The first thousand seven hundred chapters

One thousand seven hundred chapters

“What is this?”

“This is a musical instrument?”

After seeing the Xiqin and the bow in Lin Yun’s hands, everyone was dumbfounded. They had never seen such a weird instrument.

Everyone was surprised, even Yan Tianchen was astonished, frowned and said, “This is Xi Qin?”

“Isn’t Xi Qin lost long ago…no one knows the score and the method of playing.” Luo Shuyi said in surprise, and Lin Wan was also surprised aside.

Even Yue Weiwei was quite puzzled at the moment.

“Xi Qin? Hahaha, Lin Xiao, you really belong to you!”

Meizi showed a smile in the picture and shook his head. He had some expectations before, what kind of trump card Lin Yun could show, but after seeing only Xi Qin, he laughed.

This thing has long since been lost, not just now.

It was lost in ancient times. No one knows how to play, and there is no way to talk about the score. I don’t even know how to play it, or even what sound it is, no one knows how to make a score.

“Qinglian Shengxue!”

Meizihua looked arrogant, with a chuckle, and the piano’s tone changed.

It was clearly the Suzaku flying across the sky, and the clouds of fire burned the sky, but there was a huge white snow. On the surface of the lake, blue lotus flowers rose, and he cleared the field while playing the piano. The sound was beautiful and beautiful, and it was quite ancient.

Lin Yun was about to pull Xi Qin, and a green lotus rose under his feet, the green lotus bloomed, and a scorching breath instantly exploded.

Huh!

The strings that were about to be pulled up had to be forced to give up, and their toes lit up on the water.

Whoosh whoosh!

The figure kept flickering, avoiding the blooming green lotus.

Not long after, Lin Yun became more embarrassed, and Mei Zihua’s smile became stronger. The nine maids behind him played music at the same time, making this Qinglian Holy Snow Song more condensed.

Obviously, these people often play in ensemble on weekdays, with a tacit understanding and a harmonious rhythm.

Coupled with the singing of plum paintings, the falling snowflakes are as agile as they have a life.

It’s cold!

Lin Yun shuddered, and found that his body was already covered with frost at some point.

Stiff limbs, inconvenient hands and feet.

It became very difficult to exert force, bang, another green lotus bloomed, Lin Yun was not in a hurry to dodge, and was directly blown out.

“Lin Xiao, it seems that these nine beautiful beauties, you are not blessed to endure. With this ability, don’t be a heroic man, obediently let the three births fruit out.”

Mei Zihua smiled happily.

He was very arrogant and arrogant, but he could see that facing Lin Yun, he was not so high.

It’s still arrogant at the moment, but it’s mostly ridicule.

“That’s it!”

Mei Zihua smiled faintly, Mei Xue’s god urged her to move, and the more than a thousand green lotuses on the lake surface released a faint light.

The Suzaku hovering in the sky, under the sound of the piano, spit out a mouthful of brilliant flames.

boom!

In an instant, more than a thousand green lotuses on the lake surface were ignited at the same time, and the green lotuses on the lake surface were in full bloom, and the flames reflected the holy snow in the sky. The vision was so beautiful that it was suffocating.

Everyone held their breath, and only felt that their scalp was numb, which was terrifying.

The melody played by Meizihua is too perfect!

It’s hard to imagine, his artistic conception can be called the pinnacle.

Before everyone thought he was a bit rascal, he was already defeated, and he had to bring the nine maids to suppress Lin Yun.

But now I have to say that this man is really a rhythmic wizard, and I am afraid that sooner or later he will understand the voice of the emperor.

With such an image, I can’t think of any way to defeat it.

On the boat upstairs, Palace Master Langya looked at these visions and was also dumbfounded in astonishment. The elders are all dumbfounded, is this really a young man popping up?

Their spiritual cultivation is stronger than Meizi painting, and the ancient song Qinglian Shengxue can even play, and the visions they play may be stronger than the power of Meizi painting.

But the imagery wants to be so perfect, I can hardly even think about it, the gap in musical attainments is too great.

