Use the most unpleasant music in the world to meet the most powerful opponent in front of you? !
This is naturally Li Xiuyuan’s clear plan!
Just like what Nalan Ruoyu thought under the high platform, this inexplicable music score, in his opinion, was the result of using all his talents, and he was probably no match for the woman in front of him.
Is it stupid to use an unfamiliar piano score to fight against a genius who has been tempered to steel?
After staying quietly on the high platform for a long time, I came up with this method of treating the other person in his own way.
Since you want me to play your music, then I will! After all, there was no rule before that you had to play according to your prescribed rhythm.
I have my rhythm, I have my moves.
Li Xiuyuan, who has studied Buddhist scriptures since childhood, has long since reached a state where he is not affected by external objects.
Sitting in the wind and snow, since he did not release the power of his body to build a protective shield around his body, he also did not release the power of the Phoenix's third rotation.
Because he remembered what Nalan Ruoyu said, he should try to be as low-key as possible.
Therefore, he decided to use the most low-key method to win the current competition.
He was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity for the other party to make a mistake. As long as the woman in the white dress opposite made a slight mistake, he would have a chance to win this impossible game.
Therefore, whether it was the disciples and elders of the Snowfield Holy Land under the high platform, or the thousands of disciples in Tianyun Mountain, they all endured Li Xiuyuan's music that was slowed down by half a beat.
What's puzzling is that it doesn't matter if it's half a beat too slow. What's abominable is that he deliberately plays the second half of every note very hard.
It felt like a shrew in the market was cursing, deliberately dragging out the last sound.
As a result, everyone had to enjoy Ouyang Manxue's heavenly voice while enduring Li Xiuyuan's howling as if from hell.
Two unrelated and incompatible pieces of music were mixed together, playing two completely different styles on the high platform.
This is the plot of Xueyuan Holy Land against Tianyun Holy Land!
This is also Li Xiuyuan's clear plan for the woman in the white dress in front of him!
Just when everyone under the high platform was about to collapse, Ouyang Manxue's piano sound like fairy music in the wind and snow suddenly paused for no reason.
Even the phoenix, which was hovering in the air and about to pounce on the boy opposite, paused for a moment.
In the eyes of thousands of people, the current moment seems to be frozen in time!
Even Ouyang Chongming in the main hall had the illusion that time was frozen at a certain point the moment Ouyang Manxue's music stopped.
Everyone under the high platform shook their heads, wondering whether the moment before had frozen in time.
Only Meng Shentong and Nalan Ruoyu, who closed their eyes and listened quietly, had smiles on their faces.
Meng Shentong couldn't help but whisper to himself: "What a boy!"
Nalan Ruoyu said softly: "Chaos is about to arise, and the phoenix may not be able to return to its nest..."
At the moment, Li Xiuyuan has not yet understood the law of time, but with the help of the old man from Jade Disc Space, the current moment in Tianyun Mountain was frozen for a moment!
Just for a moment, the flowing song "The Phoenix Returns to the Nest" paused, and for a moment he fell into the sonorous and untuned rhythm of the boy opposite.
At the moment, Li Xiuyuan didn't know that time had frozen in the moment that just passed. And he, who was not disturbed by external objects, did not stop the sound of the piano between his fingers even when time was frozen for a moment!
Li Xiuyuan, who remained unchanged in response to the ever-changing situation, finally caused the phoenix transformed from the snow above the head of the girl in the white dress to panic, and almost disappeared in the long snow.
Even so, the smart Ouyang Manxue quickly found his own rhythm and no longer followed the wise calculation of the young man in black shirt in front of him.
However, since she was interrupted once by Li Xiuyuan, she would never be able to return to that moment when her heart was as still as water!
Your rhythm is very good, but my hands and feet are slow, only half a beat behind yours!
"Ding dong!" A high-pitched piano sound sounded like a horn of attack on the battlefield. Li Xiuyuan didn't care whether the woman in front of him would fall into his trap.
The already slow half-beat piano sound was deliberately played very hard.
