I Became an Anonymous Boss

Perhaps the depth of strength cannot be perceived, or the temperament is difficult to distinguish between true and false, but this sense of oppression, this extraordinary momentum, interprets what it means to be powerful but not angry.

The different-colored pupils just squint lightly, making one feel like a piece of dust in the eyes of the Buddha, or an evil spirit in the eyes of King Yama.

The eyes are all dead.

Overlooked all hell.

And he is a detached person standing on the other side, like a banished immortal above the clouds.

The uproar had long since stopped, and in the other garden, the guests were all unsteady on their left sides, either holding the handrail with their fingers, or tightening their bodies.

They felt nervous, their sixth sense and psychic sense told them that something was coming, but they couldn't resist their sensibility and wanted to listen.

When his finger was placed on the guzheng, everyone's breathing subconsciously stagnated, holding their breath, staring at the fingertips, only waiting for the thunder and raging waves to bloom from the fingertips.

Bai Taki was not in a hurry to start playing, but said softly: "Miss Shang, get ready."

Shang Yuwei regained consciousness slowly, she realized that she had unknowingly fallen into a trance that lasted for more than ten seconds, and hurriedly regained her composure.

When the curtain is drawn, she will feel that the presence or absence of the musician behind the curtain does not matter.

But when the curtain is lifted, she will feel that she is facing an extremely heavy test.

Holding the two swords, she became tense like never before, until someone rang a bell, and the crisp sound announced that the performance was about to start.

Immediately...

Thunder sounded.

At that moment, what everyone heard was not the music, but Lei Yin.

The strings made of lightning bolts were played, and the sound waves from the guzheng far exceeded the previous ones.

The style is also completely different from the previous lingering sound, it is so wild, pouring down like a storm.

The immortal aura is still there, but it has become full of murderous aura!

Shirataki's fingers plucked the strings, not so much as plucking, but rather as propelling it with true energy.

This piece of Shentianxiang is originally a rhythmic exercise, which needs to be stimulated by different qi to exert the best effect.

He played the Shentianxiang with the most domineering demonic energy, and the diffused rhythm was also full of domineering aura. The momentum was astonishing, and it was as if he was connected to a megaphone and a current microphone, playing the string sound like an electronic sound.

The divine sound full of immortality and righteousness is a piece of music used to appease the dead, and it can be interpreted in another way if it falls into his hands.

Overbearing and unparalleled, immortals and demons dance together.

It was the battlefield where thousands of troops galloped past, it was the raging waves of surging waves, it was the blooming of lightning and thunder that tore the sky, it was the killing of immortals dancing swords in the high sky.

A piece of vocal music is so murderous, and the sound waves spread, everyone seems to feel a sense of suffocation everywhere.

The bodies of the guests were unprecedentedly heavy, as if they were under heavy pressure. They were like weak sand bunkers in front of the roaring sound waves, and they would be crushed if they were washed lightly.

The momentum of this song is vast, the sound of the strings of this song is magnificent, and the sound of this song reaches the heavens.

Even the people passing by around Fengwuyuan forgot to walk, subconsciously stopped, looked at the source of the sound waves, and opened their eyes, one-third of Jiangxin Island was shrouded in this rhythm.

Shirataki played music.

When Shang Yuwei danced, she danced with both swords. In Xianle, she had never felt that her sword dance was so barren, unable to show its due characteristics.

Originally, the music and the sword dance were supposed to complement each other, but her sword dance was completely overshadowed and became a foil to the music.

She feels lost, but not angry.

If she is not worthy of the music, then her level is not enough.

She waved the two swords following the rapid rhythm of the gods, and suddenly there were infinite insights in her heart. Each strand of insight gave her a deeper understanding and introduction to sword dance and kendo. She realized her own The defect, along with the high-spirited and rapid music, felt the ray of energy that was lacking in her sword edge. The sound of the gods brought her not only inspiration, but also enlightenment and epiphany.

Her sword dance has never been so smooth, and her progress is so rapid.

At first, she couldn't catch the rhyme of Shentianxiang at all, but now she can catch a ray of the rhyme of the strings in this area.

Even if she just stepped on this rhyme, her sword dance improved a little bit, and she got a touch of divine charm.

Others don't understand sword dance, but the disciples of Tianxiang Pavilion do.

"Senior Sister Seven has to preach..."

"If other senior sisters listen to this song..."

"I'm afraid even the elders and masters would like to get this piece of music..."

A series of thoughts came to them one after another, and the subsequent thoughts were diluted again.

The melody of Shentianxiang changed suddenly.

From the short and quick transition to another level, the domineering momentum also changed suddenly.

Different from the previous stage full of killing and killing, it has turned into Haoran full of righteousness.

When scholars hear this song, the literary heart and gallantry deep in their chests seem to resonate with it, with awe-inspiring righteousness and joy.

Shirataki subdued a bit of Heavenly Demon Qi, and turned the rush electronic sound into a clear and high-spirited voice of righteousness.

The guests who had been oppressed for a long time just let out a breath of turbid air at this time, as if they had passed through the clouds and climbed above the nine heavens, suddenly there was a bright light in front of them, a great sun emerged, and a round of sun pierced through the sea of ​​clouds.

