Chapter 81 Playing

A bright moon hung high, and it was late at night. The four people of Xia were arranged in a quiet yard. Several rooms with reading ability were quite comfortable and spacious.

Everyone was asleep, but Xiaoxia lit up the lights in the room, and the dim yellow candlelight lit up the whole cabin. With the palm turned over, a small glass bottle appeared in the palm of the hand, opened the mouth, and a faint fragrance came to the nose, which couldn't help but make people's hearts shocked.

"I don't know how much this thing can speed up my cultivation?" A faint smile crossed the corners of Xia's mouth, her palm tilted, and a small turquoise pill fell on the palm of her hand. A little fanaticism gushed out of his clear eyes, and his thumb and forefinger clamped the little green thing and gently put it into his mouth.

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The next day, Xia Xiaodong and sister and Ruoxue had already got up. When they saw that Xia Chichi did not show up, they were confused, so they went into the room to check and saw Xia sitting cross-legged on the bed with closed their eyes to practice, and a faint purple light emerged outside her body. After thinking about it, the three of them didn't dare to disturb them. They didn't know how long they had to wait, so they had to play the beautiful scenery in Fengyangzong.

There are more disciples of Fengyang Sect than Yunxuan Sect, especially the proportion of men and women is relatively uniform, perhaps because Yunqing is now in charge of Fengyang Sect. When I met Tong Zheng and others from Yuncheng School, the atmosphere couldn't help but be a little embarrassed.

In the blink of an eye in three days, Xia Xiaodong and others did not expect that Xia also stayed in the house for three days. I didn't even come out for dinner.

"Brother Xia, Xiaonan, nothing will happen to Xia in it, will it?" Ruoxue's face was a little anxious. Just this morning, Yunqing sent someone to inform him to go to the apse of Fengyang Sect. The people of Yuncheng sent had passed, and the three of them waited anxiously at the door of Jianxia's room.

Xia Xiaonan squeezed his red lips and said softly, "Wait a little longer! I don't think he will delay this competition.

"But,"

Before Ruoxue finished his words, the door was opened with a "squeak". The three of them were immediately happy and saw that Xia was refreshed and refreshed.

"Why are you all here?" Jiang Xia's face looked puzzled.

Ruo Xue curled her lips with dissatisfaction, "What else do you say? Are you going to play the piano for Grandpa Fengyang?

Xia was stunned first, and then said in surprise, "It's only been three days?"

Xia Xiaodong and Xia Xiaonan all shook their heads helplessly. Ruoxue showed a contemptuous look. If the three of them didn't come to remind him, this Feng Yangzong would be in vain.

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The backyard of Fengyang Sect is located in a large hall on a wide and magnificent bank. Compared with the front hall that receives guests, the area is relatively small, but it is not difficult to accommodate thousands of disciples of Fengyang Sect.

There are two closed stone doors directly above the hall, and in front of the stone door is a low table used to play the piano. Yun Qing, a group of elders and all disciples looked at the stone gate with a respectful face. That is, a few decades ago, the suzerain of Fengyang Sect was closed inside. Since then, the stone door has never been opened again. Yun Xuan and Yuncheng have left Fengyang Sect to set up a sect outside, but Yun Qing stayed. According to Feng Yang's instructions before the retreat, every other year, a disciple must be sent to play a song. If he can be moved, he will open the stone door to receive the other party.

At the beginning, Yunqing and the three of them never thought that Feng Yang had been closed for decades, but none of the disciples who played for him could impress him, which made many people doubt whether Feng Yang was in it or not.

On the right side of the stone gate of the hall stood Yun Qing and several elders, and behind them stood Feng Qing and the elders's personal disciples. On the left side of Shimen are Tong Zheng, Ling Lin and several other disciples of Yuncheng School. Next down are the brothers and sisters of Xia, Ruoxue and Xia Xiaodong. Naturally, when the two groups of people stand together, they will inevitably feel unhappy, but on such an occasion, everyone is well-behaved.

Yun Qing faintly glanced at the people in the hall, with a soft but dignified voice: "I won't say more nonsense, Fengyang Sect, Yuncheng Sect, Yunxuanmen are originally one family, now let's start playing for Fengyang's ancestors!"

Yunqing directly came straight to the point, and the hall immediately became quiet. Everyone's eyes swept back and forth on Xia, Ling Lin and a young man around Fengqing. Feng Yangzong also had disciples who were pianists, and there were more than those of Yun Xuanmen and Yuncheng School. This is also attributed to Feng Yang, a seventh-order sky. Reasons for the pianist. The young man next to Feng Qing is the representative of Feng Yangzong. He is dressed in black clothes and has a slender figure. He Yang, a personal disciple of the elder.

