Xi chuckled, raised her hand and waved in front of his eyes, "Why, are you stupid?"

Xia Mingluo's tone was unbelievable with admiration, and said, "Yanxi, you are simply amazing."

People are more dead than people!

Yanxi is not only better at fighting than he is, but also at doing things better than him, and even his artistic talent is beyond his reach.

Xia Mingluo sighed deeply in his heart. If he had to compare, he would probably be better at playing games than Yanxi.

Yan Xi's eyes twitched, his eyes were filled with smiles, he accepted Xia Mingluo's compliments noncommittally.

Qiu Yun's face was livid, his face was barely considered beautiful, and his face was so gloomy. This wave of slaps in the face was really painful. She laughed at Yan Xi fiercely just now, but Yan Xi was killed by Yan Xi a second later. Just got back with a fantastic performance.

In sharp contrast to Qiu Yun's gloomyness was Zhong Linglan, her face was full of light, and when she looked at Yan Xi, her eyes were even brighter than the stars in the sky.

As expected of a person who has been kissed by God, not only has the ability of a top-level vase, but also hides gold inside, it is really, so excellent! !

"Yanxi." Zhong Linglan patted Yanxi's arm excitedly, and said with great pride: "From today on, you are my best sister. No matter what you do in the future, I will support you to the end!"

Yan Xi: "..."

Yan Xi frowned, looking blank: "Sister?"

Zhong Linglan changed her words in a second, faster than her face, "Brother, best brother, I will support you to death."

Yan Xi looked at Zhong Linglan's appearance like a hen guarding her cubs, and sighed helplessly, "Oh, as long as you are happy."

Zhong Linglan has a good temper and suits Yanxi's taste, but he doesn't mind these little things.

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the door, Yan Xi searched for the sound, the door was slowly pushed open, a tall and straight figure was exposed to the light, wearing a straight and strict military uniform, it looked broad shoulders waist thin legs long, A face sculpted by a superb axe, with a cold light, but it makes people fascinated by it.

"Azhe!" A bright smile appeared in Yan Xi's eyes, and before Xia Mingzhe walked in, he had already greeted him, "Why are you here?"

Yan Xi raised her head to look at Xia Mingzhe, her previous arrogance disappeared in an instant, like a tsundere little pet that suddenly saw its owner, and couldn't help rubbing its legs and feet to act coquettishly, hoping to get a kiss and a hug.

Of course, these are all crazy imaginations in Zhong Linglan's heart.