Chapter 138 Wendou

I really don't have much confidence in the rhythm of fighting. I used it as a pretext. It's one thing to love the rhythm, and it's another thing to use it to compare. Xiao Ran didn't think it was as simple as just testing the rhythm, and said, "I don't want to fight. Is this literary fight a river fight?"

Lin Shiya said, "Mr. Xiao is really cheerful. This article fights with you and I each play a piece of music, and it's up to the other party to guess. Who will write the first word of the other party's song name first to win?

How to write without a pen? This is naturally the key to the test. Sure enough, it is not a literary struggle in the ordinary sense. Everyone on the stage is a martial arts learner, and few people are really proficient in rhythm. Hearing Lin Shiya's proposal, she whispered: "This comparison method is rare. Isn't it illegal?"

"The owner didn't say anything. It's our turn to take care of it. Besides, do you think the other party will finish writing easily? What's the comparison? It's not martial arts. It's just a change of the way."

"Anyway, after watching so many games before, what's good about soothing your mood?"

"It makes some sense to say so. Do you think Xiao Ran will agree? Lin Shiya has already figured it out. Wouldn't it be a loss if Xiao Ran agreed? If you can't even distinguish the music played by the other party, you will lose face to grandma's house.

"Who knows, I'm not Xiao Ran."

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In the field, Xiao Ran nodded slowly for a moment of silence: "The breeze and drizzle, a song of Dongxiao is also good. This article is very interesting. I agreed.

Lin Shiya's plain shirt, pear vortex smiled, revealing her teeth and said, "Mr. Xiao is still a person who knows how to enjoy, so let's start."

Zhu Tianqi sighed and said, "Why does everything have to change on Xiao Ran? The last round of "one against two" is not enough. In this round, a literary struggle has come out. A good martial arts competition is hard to make it look like four. It's really evil.

Qiu Li looked much calmer and said, "Strange man, what's wrong with him?" Zhu Tianqi was speechless when he heard the words, and he was also thinking about it carefully.

Lin Shiya wears a light blue floral dress, with a graceful figure and dark face, and does not have a sense of heroism. Taking a long breath, the green jade fingers slowly stroked the scorched tail piano. Qin stood so firmly in front of her. There was a soft sound, and the soft sound dispersed like water. Like the same bright moon, the soft moonlight shines on the earth. Then the fingers turn, open, shake, close, twist, round and bend, and move like clouds and flowing water, dragons and phoenixes dance.

The rhythm spread endlessly around, and everyone seemed to be impressed by her complex and changeable fingering, and then fell silent in the artistic conception built by Lin Shiya: an exquisite back garden, and a beautiful woman paced along the gravel path. On the lotus pond is an arched stone bridge painted with white jade, and the fish downstream of the bridge play among the lotus leaves. The other end of the bridge connects the gazebo. Everyone seemed to feel the sound of swimming fish jumping out of the water and splashing into the water, and closed their eyes in the middle of the silent period.

This is just an introduction, and it doesn't hurt what the song is. Xiao Ran will not let the other party play at ease. The purple flute sticks to the lips, and the ten fingers are slightly arched. "Wow," a murderous atmosphere came suddenly, like a fierce beast suddenly broke into the artistic conception built by Lin Shiya. As if an autumn wind blew, the leaves withered in an instant. It seemed that the whole yard would be swallowed up.

Lin Shiya frowned. With her achievements in rhythm, you roughly guessed the following the following routine of the music, and finally took action. The little finger gently hooked, and a small two-inch-long true breath condensed on the string paper and shot out at this moment. It was not shot at Xiao Ran, but on the stone plate between him and Xiao Ran, and soon the ground was scratched.

Xia Ruoyan was shocked and said, "Is she going to write the first word of the name of the song played by Brother Xiao in this way? How could you guess it so quickly?"

In the VIP area, the begonia woman listened to the song carefully and said, "This Lin Shiya is so good that she can hear it so quickly." In the whole row of seats, only Mrs. Begonia is proficient in rhythm. Although the rest of the people's martial arts skills are high, they don't know anything about it and only listen to the changes in the tune.

Mr. Nanguo said, "What is the name of the song played by these two people?"

Mrs. Haitang listened again and said, "The song of Xiao Ran's flute is full of sadness and resentment, which seems to be Peach Blossom Girl. The general idea is the delicate and profound resentment of the woman in the palace and the lonely and cold mood of life. Feeling like falling leaves in the autumn wind, Lin Shiya seems to have heard the other party's music. Lin Shiya's song is very vague, and there is no clue for the time being.