The heaven and earth are full of righteousness, if there are evil spirits here, they will definitely vomit three liters of blood.

But this scenery is only short-lived, the awe-inspiring righteousness is suddenly withdrawn, the clouds are suddenly bright, and the left and right hands are playing on both sides of the guzheng at the same time.

The brilliance of the sun and thunder intertwined, Shirataki vibrated the strings of the zither, even the fingertips were cut by the sharpness, blood dripped on the strings, and the deep red blood also added a touch of deep red to the scenery.

Immortal sword dance and awe-inspiring momentum fit each other, righteousness and murderous intent blend.

It seemed as if I could hear and see the wildness of the immortal sword dance. The sun fell on the edge of the sword, pierced through the sea of ​​clouds, pierced through the clouds, penetrated the land of nine secluded places, the light tore through the darkness, and the thunder swept the earth.

The heaven and the earth were silent, suddenly enlightened, and the clouds disappeared.

This kind of shock made the guests indescribable, their tongues were numb, their hearts were so excited that they couldn't hold back, and an indescribable trembling feeling ran down their backs.

The sword dance also stopped, Shang Yuwei couldn't keep up with the changes in this song, and she also sincerely sighed that this song is so amazing.

A melody from the gods and heaven can teach a hundred thousand dead souls to sleep forever.

A song of divine sound can teach Jiuyou not to cry anymore.

Shirataki's left pupil seemed to be filled with flames, burning and scorching.

He saw the past, the former self, and the arrogance with which he raised his middle finger at Jiu Youxia.

He is the one with the sword!

Shirataki smiled softly, and the movement at his fingertips came to the end.

Shirataki made a soft call in his heart that only he could hear.

The gods are ringing, the gods are ringing, let this sound resound through the sky...

As the last sound of the end fell, the endlessly calling thunder sound pierced the sky.

The strings of the already overwhelmed guzheng broke one after another, as if to offer the last tribute to this song.

The broken strings are like cracking silk, releasing the frenzy, like the broken weapon after the fairy dances the sword, it has made this song an inimitable performance.

If you ask in the morning, you can die in the evening.

Shirataki raised his finger, and the fingertips were dripping bright red.

He thought that he had long been unfamiliar with Shen Tianxiang's skills, but found that he hadn't forgotten it at all.

Perhaps, skill is not important at all, the feeling and impulse engraved in the soul and blood is the essence of Shentianxiang.

Is this a good thing or a bad thing?It turns out that my nature is hard to change after all...

The boy closed his eyes.

After brewing for a while, he opened his eyes, but found that he couldn't hide it at all.

There is blood and fire in those eyes that cannot be suppressed,

He has regained the mood of the past, how can he put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha in an instant?

It is unrealistic and too difficult to want to restrain all the edge and return to mediocrity for a while.

He hasn't been so fanatical for a long time, and it may take some time for this heart to calm down.

Bai Taki glanced at the Guzheng, and said: "Who will listen to the strings... It's a pity that a Guzheng broke."

He turned around and stepped off the stage, leaving the absent guests everywhere.

He laughed: "It's a pity that the ensemble is so rare that there is no wine to drink, that's all, a pot of Maotai that is a hundred gold, who the hell can afford it..."

Chapter 140 Five "Ordinary People"

The heavenly music pierced through the sky, and also resounded throughout Jiangxin Island.

Shirataki had quietly left the stage, leaving only the broken Jiaoweiqin.

He looked at the girl who was still immersed in the shock of Shentianxiang, and waved his hand.

"God back."

Xiuyu listened to the real sound of the gods and heaven, and this kind of shock was undeniably strong.

The Shentianxiang she had heard before could not reach this level. It was not only the melody, but also a deeper level of courage.

She couldn't explain it clearly, but she knew that the strength of character that could play this music was hidden in the body of this young man.

"How much do you remember?" Shirataki asked.

Xiuyu shook her head, she couldn't remember everything, such a shocking performance, who can remember the score?

"It doesn't matter, the music score is not the most complicated part." Shirataki said: "Da Yin Xi Sheng... The essence of the divine sound is not hidden in the rhythm, but a kind of vigor. To practice it, you need special skills. Chance,"

Right time, right place, right people.

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, and couldn't help showing a look of regret: "It's a pity that the place suitable for training in the gods is too far away, and the environment is too dangerous. What's more, the ancient capital of Jiuyou has collapsed, so it may be difficult to get there. success."

He stroked the girl's hair: "... It is already difficult for ordinary people to learn the divine sound. Even if I intend to teach it, it is difficult to explain the essence of it clearly. It is nothing more than personal perception."

He was talking casually, but suddenly his footsteps stopped, and Xiuyu grabbed the corner of his clothes.

She had heard that Shirataki had been seriously injured, and this injury had caused serious sequelae, such as loss of spiritual consciousness and dusty divine wisdom.

But now, when I hear his piece of Shentianxiang, I can hear that the charm is not lost at all, it is completely intact, and the strength of character is still there.