The representatives of the three parties, who came first was a problem. He looked hesitant, looked up at Ling Lin not far away, and wanted to play first. Before he stepped out, he saw He Yang walking to the middle of the hall. First, he saluted Yun Qing, and then smiled at Ling Lin and said, "Ha ha, Sister Ling Lin, you are a guest. Originally, I wanted to give priority to the guests, but I was anxious to play tricks in the class, so please forgive me."

"It doesn't matter. Brother He Yang has the attainment of a fifth-order pianist. You should come first." Ling Lin smiled and replied politely.

He Yang smiled modestly, shook his head and said, "Isn't Sister Ling Lin also a fifth-order violinist?"

As soon as this was said, the hall became a little noisy. Jiang Xia and Ruoxue were even more surprised. Unexpectedly, He Yang and Ling Lin were both fifth-level violinists. This alone reflected the gap between Yunxuanmen and Yuncheng School. In terms of martial arts, Yunxuanmen's strongest is level 7, while Yuncheng School is level nine, and the piano master is level four and the other is level five.

Then He Yang sat down at the low table in front of the stone door, took out a dark brown lyre in the palm of his hand, and the sound of the piano was flat on the table. The hall immediately became extremely quiet, holding his breath and looking at He Yang facing the stone gate one by one.

From beginning to end, He Yang just said a few words to Ling Lin. He didn't even look at General Xia with his eyes. On the surface, he didn't say anything. The discerning people knew his disdain for General Xia or Yun Xuanmen. Ruoxue and Xia Xiaonan muttered in a dissatisfied voice. General Xia did not express his dissatisfaction with this. The other party was a fifth-order violinist, and naturally he was inevitably arrogant.

Under the expectant eyes of thousands of people, He Yang confidently put his slender hands under the strings, and his ten fingers moved back and forth. The wonderful and gentle sound of the piano permeated and conveyed to everyone's ears. Everyone was shocked, and Yun Qing and several elders all cast a few praises.

Xia Xiaonan muttered dissatisfiedly, "What's the big deal?" He is still worried about why Yang ignores the summer.

The melodious sound of the piano echoed above the hall, and many people have closed their eyes to enjoy this feeling. Jiang Xia is the same, carefully feeling every subtle change in the sound of the other party's piano.

He Yang's fingers are getting faster and faster, and waves of momentum are fluctuating one after another. The disciples seem to have been washed into the air, flying in the clouds and fog, becoming relaxed, and the mountains and rivers appear in their minds.

After writing a song, everyone slowly opened their eyes and felt fresh, and the hall became extremely bright. When he sighed that He Yang's piano skills were superb, everyone's eyes looked at the closed stone door.

Yun Qing and several elders looked solemn. He Yang clenched his fists, stared at Shimen with his eyes, and shouted gently, "Open, open, open."

"Open, open." The hearts of the disciples of Fengyang Sect were about to jump out. Ling Lin of Yuncheng School frowned slightly, and her water eyes flashed with a little afterglow. Tong Zheng, Wang Zhao and others were even more nervous. Perhaps except for the people of Feng Yangzong, no one present wanted to see the stone door opened. After all, Ling Lin and General Xia came here for the purpose of the demon ukulele.

Minute after second passed, and there was no change in Shimen. He Yang's breath finally exhaled, and his face became dim in an instant. There was no doubt that he failed. Lost, unwilling to write on He Yang's face. The elder raised his turbid old eyes and sighed deeply.

Watching He Yang return to the same place in frustration, Xia Xiaonan and Ruoxue were a little gloating. This kind of outcome has been expected by most people for a long time. In the past few decades, there have been too many failures, but none of them have succeeded.

Yun Qing said calmly, "The juniors of Yuncheng School and Yunxuanmen, you can also start!"

Xia Xin understood and turned her head to Ling Lin, who was naturally beautiful, coupled with the strength of the fifth-order violinist, which has been recognized by everyone.

Just as she was thinking about who would play for the second time, Ling Lin stepped forward and walked to the middle. There was a deep cheer and applause in the hall. The beautiful woman was popular everywhere, not to mention a beautiful woman of the fifth-order pianist. Because of Yun Qing and several elders, the disciples were not too active.

After saluting Yun Qing, Ling Lin sat down lightly at the low table, exuding an elegant temperament between her hands and feet. With his hands turned over, a white ukulele appeared in everyone's sight. The cheers and cheers fell silent and turned into gentle eyes. Tong Zheng's eyes can't hide his admiration. Deepening Xia's clear and dark eyes, she was looking forward to what kind of music she would play.

