Chapter 552: Another Ambush from Flying Daggers

Style: Fantasy Author: iron horse flying bridgeWords: 3562Update Time: 24/01/18 05:30:59
Music, chess, calligraphy and painting, everything is related to Liu Wuxie.

"Who comes first!"

Who goes first, Zhou Liang or Liu Wuxie.

"I'll go first!"

Zhou Liang took a step forward, took out his guqin and put it on the table.

Beautiful notes are passed out from the boat.

Yin Jingwu's heart dropped because his piano skills were still better than Fu Hong's.

"You still don't know, but just last month, Junior Brother Zhou got a piano score, and his piano skills have already reached the master level."

A disciple whispered, deliberately not mentioning it just now, mainly to lure Liu Wuxie into being fooled.

Murong Yi's frown deepened, Zhou Liang's piano skills were actually not inferior to hers.

Liu Wuxie was in danger.

"This is the sound of the Four Seasons!"

Many people exclaimed.

The sound of the piano was actually divided into four stages. At the beginning, it fell on everyone's hearts like spring rain.

Every tone is like spring rain falling, making a tinkling sound.

Then!

The tone suddenly changes, like thunder in summer, and with every impact, everyone's heart beats.

A few minutes later, the sound changed again and became softer, like a gentle autumn wind, gently caressing everyone's head.

It feels very comfortable. The wheat is golden in front of everyone's eyes. This is the harvest season.

The notes switched again, a howling north wind blew around, and heavy goose feathers of snow fell.

This is the evolution of artistic conception. This set of four-season piano sounds is so powerful that it can interpret its own artistic conception.

Snowflakes are the evolution of laws, and the sound of the piano can control the laws. Zhou Liang's piano skills have reached the level of proficiency.

Many people are intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves. As the seasons change, their moods are constantly changing.

The spring breeze makes people warm, the summer flames make people anxious, the autumn wind makes people comfortable, and the north wind makes people cold.

Everyone is constantly traveling through the four seasons, sometimes it is cold, sometimes it is hot...

After playing for about ten minutes, the sound of the four seasons slowly disappeared.

Everyone is intoxicated and unwilling to wake up from the artistic conception.

"What a beautiful song!"

A Qinghong Sect disciple looked intoxicated.

"When did Zhou Liang's piano skills become so powerful?"

Several disciples from Tianluo Valley whispered.

Taking his hands off the guqin, Zhou Liang looked proud, and the compliments from all around continued to reach his ears.

At this moment, the shore of Dongyue Lake was also in chaos, and everyone was shocked by the sound of Zhou Liang's piano.

Everyone wanted to know who played the song.

"Junior Brother Zhou, you are so amazing. I will become your disciple in the future."

Several Qinghong Sect disciples came forward, hoping that Zhou Liang could teach them how to play the piano.

"There is no need to become a disciple. If you have any questions about piano skills in the future, just come to me."

Zhou Liang is not arrogant enough to accept anyone as his disciple. We are all brothers in the same discipline, so it’s okay to give him some advice.

Yin Jingwu was relieved. The sound of the Four Seasons completely established his chances of winning.

"Liu Wuxie, it's your turn!"

Yin Jingwu's face was full of provocation, wishing that Liu Wuxie would lose quickly, and he broke open Liu Wuxie's Dantian with his own hands.

Liu Wuxie sat there without moving, which made many people puzzled. Could it be that, as Qinghongmen said, Liu Wuxie really didn't know how to play the piano.

The method of provoking the generals was deliberately used, but who knew that the Qinghong Sect was really going to pull it off.

"Liu Wuxie, what are you still doing? If you give up, quickly abolish your cultivation!"

Jia Fengmao finally seized the opportunity and mocked Liu Wuxie fiercely.

"Mr. Liu, don't you have a guqin?"

Murong Yi suddenly asked Liu Wuxie.

She was really right, Liu Wuxie didn't have a guqin.

Liu Wuxie was thinking about who to borrow the guqin from, but she couldn't, so she had no choice but to ask Fu Hong.

But Murong Yi saw through it.

"yes!"

Liu Wuxie smiled bitterly. He rarely wore a guqin.

After his rebirth, he has been busy cultivating and has always forgotten about things that cultivate his sentiments.

"If Master Liu doesn't mind, I can lend you my guqin."

Murong Yi was willing to lend her guqin to Liu Wuxie.

This move made countless people look at Liu Wuxie with hatred. It was the guqin used by the goddess in their hearts, and it was about to be desecrated by Liu Wuxie.

"Thank you very much, Miss Murong."

Liu Wuxie was not polite and agreed to use Murong Yi's guqin.

Murong Yi winked, and Yan Yatou quickly picked up the guqin, went down the stairs, and placed the guqin in front of Liu Wuxie.

The guqin is not big, about one meter long, half a foot wide, and has four strings in total.

A faint fragrance seeped out from the guqin, which must have been played by Murong Yi often. The guqin was tainted with the aroma of her body, and it smelled very comfortable.

"Liu Wuxie, if you can't play, don't ruin Miss Murong's guqin."

Many people looked jealous, wondering how capable Liu Wuxie was and how he had been favored by Murong Yi again and again.

"Liu Wuxie, give up. Talent can't make up for the piano skill. It's too late for you to think about learning now."

The disciples of the Qinghong Sect thought that Liu Wuxie did not know how to play the guqin. If not, how could he not even carry the guqin with him.

Liu Wuxie remembered that more than a year ago at Imperial College, he conquered countless people with his song "House of Flying Daggers".

Today, just play it again.

"Today's scene reminded me of a song called 'House of Flying Daggers', so I'll give it to you!"

This situation is so similar to the scene that day, ambushed from all sides and besieged on all sides.