“The Nine Qu Ling Lantern is drunk with the green lotus, and the holy snow in the sky goes to the Promise.”

A soft sigh sounded around Yue Weiwei and the others, and a few of them quickly looked back, but it was Mu Xueling who appeared quietly at some point.

Several people quickly said: “Holy Elder, can this song be broken?”

Mu Xueling shook her head and did not speak. The expressions of several people couldn’t help but feel sad, Yue Weiwei’s face was sad, and Brother Yun’s Sanshengguo hadn’t covered her heat yet.

When she was playing the piano last night, Yue Weiwei saw it, and Lin Yun’s eyes were extremely satisfied when she saw Sanshengguo.

That was his rare happiness, and he valued Brother Sansheng Guoyun very much.

Luo Shuyi couldn’t help but said, “This plum painting is too despicable!”

On Shuangyue Lake, Lin Yun was struggling to walk and fell into this perfect vision. In the eyes of others, he seemed out of place, rejected by this vision of heaven and earth.

The movements are awkward, and the hands and feet are stiff.

Snow flakes fell on him one by one, and his movements became much slower every time it fell.

Sooner or later you will be unable to move!

“Oh, this guy has today, and he is as open as that day, when he encounters plum painting, he is like a clown.” Someone is sad and others are happy.

The red taro beside Qin Hao said sarcastically, quite pleasantly.

“The barbarians are too naive, thinking that if they get the top of the Langya list, they can compete with the people of the Kagura family. It’s too naive.”

Qin Hao took the conversation and sneered coldly.

The voices of the two were not deliberately lowered, and it was easily spread out. After Luo Shuyi and others heard it, their faces looked ugly.

These words actually represent the minds of many people. Before, Lin Yun was too public and couldn’t raise his head when he suppressed the evil spirits of the holy land.

In the final battle, he won the top spot even more strongly.

Many holy land leaders lost to Lin Yun, and they were quite dissatisfied in their hearts.

If they had to choose, they would definitely lose to Meizi and paint better, at least the other party was the eldest son of the Kagura family.

It’s not ashamed to lose!

But losing to Lin Yun, this face was lost too much.

Seeing Lin Yun’s frustration now, the minds of these people became more subtle. After Qin Hao and Hua Hongyu took the lead, there was a whispered discussion immediately.

“It’s really ridiculous. I thought there was a way to get Xi Qin out after a long time. That’s it?”

Qin Hao said contemptuously, immediately causing a burst of tacit laughter.

“Qin Hao, you shut up!”

Yan Tianchen shouted coldly.

Qin Hao smiled and said: “Hehe, I made a mistake? No one really thinks that this barbarian can play Xiqin, can he? He wants to be really capable, so I can play one for someone Qin… ”

Yan Tianchen said angrily: “Don’t go too far!”

“Is this anxious? Just this little breath?”

Qin Hao sneered.

Yan Tianchen was extremely uncomfortable, his complexion changed, and Lin Yun was trapped. He was anxious at first. Hearing this annoying remark, he was immediately suffocated.

Puff!

There was a wounded Yan Tianchen, anger attacked, and a mouthful of blood came out.

Upon seeing this, Qin Hao’s face changed slightly and his conscience was slightly guilty.

However, Hua Hongyu said insidiously, “Don’t worry, Lin Yun’s injury will only be heavier than you later!”

“It seems that the wound on your face is getting better soon.” Yue Weiwei said coldly.

At this time, she ran into the scars of Hua Hongyu. Lin Yun slapped her twice in public on that day, which was the biggest humiliation she had suffered since her birth.

Hua Hongyu’s face turned dark, with a look of resentment in his eyes: “Don’t be proud, when you cry! This barbarian has no choice but to admit defeat now, and sooner or later he will be frozen to death!”

On Shuangyue Lake, Lin Yun held Xi Qin in one hand and the bow in the other.

The bow is placed on Xi Qin, but the person has long been covered by wind and snow, and can’t move like a sculpture.

The heavy snow keeps falling, containing sacred power.

Layers upon layers of Lin Yun’s body, like a heavy mountain range overwhelming, his situation at the moment is indeed extremely dangerous.