Just when Ouyang Manxue was about to reprimand him, Li Xiuyuan, who was playing the piano with both hands, actually recited the "Rhythm Enlightenment" that Long Hongchen had practiced, word by word, in the wind and snow.
The clouds are against the rain, the snow is against the wind, and the evening light is against the clear sky.
The approaching geese are opposite to the departing geese, and the local birds are opposite to the singing insects.
Three-foot sword, six-jun bow, Lingbei faces Jiangdong.
The Qingshu Palace in the world is the Guanghan Palace in the sky.
Like the newly enlightened student in the private school, Li Xiuyuan read out the sentences in his memory one by one while holding the piano.
So, in everyone's ears...the young man's piano music on the high platform was out of tune, but the sentences that came from his mouth were neat and beautiful.
For a time, not to mention the elders in the hall, even the thousands of disciples under the high platform felt a huge contrast in their hearts!
The boy who can play the most unpleasant piano music in the world can read the neatest and most beautiful poems to their ears!
crazy! Thousands of disciples, together with the disciples of Snowfield Holy Land, were tortured crazy by Li Xiuyuan on the high platform!
"Master Headmaster, isn't this disciple of yours deliberately causing trouble?" Ouyang Chongming couldn't help but protested to the Headmaster.
Meng Shentong, who was sitting next to him, replied calmly: "He is not pretending to be someone else. Who said you are not allowed to recite poetry while playing the piano?"
Nalan Ruoyu smiled and said: "Yes, I have never heard such a poem before. In my opinion, only such a beautiful piano sound can be worthy of such a pure poem."
Ouyang Xuan, who was standing behind Ouyang Chongming, almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
Is this kind of music also called beautiful?
This was a deliberate prank on the young man on the high platform, but he didn't expect that Li Xiuyuan would play his prank tune in a precise manner.
And it was deliberately slowed down by half a beat.
If he had known this, he might as well have ignored it and let the two people on the high platform perform normally. Maybe the winner would have been decided.
Only now did he realize that he had shot himself in the foot!
Ouyang Manxue, who was on the high platform, was already in unspeakable pain. She even had the urge to pounce on and kill the young man playing the piano.
You must know that it is not difficult to enter your own artistic conception, but it is rare to find the feeling of entering your own artistic conception again after being interrupted by others.
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If her mood is disturbed, the artistic conception in her music will gradually disappear. If the artistic conception disappears, the phoenix transformed by the wind and snow will naturally disappear as well.
This is something she doesn't allow to happen, and it's a consequence she can't afford!
In desperation, she immediately turned around and commanded the phoenix among phoenixes to pounce on the boy opposite!
You can mess up my mood, but I will also destroy your freedom!
Then thousands of monks heard a crisp phoenix cry in their ears. The phoenix transformed by the wind and snow on the high platform flew down from the girl's head and pounced on the young man in black shirt playing the piano on the left!
"Ding!" sounded, and a sword energy transformed from the sound of a piano was hidden in the wind and snow and slashed at the flying phoenix.
"Spring versus summer, autumn versus winter, evening drums versus morning bells..."
Li Xiuyuan, who was playing the piano with his lower eyebrows, deliberately amplified his chanting voice, and quietly concealed the nameless sword energy created by the Shenlong tendon refining the piano strings!
"Chirp!" A mournful cry sounded in the sky!
Before the thousands of monks could see clearly, the phoenix that was about to rush to the young man suddenly turned into snowflakes all over the sky and was blown under the high platform by a gust of cold wind.
Almost without any warning, the phoenix transformed by the wind and snow disappeared between heaven and earth in front of the young man.
The flying snow that was flying all over the sky didn't even land on the boy's piano stand, but was blown away by a cold wind without a trace!
Ouyang Xueman, who had lost the phoenix, felt bitter for a moment, and couldn't help but the sound of the piano suddenly turned out with sonorous meanings!
So in front of the servant, in front of Ouyang Manxue, who was dressed in a white dress, suddenly dozens of sword energy transformed from the sound of the piano came from between the strings of the piano, and with a whistling sound, it slashed at the young man in black clothes who was less than ten feet away from her!
His hands hurriedly moved the strings between his fingers, turning them into strings.