Liu Wuxie put his hands on the piano, and as soon as he finished speaking, everything fell silent.

"Qiang!"

Like an iron horse, the moment it sounded, everyone's heart suddenly twitched.

"What a strong piano sound!"

Many people were shocked, just a tone, why they felt like their hearts were going to jump out.

In an instant!

One note after another flew out, the music became louder and louder, and the beating frequency of the heart kept accelerating, like a ball of hot blood exploding in their hearts.

"Listen to the shrill frosty wind at night,"

"The stars are shining brightly and the moon is flying into the sky."

Liu Wuxie suddenly shouted, and every word seemed to be filled with magic power, resounding throughout the night sky.

It was autumn at this moment, it was late at night, and the stars were shining brightly, and the moon was flying in the sky. Corresponding to this scene, everyone could not help but feel involved.

"I want to cry, I really want to cry!"

Some people couldn't bear Liu Wuxie's penetrating piano music and wanted to cry loudly.

Who has not experienced suffering, who has not experienced ambush from all sides, who has not experienced bullying, Liu Wuxie's piano music explains everything.

The sound of the piano brought them into another world, a world they had never experienced before. The soaring sound of the piano and the soul-stirring songs impacted their hearts and shocked their souls.

"The guqin rushes to the golden song,"

"There are so many sounds of nature and sounds of drums and drums."

Two more sentences appeared, and everyone's mood changed again. It was like they were holding a ball of fire in their hearts, and if they didn't let it out, they would all burn in the fire.

The sound of the piano became more and more urgent, spreading to every corner of Dongyue Lake.

"Ambush from all sides to imprison Wuxie,"

"The overlord's soldiers will fight for hundreds of battles in the end."

Liu Wuxie's voice was filled with desolation and endless malice, tearing apart everyone's hearts. They could feel the anger in Liu Wuxie's heart.

The provocations from the Qinghong Sect and the ridicule from the crowd all came to mind, burning like the flame of hatred in their hearts.

now!

They stood together with Liu Wuxie and were brought into Liu Wuxie's inner world by the sound of the piano.

The maids standing at the edge of the fence were sobbing softly. They sympathized with Liu Wuxie and their hatred for Qinghongmen became even stronger.

Murong Yi covered her mouth with her hands and looked at Liu Wuxie in disbelief. There was such a beautiful song in the world.

"The fisherman sighs when his boat stops but does not cross."

"In life, there are heroes and in death there are heroes."

"Ambush from all sides!"

The sound of the piano is euphemistic, like the cry of an oriole, revealing sadness, helplessness towards the world, and injustice towards the sky, and the interpretation is vivid and vivid.

The crying became more and more frequent, and tears flowed down unconsciously.

Zhou Liang's music can only arouse everyone's emotions.

The sound of Liu Wuxie's piano can already control people's minds, making them intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

Maybe the sky could feel the anger in Liu Wuxie's heart. Scattered snowflakes floated in the sky, and everyone was intoxicated.

This is not the evolution of laws, but real snowflakes, and it has entered late autumn.

"Sighing at the plight of heroes in troubled times,"

"I suffer from having few close friends in the world."

"The world is ambushed from all sides,"

"Amazing work that has never been done before."

"Ambush from all sides."

A feeling of loneliness filled the sky, and everyone heard the silence in the sound of the piano.

No one understood Liu Wuxie's inner world, the inner loneliness, the sadness, gathered into a warm current, and poured into their chests, and tears fell unconsciously.

Heroes are cherished in troubled times, and there are few close friends in the world.

At this moment, Murong Yi could no longer control her eyes, tears could not help but fall down the corners of her eyes.

"What a sad song, what a domineering song!"

Many people secretly said that there are two extremes.

The song releases the inner anger and is extremely impactful.

"Three thousand miles of vast Gobi desert,"

"The sun burns and the earth burns."

"Dazzling Heaven and Earth, Encountering Qiong Tower"

"Thinking back to the golden palace where singing and dancing brought peace and prosperity the year before last."

Liu Wuxie recalled the Qionglou Pavilion where she lived. She once held the stars in her hands and stepped on the sky. How majestic she was, but today she was bullied by dogs.

Every word, every note is so soul-stirring that even if he is in jail, he will not give in and tear apart the world with his fists.

"Dream of broken firewood bridge and burning fire,"

"Sighing the misery of the remnants."

"There is no end to the yellow sand,"

"The remaining soldiers will be defeated and all will be left alone."

Silence!

The surroundings were deathly silent, with only the sound of Liu Wuxie's piano echoing in the sky.

"The strong wind blows the sand and fills the sky,"

"Suddenly I heard the song of fighting and the war horses were frightened."

"The great event has passed, the river has drained,"

"There is no choice but to regret the death."

The sound of the piano flickers in and out, sometimes intermittently. A generation of immortal emperors died on the battlefield. The situation is over and the river has run out. There is no choice but to bury his bones.

Liu Wuxie was silent in his own world, just wanting to vent his emotions at the moment.

"The country is beautiful and the water is beautiful,"

"A man has great ambitions but no worries."

"Change your mind and go through eighteen reincarnations,"

"What's wrong with talking and laughing?"

"The fighting songs are over and the war horses are roaring,"

"The soldiers will follow the Lord to death,"

"The body left behind is proud and strong."

When the last word fell, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and a thick breath of turbid air was released from Liu Wuxie's chest.

When the last note fell, the entire boat fell into deathly silence.

They forgot to breathe, forgot where they were, and remained silent in the world of war and iron horses.

"Pa bang bang..."

Thunderous applause suddenly came from the entire Dongyue Lake. Countless people on the shore cried and applauded desperately.

The applause passed through Dongyue Lake and reached the painted boat.