Brother Yun…

Yue Weiwei couldn’t care about fighting with the red taro, her eyes fell on Lin Yun, her eyes filled with distressed expressions.

She has beautiful eyes and melancholy, biting her red lips, her right fist has been clenched unknowingly.

squeak!

Just when everyone felt that Lin Yun would be defeated, there was a harsh sound on Shuangyue Lake, the sound was extremely unpleasant, like an old broken wooden door creaking.

Among the many beautiful piano sounds, this strange sound is extremely harsh.

Swish!

Lin Yun, who has become a snowman, shakes off a few pieces of snow from his body, and the creaking sound becomes more and more harsh. His movements were very stiff, and he was covered by heavy snow, and his movements seemed rather strange.

what happened?

But Mei Zihua didn’t know why, the strange squeaking sound made him feel extremely dangerous, and he said solemnly, “Qinglian Feitian!”

The nine maids behind him stood up in the air, and the musical instruments in their hands became extremely solemn.

boom!

The green lotus blossoms are burning with fire, like swaying holy lamps, and the rhythm of the reverberation between heaven and earth becomes extremely solemn and solemn.

It seems that there is a distant singing across time and space, shuttled to the present, worshiping ancient gods.

But the snowman-like Lin Yun’s movements gradually became smooth, and the layers of holy snow covering his body continued to fall in the harsh squeaking sound.

boom!

For a while, in a loud noise, the layers of holy snow covering Lin Yun’s body directly exploded.

call!

Lin Yun took a deep breath, looked at Xi Qin in his hand, and muttered in a low voice: “It almost overturned…this erhu is really hard to pull.”

After all, Xi Qin did not practice as much as Qin Xiao.

Qinglian, who had been evading the opponent at the top, was still unable to play the real music.

Lin Yun held the bow and tried the audition again.

“Junior Brother Lin!”

Anxiety in expressions of Anbian Luo Shuyi and others.

Lin Yun turned his head on deaf ears, and had been bowing his head to audition, his expression was quite serious.

“This guy?”

A look of surprise flashed in Mei Zihua’s eyes, and she coldly shouted: “Don’t care about him, Qinglian attends to the gods!”

boom!

When the tune became extremely exciting, a bright light descended from the Thirty-Six Heavenly Venerable Star.

In the next moment, the rays of light shattered layers of holes, and the rays of light condensed into a figure, slowly falling toward the falling Suzaku hovering in the air.

Rumble!

Suddenly, the rhythm of Meizihua and others became extremely solemn and sacred. It seemed that the figure that fell thirty-six days away was really a god.

The boundless coercion came down, and the people on the edge of Shuangyue Lake were almost suffocated.

“It’s over!”

When everyone saw this scene, these two words appeared in their minds almost at the same time.

But at this moment, between heaven and earth, there was a sound of rhythm that everyone had never heard before.

The rhythm of that voice is indescribable, but the voice is long and bright, with a trace of hoarseness and vicissitudes.

Before everyone had time to react, bursts of cheerful tunes came from Xi Qin in Lin Yun’s hands.

When the phantom of the Holy Spirit that was about to fall in those thirty-six days was about to fall on Suzaku, the tune played by Xi Qin finally came out.

It was a galloping horse, galloping freely on the vast prairie.

During the running, the dust is flying, and everyone can clearly feel the artistic conception in it.

It is completely different from the sacred and solemn tune of Meizi painting. This tune is cheerful and melodious, as if there is no sadness in the world.

In an instant, Xi Qin suppressed all the piano, flute, flute and flute on the Shuangyue Lake.

The eyes of Meizihua and the others were extremely surprised. The tune was disrupted at a moment’s notice. No matter how it was played, it was unable to deduce the sacred and solemn mood.

At this moment, his emotions were completely infected by the tunes played by Lin Yunxiqin.

This is horse racing!

Lin Yun smiled at the corner of his mouth, that’s right, he was in a good mood, and his playing became more and more cheerful.

Under his deliberate display of his skills, the erhu in his hand made waves of horses neighing, almost exactly the same as the sound of a real horse.

