Chapter 1907

Seeing that Young Master Wushuang was not humble, Bai Yizhou continued to laugh: "As we all know, the Holy Maiden of Youlan is very fond of rhythm, and she also plays a lot on weekdays. Tomorrow's banquet, I have to ask Young Master Wushuang to give some good advice."

Young Master Wushuang picked up a glass of wine and laughed softly: "I don't dare to say anything else, the way of rhythm, Wushuang does have some experience. For example, now, although the voice of the Holy Maiden of Youlan is beautiful, it is somewhat inaccurate."

"Xiqin is characterized by softness and lyricism, but its background is sadness and sadness after all. If you can't understand these two points, you can't play the essence of it."

Bai Yizhou and the others nodded thoughtfully, not knowing whether they really understood or falsely understood, and said with a smile, "So that's the case. I'll be waiting for Young Master Wushuang tomorrow to shine!"

Young Master Wushuang smiled and said, "I came to Donghuang at the beginning of the next year. If you want to make a name for yourself in Donghuang, you still need a lot of help from a few people."

The three Bai Yizhou looked at each other with smiles on their faces, probably knowing what this Young Master Wushuang was going to do.

He wanted to communicate with the Holy Land to make a name for himself. In short, he wanted to borrow the many disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect in the Eastern Wilderness. His brows were slightly wrinkled, and he looked at these three people with some dissatisfaction.

Obviously a saint of Tiandao Sect, why do you speak for outsiders?

Seeing this, Bai Shuying said lightly, "Please."

Young Master Wushuang smiled, took out the guqin and began to play. He was playing an ancient tune.

But it is an ancient song that everyone has heard, Acacia Fu.

His intentions are obvious, and it is quite an obvious provocation. Wang Ziyue and others have felt it in the song. Young Master Wushuang's scorching intent towards Saintess Youlan.

He is quite confident and skilled, but the so-called ancient songs are not difficult in his hands.

Even if Wang Ziyue and the others looked at him quite unhappy, they had to admit that this prime minister was extremely talented.

No matter the mood, intonation, technique, and even the vision produced by the notes are all perfect.

Under the blessing of the voice of the sages, the strings are like the sound of heaven, resounding in the ears of everyone, echoing between the clouds and floating to the heaven and earth.

After the song was over, everyone came back to their senses after a while, and Wang Ziyue and the others couldn't help but look a lot more solemnly at Young Master Wushuang.

This guy is not a good person.

"The autumn wind is fading, the grass is white and the clouds are deep, where can I find the mountains and waters. Sadness and sadness are cold and clear, lovesickness is hard to stop, lovesickness is hard to kill..."

Surrounded by the lingering voices, Young Master Wushuang whispered a few words and laughed softly: "You are ugly."

Bai Shuying seemed to be moving, the Prime Minister thought about Fu, Nie Wushuang played really well, which aroused some soft emotions in her heart.

Where can I find the mountains and rivers, the people she thinks and thinks are not like this, there is nowhere to be found, they can only wait.

"Young Master Wushuang is indeed well-deserved." Bai Shuying said softly only after the lingering voice dissipated.

Her voice was crisp, like broken jade, and it was very pleasant to listen to.

The corners of Wushuang's mouth were slightly raised, and he said with a smile: "The Holy Maiden is very polite."

"This song is just so good, and a certain rhythm, I don't know if Young Master Wushuang can give me some advice."

On the side of Tiandao Sect, one person was playing with the wine glass, looking at Young Master Wushuang and said provocatively.

Wang Ziyue quickly looked at it, it was the Zhouxu of the Holy Spirit Academy.

The Holy Spirit Academy specializes in the way of spirit patterns, and spiritual power is required to cultivate spirit patterns, so there are many saints who understand the rhythm.

Zhou Xu is one of the best among them. When he saw that Young Master Wushuang directly flicked the Acacia Fu, he was not very happy.

Not only him, but the disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect didn't look good.

Playing this lovesickness in front of their faces, didn't it make it clear that he was going to rob the Holy Maiden of Orchid?

"Oh? To communicate."

Young Master Wushuang said with a smile.

"Right on my mind."

Zhou Xu put down the wine glass, his brows were sharp, and his eyes were full of fighting intent.

In terms of rhythm attainment, he might be a little better than the contrast, but in terms of mental power, he asked himself that he was much stronger than the other party.

"I really don't know whether to live or die. I actually took the initiative to exchange music with Young Master Wushuang. Don't you know that he is the son of the Kagura family?"

"Tian Dao Sect actually has such a fool."

"Ha ha."

The many sacred disciples of the Shinto Pavilion all had a playful look on their faces, with a little disdain in their eyes.

They are extremely confident in Young Master Wushuang. In this two exchanges, Young Master Wushuang will definitely be able to help the Shinto Pavilion find its place.

The Holy Maiden of Youlan will also be convinced by Young Master Wushuang!

After a while, the exchange between the two sides began.

The many sacred legends of the Heavenly Dao Sect were all sweating for Zhou Xu and admired his courage, but they also knew that most of this "communication" would be lost.

The two are called exchanges, but they are actually learning from each other.

When the tune starts, it instantly makes people feel like they are on the battlefield, and the sound of gold and iron horses is endless.

The sound of the Zhou Ruins was like the roar of ten thousand people, and the sound of ten thousand horses.

Under the black clouds, smoke billowed from the wolf, and the bloody blade was swung to the sky.

He has already mastered the voice of the sages, and he is also playing Canglang Fury, the song of killing.

"interesting."

Young Master Wushuang was stunned for a moment, and immediately played Canglang Fury.

Roar!

The two of them competed in rhythm, and the square in front of the dust-free palace seemed to have become a boundless battlefield.

The boundless black clouds in the sky turned into two wolves under the blessing of the piano, and they kept roaring and slaughtering at each other.

Under the clouds, the two armies were fighting, and the sound of the piano was colliding, and countless creatures fell to the battlefield.

The song of killing is extremely cruel.

The two fought quite fiercely, and everyone's heart became tense. After half an hour, Zhou Xu actually had the advantage.

The wolf that belonged to him on the battlefield, as well as the army of black cavalry, all blasted towards the opponent.

His spiritual power is very strong, and he has already reached the realm of the 12th-grade Saint Profound Master, so the vision he plays is extremely astonishing.

boom!

The big army is like a broken bamboo, destroying the vision of Wushuang Young Master, and after a while, thousands of them rushed towards the opponent.

Click!

The wolf in the sky also shredded the opponent, let out a roar, and ran from the sky towards the young master Wushuang who was playing the piano.

"On the left side of the door."

Young Master Wushuang smiled disdainfully, let these visions come, and then suddenly pulled out a long tone.

hum!

The strings trembled, golden light bloomed from him, and his rhythm changed from the voice of the sage to the voice of the great sage.

boom!

Under the golden light, thousands of troops and horses melted instantly, and the huge blue wolf also screamed and disappeared.

Ka Ka Ka!

In front of Zhou Xu, the strings of the piano shattered one by one, puffing, and then a mouthful of blood was spit out, and his face became extremely pale.

Everyone was shocked, and then they suddenly discovered that Young Master Wushuang had not done his best.

"Don't be embarrassed by this trick." The disciple of the Shinto Pavilion, with a look of disdain on his face, sneered.

Bai Shuying's face changed slightly, it seems that this time the visitor is not good.

The disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect were immediately furious. As the number one holy land in the Eastern Wilderness, the disciples of the sect had a strong sense of honor.

Suddenly got up and wanted to communicate with this young master Wushuang.

Young Master Wushuang smiled and said: "Don't worry, come one by one."