Snake Langjun said, "Isn't Lin Shiya going to write the word "tao"? Xiao Ran hasn't heard the other party's music yet, and he is in a weak position. I'm afraid it's time to speed up the pace to force the other party.

At this time, the sound of the flute suddenly changed, and everyone felt that the dead leaves blown down by the autumn wind in the garden were raised and hit the path. Lin Shiya hummed softly. The frequency of fingertips is accelerated. The picture in everyone's brain changed sharply again, and several sharp arrows shot out of the leaves from the corner of the courtyard. The soft sound in the field completely suppressed the sound of the hole flute.

Xiao Ran's eyes flashed and said, "It turned out to be Magnolia. I don't believe you won't answer."

When the flute sounded again, the courtyard seemed to float into the maple leaves all over the mountain, and it was red everywhere. The buzzing sound came from outside the field. The people on the periphery saw it first and exclaimed, "It's a poisonous bee!"

Mo Aichen finished healing Xue Ling's injury, finished his work, got up and shook the dust, and said, "What's the situation in the field?"

Jiang Xue said: "These two people are very powerful, not only in martial arts, but also in rhythmic consciousness. It is very difficult to take care of both aspects at the same time.

Mo Aichen looked at the poisonous bees gathered around and said, "Xiao Ran is going to do it."

Seroon bees stopped in front of Xiao Ran at the same time. Five of them fell to the ground in a line of flying fairy field, lined up in a horizontal line with the word "wood", and the other six in a line also flew to the field, wanting to line up a vertical line with the word "wood".

Master Yuanfeng nodded and said, "It turns out that Lord Xiao writes in this way. It is rare in the world to control these creatures to such a pure level.

Shen Gulan said, "I'm afraid Lin Shiya won't let him succeed easily. After all, martial arts is the key point."

As soon as the voice fell, Lin Shiya had already reacted. Three strings were played continuously, and three slender "true qi" cut away from the body towards the poisonous bee. A qi will tie the halfway poison bee in half, and the other two quickly scratched one on the previous shallow traces. Xiao Ran's face changed and he said to himself, "Let's see how much you can stop."

Nearly half of the poisonous bees in front of them are automatically divided into dozens of columns and fly away into the field. Both of them seemed to have regulations and did not destroy the other party's already written strokes, but attacked the "strokes" that had not yet been written.

The garden in my mind seems to have poured into more maple leaves and grind almost everything. The sound of the flute became prominent, but the sound of the piano was suppressed. Lin Shiya said, "Do you think you will be stupid enough to let you write a simple "wood"?" The two hands moved the points to the outside of the piano, and the sound of the piano changed quickly.

Mrs. Haitang suddenly realized and said, "It turns out that the name of the song Lin Shiya really wants to play is Folding Willow. The introduction part of the two is very similar, but you can distinguish it when you turn to the middle paragraph. Moreover, "Folding Willow" also has the name of the tune-changing song. As long as Lin Shiya changes the ending, what Xiao Ran wrote before is useless and profound.

Hearing what Mrs. Begonia said, everyone understood how much the form was for Xiao Ran at this time. The two have verbally agreed on a way to win or lose before the written examination. If Xiao Ran loses and has no reason to return, it is to blame Xiao Ran for being too hasty. Lin Shiya's slender spirit kept popping up between the strings, blocking the poisonous bees and stepping up the word "peach" on the same time. Although the offensive is fierce, there are still fish that leak the net to form strokes.

Lin Shiya's "sword spirit" is like a knife, and the poisonous bee controlled by Xiao Ran is like meat on the chopping board. The memory of the collision between the two is obvious. However, Xiao Ransheng was able to make the poisonous bees turn to avoid it in time, and his sword spirit was also lost. The ground is already full of bee corpses, and more bees are still flying to the field. Having suffered a loss once, how can Xiao Ran give Lin Shiya another chance to change his tone?

There are still two strokes missing from the word "Peach" and three strokes missing from the word "folding". The remaining few strokes in the water tank are the winners of the competition. Although the contempt on the court is not entirely martial arts, it is just a microcosm. It can also be seen from the cleverness of the two people's control. The fierce fight in the field became more and more turbulent, and no one could add another in nearly half of the incense time.