Ling Lin's crystal clear jade hand is spread flat on the strings, and the ten fingers fluctuate gently, and the harmonious sound like the spring breeze is conveyed, which is much softer than He Yang's before.

Xia was stunned, and her keen ears captured all the small changes in the sound of the piano, and a strangeness rose in her heart. If the sound of He Yangqin gives people the feeling of imposing mountains and rivers, then Ling Lin's is the breeze blowing on her face. One is strong and one is soft, one is high and one is low, which are completely two different levels.

What a fifth-order pianist played was definitely a gorgeous movement, and everyone soon entered a state of enjoyment. A picture produced by Ling Lin turned out to be a small field in a mountain village, with houses, cooking smoke curling, and two young boys and girls living a plain but happy life together.

It is said to come out, it is said to rest, and the whole song is full of laughter. Some of the disciples in the hall even showed a heart-to-heart and happy smile, as if they were the men and women in the song.

Jianxia's body trembled, and her fists were clenched and relaxed. A beautiful shadow hit her heart. She had a dream-like name and a sweet voice. She often shouted "Brother Xia" in her ear. Desolate and sad surged into her heart. There was no trace of joy in Ling Lin's music, but only a deep miss for Meng Yu.

After a while, Ling Lin had closed. Her white fingers were flat on the strings, and her beautiful eyes slowly opened, looking at the stone door in front of her without blinking. The lingering voice was endless. Although it was not enough, everyone still looked at the stone door.

"Open, open." Tong Zheng, Wang Zhao and other disciples of Yuncheng School shouted in a low voice. The hearts of a group of people who were optimistic about Ling Lin came up to their throats.

Xia's eyes turned slightly red and his handsome eyebrows frowned. Xia Xiaonan and Ruoxue naturally don't want to see the stone door opened, otherwise there will be no chance for summer.

Thousands of pairs of eyes seemed to see through the stone door, and the sound of cheering for Ling Lin became louder and louder, but the two stone doors were still unmoved, and the gap in the middle blocked all hope.

The voice is getting smaller and smaller. Ling Lin sighed gently, put away the white ukulele and returned to the same place. The loss could not be concealed on her beautiful face. There are even more regrets in the hall. There is no doubt about the other party's piano skills. Compared with He Yang, he is a little stronger than him. Even so, he can't move the wind. Everyone's hearts hit a question again. Is Feng Yang really behind the stone gate? Many people have whispered and talked in a low voice.

Yun Qing naturally listened to his ears and said coldly, "There is only Yun Xuanmen left. Let's go!"

Qi brushed his eyes and turned to General Xia. There was no expectation, no optimistic, and even a lot of contempt. He Yang sneered disdainfully, "I think it's okay! It's just a fourth-order pianist.

"Yes! Don't waste your time."

"The two fifth-order pianists did not impress the grandfather, and a fourth-order pianist is even more hopeless."

"I think I'd better wait for next year!" ......

Every sentence of questioning and sarcasm followed, and Tong Zheng, Wang Zhao and others were all cold-to-eye. Although Yun Qing and several elders were unhappy, they didn't say anything. Perhaps in their opinion, He Yang and Ling Lin were just hopeful, while the fourth-order pianist's general Xia probably had no surname at all.

Xia Xiaonan frowned and said softly, "Jingxia, we support you. Don't listen to them."

"Yes, General Xia, we all support you." Xia Xiaodong and Ruoxue also gave them firm encouragement.

Xia couldn't help warming his heart. After nodding to the three people, he walked to the stone door under the disdainful eyes of countless people, and then sat down gently.

The contempt in He Yang's eyes was even greater. From the beginning, he did not look at him directly. A group of disciples of Feng Yangzong also had a lot of opinions on General Xia. The real reason was that the number and strength of disciples sent by Yunxuanmen were not as good as those of Yuncheng School every time. After a long time, they naturally look down on each other.

Xia took out the scarlet Li Shangqin and put her slender ten fingers on the strings. Only then did the hall calm down, but her eyes were still full of disdain.

Xia Xiaonan's eyes gushed out gently, and his red lips trembled slightly, "Brother Xia, come on."

Although his voice was like a mosquito, he heard it clearly. His thin body was shocked, and he was touched deep in his heart. He exhaled deeply, slowly closed Xia's eyes, and his fingers began to stir the strings.

The beautiful and soft music came out, and Ling Lin's delicate body in the Yuncheng faction group trembled fiercely, and her beautiful eyes gushed out with great horror. Not only Ling Lin, but then everyone was shocked.

The soft piano sound, the wonderful movement, and the music played by Xia are exactly the same as that played by Ling Lin.