This book is forbidden to read Xi Wei

On the big screen, this battle project appeared: Le.

The specific items of each competition are confidential, and the questions are proposed by the leaders in each field. They will only be announced during the competition. Even Mo Jue, the organizer of the competition, cannot disclose it.

It is precisely because of this mystery that young people flock to it, and there are various speculations every year.

There are a large number of onlookers around the battle stage, some of them are high-achieving students from various colleges, and some are young people with outstanding performance in various fields.

One of them belongs to the team formed by the most authoritative music academy in China. Qu Yang is the well-deserved music chief of the academy. Although there are always many people in the academy who want to pull him out, this person is almost invincible among his peers in terms of skills.

This group of music students with incomparable arrogance cannot be easily convinced, and they will also be the main force of the future sound wave attack. Even if the end-time powerhouse meets them, they will only have a big head. Who wants to be resonated by the sound wave.

Some of them don't know Mianmian at all.

"Mo Jueshang, who?" The characteristic of the music department is that they don't talk much, and they prefer to use music to express their emotions.

"The illegitimate son of the Mo family, just brought from the civilian area, is competing for the first time."

"Hehe..." The extended tone fully reflected disapproval.

"Do you have a camera?"

"Of course, this is an opportunity for our department to look good, and it will be uploaded to the communication platform in real time later." The communication platform includes network platforms in all regions of China, with users all over the common people and noble areas, who can upload, download, share, and repost information Wait, often an explosive news can be reposted hundreds of thousands of times in a short period of time.

Their conversation was easily heard by Qu Yang who was beside him. His gentle and clean face was still calm. No one could see that when he heard the word "civilian", his eyes tightened instantly.

He has low self-esteem. If he hadn't been accepted by his master as the direct heir of the Guqin family, he would have continued to suffer from hunger and cold in the slums, but now his deep-rooted low self-esteem has been covered up by him.

Everyone only sees how easily he wins every competition, but they don't know that he practiced hard day and night behind his back.

Because he's afraid of failing, he's afraid of being the one to be ridiculed again.

As a result, the kindness in his bones was suppressed, and he had to defeat everyone if he wanted to succeed.

"Boss, you can just go up and play a lap, anyway, this year's champion will definitely be you!" This person is Qu Yang's loyal defender, gossip master, nicknamed Little Six, although he looks like a traitor, he is simple-minded. people.

Xiao Liuzi's words are really good. Since the start of this competition, Qu Yang has been a well-deserved champion.

Indifference is Qu Yang's disguise, he just nodded lightly to Little Six.

Even such a casual response made Xiao Liu very happy.

Qu Yang raised his head and looked at the old man drinking tea sitting on the seats in the stands on the second floor. The old man put down the Biluochun in his hand, and his eyes flickered. He had seen countless people for decades, and seemed to see something.

The old man nodded solemnly, his cloudy eyes showed a sense of vicissitudes, and his calm heart was the silence after experiencing the ups and downs of the world.

If Mian Mian saw it, he must have an impression of this old man. This man is Qu Yang's master, a master in the music industry. In his previous life, it was this old man's sacrifice that brought back Qu Yang's life. This stimulated Qu Yang to create sound waves. attack.

If there is a chance, he hopes to save this old man Qu, not only because he can have more powerful fighting power, but also because of this old man's indifference to life and death and his true feelings for humanity.

Qu Yang nodded lightly, as if he understood the meaning of the old man, and there was admiration for the old man in his eyes.

Upstairs in the stands, when the match list was announced, the boos one after another at the beginning made the atmosphere take on a different pre-match meaning.

Mianmian raised her head and looked at the places where the voices came from, it was the group of Xia Chuchu's admirers.

But it was quickly overshadowed by the cheerless cheers of a group of ladies, including Mrs. Liu.

"Ah Qing, I seem to see your mother among the people cheering for Mo Jueshang?" Is that elegant lady who shouted excitedly and waved a small flag really the Mrs. Liu in their impression?

"You, see, you are wrong!" Liu Yiqing's upper eyelids twitched, and he replied word by word.

He felt that his little brother, who was kicked by Mo Jueshang, was in pain again, his balls were crushed, and his balls were sad.

The thing he wants to do most now is to pull his mother away from the crowd of wives. This feeling of being pulled back makes him feel a deep sense of powerlessness.

Even if he didn't say it, he knew that the young man his mother admired was Mo Jueshang!

He gave Mo Jueshang a hard look with his eyes. When he first pursued someone, he felt that the other party was cute and arrogant. This is simply a beauty scorpion. Now he can't wait to swallow it alive to vent his anger.

With so many eyes focused on him, Mianmian certainly couldn't feel Liu Yiqing's deep love-hate relationship. He stood on the circular stage rising from the center of the hall, with his head slightly lowered, and the slightly long hair in front of his forehead covered his face. His expression was covered, and he looked as if he had lost his fighting spirit, which further contributed to the booing around him.

But the wives who were stimulated also formed a camp, cheering for Mianmian, the momentum was huge, and the scene was unprecedentedly hot even before the game started.

Qu Yang is wearing a light gray Tang suit with dark patterns. He walks around gracefully, his steps are like the sound of playing a piano, his eyes are calm, but there is a determination in his heart that he cannot lose. No matter who he faces, he will not underestimate the enemy.

