Asked The Red Dust

The voice was covered in a very short time, and I could not hear the specifics in a flash, but I was subconsciously familiar and did not know whether it was an illusion. Qin Yi didn't think about it at this time, the eyes of the whole hall were watching him ...

An An felt that if he was standing by and watched by a group of people, he might be soaked with cold sweat, but Mr. still stood there quietly, with a tall figure and a calm gaze, and he couldn't feel any confusion at all.

The prisoner cow looks slightly strange. After watching Qin Yi for a while, he murmured quietly: "Father and God's blood ... although very weak ... where did it come from?"

Qin Yi laughed: "If the king is interested, let's talk about it in detail afterwards? What's more important now is the concert?"

Prisoner Niu Yan smiled: "It makes sense."

Everyone was stunned.

Just passed by?

Does it matter if he does not kneel?

The prisoner said indifferently: "People in China, don't follow the rituals in the sea. The blood of the Father and God don't worship the body of the heir. Sit."

The tense atmosphere instantly loosened, and some people could even hear the voice finally holding out in a sigh of relief.

The power of no phase, the power of the king, even if it shows nothing, it can naturally make the subjects extremely depressed. I really don't know how this Chinese can talk casually ...

It is these two sentences that made Qin Yi's impression of this fat mansion instantly countless times better. The very reasonable A-zhai does not make Weifu, which is good. Afterwards, you can make a friend and exchange your experience with Ah Zhai.

He sat back and waited for the concert to begin.

An An whispered his sleeve quietly, whispering: "Sir, you are ... really brave."

Qin Yi smiled and said, "I admire you even more. The house that speaks so well is so angry with your rollers that you are nobody."

An An was very embarrassed, holding back for a long time and asked a little curiously: "Sir has never kneeled?"

Qin Yidao: "Yes."

An Anqi said: "When?"

Qin Yi looked at the front with no expression: "when you were in bed with your maid."

"Bah." An An blushed and stopped talking.

But I heard an old turtle on the side of the throne say: "The king's music party is held every few years. Everyone is familiar with the rules, so I won't go into details. It is still the old rules, everyone plays music in sequence, as long as it is related to music , Whether it's musical instruments, singing, dancing, or all kinds of cooperation. Or show skills, or something new, not demanding, and no ranking. There is only one, not perfunctory. "

Qin Yi nodded, and this really loves music, just for music, and has nothing to do with anything else. I had imagined that it was to make the hundreds of people flatter, or to injustice others ... at least they did n’t mean it, just to enjoy music from all ethnic groups. Of course, for all ethnic groups, there is flattery, and secretly there is competition with each other to win the favor of the king. This is another matter.

Like An An turned into a ground roller, it is obviously regarded as a "perfunctory", and it is not surprising that the prisoner is irritated ... People do not ask you to perform well, even if you are familiar with rehearsal, you should not step on your skirt and roll down No rehearsal, not perfunctory ...

God knows that An An is really not perfunctory, that is the virtue. I do n’t know if I ’m training with my own clam shells, will this time be normal ...

The various races are already performing in sequence.

The first appearance is the Luo Nu, they are particularly confident in this regard.

Qin Yi also feels that their conch sound is really nice, and their skills are extremely superb, almost close to Tao. It's just a pity that using conch alone is still a monotonous one. If you don't listen to it a few times like yourself, you will feel very good and good. But like a prisoner, I have heard you blow for tens of thousands of years. What's the feeling?

Sure enough, the prisoner was sitting on the chair, and the faucet was leaning against the back of the chair. He closed his eyes and listened. At first, he heard his head shaking and admiring it. But he could still hear a slight sigh and a sense of disappointment.

He didn't show it. After the snail girl finished blowing, she nodded and said: "Good, rewarding."

The snail girl was very happy to follow the old turtle to receive the reward. She didn't know what to reward. Then the familiar Kraken began to sing.

The singing voice can actually express more than a single musical instrument. The Kraken's voice is even more famous in the world. It is a top singer in any era, but unfortunately still has their lack.

The song of the Kraken is biased towards temptation, or mourning, sorrow, etc. A better image is also missing, quiet, vast, this kind. You do n’t expect to be able to sing a song of joy in the mouth of the sea monster, and it is difficult to expect what kind of splendid rivers and mountains will sing. These properties are not related to the sea monster.

