Huadu's strongest master against the sky

Chapter 492 [Release of Soul]

what?
Master Bei is coming soon?

"Yeah, Ye, you apologize to Miss Bei Xiyue immediately, otherwise you will be miserable when Master Bei comes!"

Xiao Zhen fanned the flames.

"Apologize? I don't have this word in my dictionary." Ye Qingtian said lightly.

you!
Bei Xiyue gritted her teeth, if she hadn't cared about Tang Chan'er's face, she would have already used her ultimate move!

Let him taste the power of a spiritual musician!

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion at the door of the restaurant.

Someone yelled: Master Bei is here!
Then the crowd flocked away, looking for Master Bei to ask for his autograph.

"It's really Master Bei!"

Xiao Zhen said excitedly.

Tang Chan'er also looked out the door nervously.

Master Bei is No. 1 in Wucheng, a figure who can sit on an equal footing with the four chiefs of Wucheng!

However, his reputation is even louder.

He is even more famous in the hidden door.

It's as if you are a coal boss with billions of dollars, but you are not as famous as a first-line star.

The same is true, although Master Bei is not as powerful as the suzerains of those hidden wealthy families, his popularity is definitely not inferior to those people.

Seeing Master Bei's arrival, Xiao Zhen immediately became ecstatic.

Just now, Ye Qingtian used the word bullshit to insult Master Bei's daughter!

"Hehe, the surname Ye, now that Master Bei is here, didn't you just say that the cello played by Miss Xiyue is not as good as shit, why don't you play a song for us all, and let Master Bei judge."

After the words fell, a trace of cunning flashed in Xiao Zhen's eyes.

Hearing this, Bei Xiyue also echoed: "Yeah, you said my bullshit is not as good, so let us see yours?"

Bei Xiyue snorted coldly.

Obviously, Ye Qingtian's appreciation made her very upset.

Ye Qingtian shook his red wine glass, shook his head and said, "No need, just now I gave Cicada face, the words are very euphemistic."

What?
Shit is not as euphemistic as this word?
Give Cicada face back, if you don't give her face, what embarrassing things did you say?
Bei Xi was so angry that she almost wanted to do it!

"My surname is Ye, if you don't play a song, I won't finish with you today!"

Bei Xiyue said angrily with her hands on her hips.

Tang Chan'er on the side was also in a dilemma, she originally invited Ye Qingtian to dinner, who would have expected this to happen.

"Forget it, let me try." Ye Qingtian drank the red wine in one gulp, then stood up slowly.

"What song do you want to listen to?" Ye Qingtian asked.

"Let's play Bach's Saraband." Bei Xiyue said.

This song is one of the top ten famous songs in the world.

Ye Qingtian shook his head, "No."

"Then let's take St. Columbus's Lament."

Bei Xiyue continued.

Ye Qingtian shook his head again, "I won't do this either."

"Then what will you pull?" Bei Xiyue frowned.

"Sorry, I can't pull anything." Ye Qingtian said.

puff!
Hearing this, Bei Xiyue, Tang Chan'er, and Xiao Zhen almost spit out old blood.

You can't even play the cello, how dare you say that kind of thing?

At this moment, Tang Chan'er was embarrassed.

Maybe Ye Qingtian has a good cultivation level in martial arts, but it is obvious that he doesn't understand music at all!
Seeing the reactions of these three people, Ye Qingtian also knew that of course they would not teach him.

Sighing, Ye Qingtian had no choice but to walk towards the cello.

As for the guests in the restaurant, when they saw that someone wanted to show off their talents, they all watched and paid attention.

However, they all held the attitude of watching the excitement.

They were sure that Ye Qingtian's playing was not as good as Bei Xiyue's.

After all, Bei Xiyue is a real soul musician!
Even Master Bei, who had just walked into the restaurant, looked at Ye Qingtian with a hint of interest in his eyes.

Ye Qingtian ignored the crowd at all, he walked to the cello and sat down slowly.

Yes, he can't play the cello, or even any instrument.

However, this does not prevent him from being proficient in music.

To put it bluntly, the cello is just a means of expressing music.

Just like the mouth, it is only a means of conveying words.

That's it.

thump...

Ye Qingtian plucked the strings lightly with his hand, making a piercing sound.

"Damn it, this low class person in the secular world really doesn't know how to play the cello!"

"You need a bow to play the cello, but he uses his hands directly, haha, I'm really laughing!"

"Did he think it was a piano? Now he is ashamed!"

Xiao Zhen laughed so hard that he leaned forward and backward.

The others were also slightly stunned, in their eyes, Ye Qingtian was simply a layman.

At this time, there was an uproar in the hall.

Even Master Bei felt that it was boring and wanted to leave.

Suddenly, a voice that pierced people's hearts sounded.

This voice seemed to come from eternity, mixed with endless years and wind and frost.

Through thousands of years and thousands of years, go straight to people's hearts!

At this time, there was no sound in the restaurant.

Everyone stared blankly at Ye Qingtian.

They feel that their souls are dancing, sometimes galloping wildly, and sometimes strolling quietly.

Sometimes sad, sometimes joyful.

It seems that their souls are completely activated!
At that moment, what Ye Qingtian played was no longer the cello, but the voice from the gods.

"He... didn't even use a bow!"

"Yeah, it's unbelievable that you can make such exquisite notes with just one finger!"

"Oh my god, this is the first time I've seen someone who can outline this soul-stirring music with their fingers!"

People's shock is getting stronger and stronger.

The next moment, they were immersed in the music again.

They saw a young man with a languid expression and a determination beyond his age.

He seems to have come from ancient times, stepping on the pace of time, going through thousands of years and generations, and spent one desolate time after another, and finally came to this vast world.

However, he got lost here.

Thousands of years of memory can no longer be awakened.

The deep sorrow has already made everyone burst into tears.

But the pace of pursuing invincibility brought hope to everyone.

At this moment, Tang Chan'er froze, Bei Xiyue froze, and Xiao Zhen froze too!

Even Master Bei, who had just entered the restaurant, was shocked.

Shock and disbelief were written on his slightly aged face.

Suddenly, tears streaming down his face, he looked in the direction where Ye Qingtian was, like a child who had lost Tang Guo.

"This... This kind of beautiful music does not belong to the human world, it belongs to the fairy world, it belongs to the god world!"

"God, he is the real master of spiritual music!"

"I am like this, in front of him, it is not worth mentioning at all!"

Master Bei gave a wry smile.

I have studied martial arts and music for decades, but I can't keep up with one ten-thousandth of the boy in front of me!

The capital he was once proud of collapsed at this moment!

"Why do I... I burst into tears?"

"No, this is not music, this is clearly the release of the soul!"

Xiao Zhen muttered to himself.

At this moment, he couldn't control his emotions at all!

(End of this chapter)