The sharp sword slashed at the uncultivated young man!
Ouyang Manxue, who originally only had to win the game with a phoenix transformed from snowflakes, finally couldn't help but use his special trick when the phoenix disappeared!
The guqin turned into a sword and slashed at the boy opposite!
In her opinion, as long as she cuts off the boy's strings, she can successfully win the competition, and she doesn't need to worry about anything else after that.
"Be careful!" At this time, even Yuan Zun in the main hall couldn't help but worry about Li Xiuyuan!
In his opinion, how could a young man with no cultivation be the harp-turned-sword wielded by the arrogant woman of the Snowfield Holy Land!
Li Xiuyuan on the high platform seemed to hear Yuan Zun's call. He was so frightened that he immediately took back the iron piano on the table, and took advantage of the situation to kick the tables and chairs in front of him towards the sword energy of Zhan Xue!
Just when everyone thought he was interrupting the competition, Li Xiuyuan unexpectedly fell to the ground holding the iron piano in the wind and snow...
From the moment he took the harp back, to kicking the table and chair out, to falling back into the snow, it only changed in an instant.
Before everyone could recover, dozens of sword energy from Ouyang Manxue smashed the tables and chairs kicked out by Li Xiuyuan into pieces.
But the boy who fell down in the snow had an iron piano on his lap, and the tinkling sound of the strings was as unpleasant and harsh as before!
"Light versus dark, light versus dense, wisdom versus mean!"
Li Xiuyuan's music did not stop, and the poems he chanted did not stop at all!
The thousands of monks under the high platform opened their mouths wide, and the group of experts in the main hall couldn't help but frown!
Before the cheers could be heard under the high platform, three strings of "babababa!" sounded in everyone's ears!
The sharp-eyed monk exclaimed. At some point, the girl in the white dress who was sitting at the table playing the guqin suddenly broke three strings of the guqin on the table.
But the young man who was playing the piano with his head lowered in front of him seemed unaware of the sudden change on the other side, and still played the most unpleasant sound of the piano.
The beautiful verses were still coming out of his mouth.
Only at this time, no matter whether it is the Shuzhi disciples under the high platform or the venerable master sitting in the hall, they no longer find the young man's piano sound unpleasant!
Without comparison, the boy's piano sound became clear and full, like a gurgling stream in the mountains or like the gentle breeze passing slowly in the forest.
Even Nalan Ruoyu also covered her mouth, she was afraid that she would say her compliments next moment!
Xiao Ling'er pulled Chen Xiaoyan's sleeve and said with a smile: "Sister, brother is so awesome, much better than you!"
Chen Xiaoyan looked at the young man on the high platform who was neither sad nor happy, but still lowered his head to play the piano. She couldn't help but asked softly: "Why didn't you let me meet you earlier?"
Ping An in the Tianshu Hall pointed down the mountain and said: "Master, that is the sound of my brother's piano. We have won another game!"
Wang Qiang sighed and said leisurely: "It's all up to my junior brother to turn things around today!"
Ouyang Manxue stared blankly at the table where three strings of the guqin were broken. She was at a loss for a while. She didn't even know why the strings of the guqin in front of her were broken.
She clearly remembered that the panicked young man kicked over her desk and chair, and in a hurry, blocked dozens of her sword energy!
Even Ouyang Chongming and Ouyang Xuan in the main hall were paying attention to the sword energy that Ouyang Manxue slashed out!
No one on the high platform could see clearly how the strings on the girl's desk broke, including Li Xiuyuan's master Nalan Ruoyu.
Only the silent Meng Shentong sighed secretly: "You are too low-key!"
"The melody has fifty strings for no reason. Each string and one column reminds me of my good years...Senior sister, the strings in your hand are broken. Can you still eat?"
Li Xiuyuan did not stop playing the piano in his hand, but raised his head and looked at her and asked quietly.
Ouyang Manxue looked around and saw the music score on the scarf spread in front of the boy. It was extremely dazzling at the moment!
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Oops! I also like these two chapters very much. The one who plays the most ugly piano wins, the most powerful person! This is a story that the author wants to dig out. I wonder if I can get your votes back?