Everyone at the lake was stunned, and looked over in disbelief.

This is Xi Qin?

This is the voice of Xi Qin?

Hua Hongyu and Qin Hao were dumbfounded, Xiqin, which was lost in ancient times, could be played by someone.

Moreover, such a tune has never been seen in Kunlun, and other instruments cannot perform stunts.

Rumble!

Under the influence of the horse racing, the god ghost shadow became dimmed a little bit, and the nine maids showed pain and embarrassment.

“Kill the wolf!”

Mei Zihua’s complexion changed, and she decisively gave up the Qing Lian Shi Divine Comedy. Without absolute devotion to the gods, this Qing Lian Shi Divine Comedy would never succeed.

Since it is a cheerful tune, then directly kill him with the fiercest attack.

Several people changed their tone in an instant, and for a time the situation was violent, and the killing sound shook the sky.

The wisps of rhythm played by the nine people turned into thousands of troops and horses to fight towards Lin Yun, and countless soldiers swept towards Lin Yun with murderous auras, wrapped in billowing dust.

“Good job.”

Lin Yun smiled faintly, changing from a horse racing to a galloping horse.

War Horse Galloping is a famous erhu song in the previous life. It has an endless aura of excitement. Lin Yun controls the bow and plays the War Horse Galloping with extremely fast speed.

Rumble!

The turbulent tune went down, and the soldiers rode galloping war horses, straddling them with guns.

The rhythm is sonorous and powerful, the gunpowder is billowing, the wind is dashing, and the horses are galloping.

In the next moment, the horse neighed, and Wan Qi charged.

The tens of thousands of horses rushing over from the other side collapsed at the touch of a touch, and a fierce horse galloped out from behind Lin Yun, smashing the smashing wolf directly into pieces.

Puff!

In such a fierce confrontation, Mei Zihua groaned, and the nine maids vomited blood stains.

Lin Yun was on the rise, his piano bow resembling a saw, imitating the sound of a war horse leaping up his forelimbs, and the loud neighing sound, repeated continuously.

“Stay back!”

Mei Zihua led a few people back, and said coldly: “Red lotus destroys the world!”

But he had just played the strings, only to find that Lin Yun had changed again, that Xiqin came from an extremely sad tune, and as soon as the rhythm sounded, there was endless sadness in his heart.

Erquan Yingyue!

It is Xi Qin’s most classic repertoire. No matter how cheerful and passionate the erhu is, its main theme is always sadness and sadness.

Under Erquan Yingyue’s performance, Xi Qin’s own characteristics were brought to the limit.

Under Lin Yun’s performance, Xi Qin’s rhythm is sometimes deep, sometimes agitated, and sometimes proud. The only constant is eternal sadness and resentment.

Almost everyone is infected, forgetting about it for a while, forgetting that this is re-competing for the top spot.

Forget about this, Meizi Painting and Lin Yun are fighting, only the sound of Xiqin, the melancholy and profoundly artistic tune.

Puff!

On the other hand, the nine people could no longer support it, showing pain on their faces, trying their best to resist this pervasive rhythm.

Click!

The Qinglian flying in the air shattered one after another, and the Suzaku wandering in the sky became a little bit dim.

Almost all of the nine maids behind him fainted.

But Meizihua didn’t pay attention to it, his expression frantically playing the strings, but he was shocked to find that his strings had no sound! !

He couldn’t play any sound. To be precise, his rhythm was all lost in the other’s rhythm.

boom!

When Suzaku was completely dimmed and colorless, Meizihua’s piano string broke, and he was completely confused. How could this be possible?

“With a broken heart, where can I find a friend in the end of the world.”

Lin Yun said leisurely, and Xi Qin’s voice gradually stopped.

Puff!

Mei Zihua and the others couldn’t hold it anymore, vomiting big mouthfuls of blood, and the joy of sorrow that had previously been incorporated into their bodies burst out.

The dry intestines are broken, and the five internal organs are split.

All of them clutched their chests and knelt down on the Shuangyue Lake, his face was so pale that he didn’t have any blood.