Although there are many races in the sea, they are really tired of being heard by prisoners after tens of thousands of years.

With the performance of one group after another, Qin Yi settled down a lot. He and An An ensemble may indeed be insufficient in technique, but the image of the double butterfly flower dance is indeed lacking in the sea, and it can definitely be useful. There is no need to treat this performance as a show. In this atmosphere, it is more intense to learn from the various ethnic groups. Obviously, you can feel that after entering the atmosphere, others are also a kind of learning.

Such a long-term influence, in fact, most races have their own love for music, let alone prisoners, others are also looking forward to any new products of all races. Since there is no ranking, there is no tearing. Once in the atmosphere, this is a music exchange meeting for all ethnic groups.

It's just obvious that the prisoner's look is getting more and more disappointed, and it's almost starting to sigh.

Everyone's standard is not so clever, nor is it careless, just really tired.

A whistle of flute floated slowly, imitating the wind of Foshan, the fresh floral fragrance faintly spread, and there were birds singing in the air.

The first note only excites everyone in the field.

Everyone turned their heads to see where the flute sound came from, and they saw the Tsing Yi man who was not kneeling just now, and stood up again, with the flute on his lips, the notes lightly delivered, and his temperament relaxed.

A butterfly passed through the flowers, flying up and down, cheerful and leisurely.

After listening to the flute, the prisoner could not help but turned his head, as if to see who was behind him, he turned around halfway and lived with it, his eyes were very surprised.

This technique, the entire music theory and the people behind the screen ... are completely in the same vein.

Another whistle sounded, and another butterfly chased behind him. An An began to reconcile.

"Flapping", planted in the flower.

Qin Yi's cheeks twitched.

Everyone: "..."

Prisoner: "..."

An'an turned red, glancing at Qin Yi's expression in a panic. Qin Yi shook his head slightly, indicating no need to be nervous, and the flute became softer.

It seemed that the butterfly flying on the flower stretched its wings and pulled the one that fell off.

After pulling for a while, the butterfly still rolled under the flower.

"Poof ..." Someone laughed out loud.

The prisoner also smiled, this An'an ... Last time I came to roll, did you come here to sell Meng?

But in any case, it still brings unprecedented novelty to it.

Very interesting flute, even if the butterfly rolls, it is also interesting.

Seeing that the prisoner was not angry, he was laughing. An An settled down a little in his heart, and his courage grew stronger, and his performance became much normal. I have to say that the recent training for opening clam shells is still very useful. Her acceptance of the onlookers is better than before by more than one level, and her mentality has calmed down so quickly.

The big butterfly above drilled down the flower bush, stretched out its wings to the little butterfly again, the little butterfly took it up, and flew out happily, and the two butterflies were dancing on the flower ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ cheerful and lively Birds and flowers spread all over the hall.

In the joy, there is a gradual sorrow, and the little butterfly chasing the big butterfly in love, surrounds the two flying, and reluctantly.

The prisoner cow was nodding, and the teaser in this music had already got its three tastes. It is very good to say ... when he was happy, he suddenly felt murderous from behind.

The prisoner blinked and blinked, saying nothing.

The song came to an end.

There was thunderous applause in the hall.

It's not that how smart they are to play. It's not as good as everyone's skills alone. An An is at most just a pass. However, this fresh butterfly dance in the mountains is completely different from the images of the various ethnic groups in the sea, and it really brings unprecedented new ideas to everyone.

Listening to the applause around, An An was very happy, and he looked at Qin Yi with a smile on his face, his eyes soft.

But Qin Yi stiffened at this moment, and forgot to put down the flute on his lips.

Just a moment ago, seems to feel murderous? A familiar kind of murderous, it's like ... like ...

At this moment, the sound of clenched teeth came from behind the screen: "I know that little girl, the flute skill is not as good as ten years ago. If you step back into the mud compared with yourself! This is the worst part of this concert. ! Hurry them out and watch them upset! "

Qin Yi's face was green.

The prisoner cow reached out a pair of short hands, touched his chin and looked at Qin Yi, and said: "Maybe everyone thinks that this concert is the practice of this king ... In fact, this meeting is exclusively for Wang Shangqing, let her collect Voice of the Bai Clan. So ... since she said so ... "

Feather guards who were supposed to fork out looked at each other, at a loss.

"Wait, wait!" Qin Yi shouted: "Sister, listen to my explanation!"

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