Are you crazy? Who asked you to hunt for treasures in the emperor's harem?

“There’s a good show to watch~”

As Ye Fan finished speaking, a young man with a flute on his waist, who looked like a scholar, spoke.

"A good show to watch? What do you mean?"

"This Mr. Chu's music doesn't quite match the source of the music he said..."

"Not a match? So what?"

"How did you get a ticket to the vocal competition? Every vocalist treasures the music he or she composed and knows it like the back of their hand. If the music does not match the inspiration behind it, then the music is most likely copied from somewhere or even stolen..."

"That's right, you rough guy, didn't you notice that all seven judges commented on the music and creative sources of Pu Tao and Miss Qin Menghan, and the music and creative sources all matched..."

"So that's it!"

.........

"Dear judges, to be honest... This piece of music is based on the stories of 108 women. They are all poor people whose husbands have been away on the frontier for many years and whose lives or deaths are unknown... Because these women are so pitiful, I was too sad when composing the music and overlooked the factor of the frontier defense..."

At this time, Chu Youlian's voice rang out.

As soon as these words came out, some of the seven vocal competition judges at the front of the stands showed understanding expressions, while a few still frowned. Many of the guests below the stage nodded, obviously approving Chu Youlian's explanation...

"One hundred and eight?"

Hearing the number Chu Youlian said, Ye Fan's pupils shrank slightly, and a thought emerged in his mind, "Little Bean Sprout, do you still remember a guy named Li Yin that we met in Jiangzhou City..."

"Yeah, remember!"

Liu Mengying nodded. "That guy is so sinister. He framed us everywhere and wanted to kill us. But after he went to the capital, there was no news of him anymore... When the Li family was slowly executed by the emperor's decree, he didn't seem to be there either..."

"Brother, why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

After a pause, Liu Mengying frowned slightly.

"I remember that fellow Li Yin dug out the sternums of 108 young girls alive... and if I'm not mistaken, the flute in Chu Youlian's hand on the stage... the curved white jade-like structures on the outer layer are actually human sternums... and the number of layers is exactly 108..."

"I didn't think Chu Youlian was Li Yin at first. I just thought it was weird that her flute was made of human bones... until I found out the number of human sternums in the flute in Chu Youlian's arms..."

Ye Fan quickly explained to Liu Mengying.

"what?"

After hearing Ye Fan's explanation, Liu Mengying was shocked.

"Zhang San, the sound of Chu Youlian's flute just now was extremely sad, without any proper beginning, development, transition or ending... It was completely relying on the sadness of the sound to make people feel sad... And if you listen to it for a long time, you can hear a hint of resentment... It makes people feel uncomfortable..."

At this time, A Xin continued, "It is said that vocal music is the language of the soul... If those flutes made of sternums were dug out by someone while he was still alive... then perhaps the resentment in the vocal music just now is not just the expression of the performer..."

"Hey, what are you old guys doing asking questions?"

"That's right, targeting Master Chu?"

"That's right, why don't you ask the other three contestants? Is there something fishy going on?"

"Master Chu's music made so many people here cry. I think he deserves the title this time!"

"Support Master Chu!"

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At this time, several people in the venue shouted towards the front of the stands. Their Xuan Qi cultivation was not low, and they were all Marquis-level masters. Several of them had Xuan Qi surging in their bodies as they shouted.

"We welcome discussions about vocal music, but if you want to make trouble and disrupt the vocal competition, please leave!"

At the front of the stands, a figure wearing a flower mask spoke. His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone present. The faces of the few Hou-level Xuan practitioners turned pale, because the moment the flower mask man spoke, a powerful invisible pressure fell on them, pressing their bones to creak...

"Dear guests, please be patient!"

At this time, the gray-robed old man with white hair and long beard in the middle of the seven judges stood up and spoke, "The songs played by Miss Grape, Miss Qin Menghan, and Master Chu Youlian all expressed different sorrows. They are all good in their own ways. Among them, Master Chu Youlian's song made people feel sad from the heart and couldn't help crying. However, the song and its creation background still need further consideration!"

"Excuse me, Master Chu, you just said that this song is about 108 ladies who miss their husbands who are guarding the border. Then where does the anger and resentment in the song come from?"

The old man with white hair, long beard and grey robe looked at Chu Youlian with a curious expression.

"Excuse me, Master Xue. My song is meant to express sorrow, not anger or resentment!"

Chu Youlian shook her head slightly and said with a smile.

As soon as these words were spoken, the old man with white hair, long beard and grey robe frowned immediately. The other judges also looked surprised. Some judges who had just relaxed their brows frowned again.

Many guests in the venue also frowned, especially those who were wearing musical instruments...

“Brother, although the overall rhythm of the song Chu Youlian played just now is sad, it also contains anger and resentment... How could the song he composed not know this!?”

Liu Mengying frowned and spoke to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan did not respond. He narrowed his eyes and then shouted, "Li Yin!"

Hearing Ye Fan's voice, Chu Youlian on the stage suddenly changed his expression and looked towards Ye Fan quickly, but the next moment he turned his head again and his expression quickly calmed down...

"It looks like it's that guy Li Yin!"

Although the change and recovery of "Chu Youlian"'s expression on the stage only took the blink of an eye, Ye Fan still caught it.

Immediately, Ye Fan took a step forward, his body turned into a shadow, and in an instant he arrived in front of Li Yin.

“You…you…who are you?”

"Chu Youlian" looked at the stranger not far in front of her, and for some reason, a sense of fear rose in her heart instinctively.

"Dear guest, please watch the game in a civilized manner!"

At this time, an old man among the seven judges at the front of the venue said in a deep voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, a green wood-attributed mysterious energy instantly flew towards Ye Fan, trying to shake Ye Fan off the stands, but Ye Fan stretched out his hand and gently patted it, dispersing the wood-attributed mysterious energy.

"Ok?"

Seeing this, the old man who had used the wood-attributed profound energy was surprised. Although he had only used three levels of strength and the profound energy was of a mild wood attribute, it was still a true seventh-grade candidate level…

At the same time, many of the seven judges looked at Ye Fan with dangerous eyes.

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