From his appearance, the fiery atmosphere seemed to be paused, and the noise gradually disappeared.

He is Qu Yang who has the title of Divine Comedy.

After they stand on both sides of the stage, the tiles forming a hollow in the center rise slowly, revealing the two instruments in front of people.

The quiz is finally out!

The sound of gasping is endless, it is a musical instrument that is said to have been lost in ancient China: konghou!

The two musical instruments were carefully placed in front of the contestants by the waiter. The piano placed in front of Mianmian was thick, dragon-shaped and phoenix-shaped, made of agate, and the lacquer of the piano had broken patterns. As the old saying goes, the sound quality of the broken-patterned piano is very precious.

"Quyang, Quyang, Quyang!" The quiet venue exploded.

Even though Qu Yang is still young, he has a large number of music supporters. Music has no borders. Whether it is a commoner or an aristocrat, everyone loves people who are persistent in their dreams.

He is the target pursued by young people, telling the world that music can become the sound of nature.

According to the regulations of the participating group, after two people are drawn, the loser will leave the field, and any challenger can go on stage to continue to compete with the winner to decide the outcome, and this cycle will eventually determine the champion.

But in the music group, as soon as Qu Yang came on stage, everything would be decided.

Many people, like the people from the Conservatory of Music, have already taken out their mobile phones, cameras and other tools and started uploading to various website forums, preparing to transmit the game results as soon as possible.

In fact, at this time of year, there are many people squatting in front of the computer waiting for the game.

They are outside the arena, waiting with bated breath for the moment when the winner will be determined.

Qu Yang sat in front of the harp, touched the strings with both hands, and the sound of the piano came out, like the sound of feathers passing through clear spring water, gently vibrating between the eardrums, ethereal like a gurgling stream in ice and snow, and the whole person melted into the moon in the lotus pond in color.

At the end of the song, everyone is still intoxicated.

Qu Yang didn't get angry, he stretched out his hand calmly, like an invitation.

Mian Mian turned a deaf ear, as if nailed in place by a hammer, didn't look at anyone, and seemed to be cut off from all the hustle and bustle.

"Go down!"

"You're so thick-skinned, what are you doing!"

"Don't be ashamed, go down, go down!"

"Go down..."

Even in the arena, the only ladies who favored Mian Mian looked at Mian Mian secretly and worriedly amid such overwhelming resentment, and only hoped that he would step down quickly and stop humiliating himself.

The curtain behind the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor was partly drawn, and an elegant woman had an unobstructed view of the entire arena. The young man stepped on the Russian blanket and stood behind her, "Mother, are you still here?" Are you angry?"

"I've lost my temper a long time ago, that prodigal son, I won't give him any more money!" The woman's eyes were full of undisguised disgust, as if her eyes were filled with viscous liquid.

"Wait, Jazz! That damn animal is about to play!" Mrs. Mo, who was paying attention all the time, noticed something unusual.

If it was said that Qu Yang knew how to play the harp, no one would doubt it, but how could it be possible that Mo Jueshang could?

Madam Mo didn't care about her appearance, she lifted her skirt and walked out of the room quickly.

Mo Jue stared at Mo Jueshang on the stage with dark eyes. The young man's face was full of mature masculinity, which blended together strangely to form a special charm. Through the suit, he rubbed his slender and fair fingertips At the heart, tightly clutching the shirt.

It happened again!

Clinging tightly to the sofa by the window, the severe pain caused him to scratch the leather back, exposing the white cotton wool inside, Mo Jue's face turned white, his teeth were almost bitten off, like a crushed heart like a main thread Pulse, controlled to tighten and cut off the body.

No one can appreciate a heart that is about to enter the coffin at any time, just like Mo Jue is always lonely.

On the stage, it seemed that the statue moved continuously, and the temperament of the whole body changed suddenly. There was an ancient charm in every gesture, and in the stands, the etiquette teacher who studied the ancient Chinese country brightened his eyes, and greeted Mr. Qu beside him.

They are all the judges of this event, sitting in the best position to judge the score of the event.

"Old Qu, look!"

Qu Lao's eyes are lingering, he seems to see a real qin sage soul, his every move is freehand and natural, as if he is one with nature, this kind of magnanimity is completely different from that of Qu Yang, who has studied the piano skills assiduously. not on.

The violin is not determined by skill, but the heart, a heart that is integrated with the meaning of the violin.

Qu Yang, who is too pursuit of winning or losing, has put the cart before the horse.

Mian Mian seemed to complement the harp, her obsidian-like eyes slowly closed, her hands caressed the crystal strings, each string was tough and clear, as if she was expressing the spirit of the piano.

This appearance is more like communicating with Qin.

Many viewers wanted to turn off the live broadcast after recording Qu Yang’s music again, but seeing Mianmian’s state of ecstasy, they continued to record for some reason, and some even adjusted the camera to take close-up and close-up shots .

Through the sad heart of Qin Sheng, it seems that he really felt the emotion of this piano, and his fingers moved unconsciously.

At this moment, Mian Mian's whole being merged into everything in an instant, and with the flow of notes, the overwhelming sadness seeped into every corner of the venue, as if it was about to spread from the bottom of his heart.

Everyone seems to be able to see a man, with heart-wrenching pain, spreading like a cuckoo crying blood. With the fingertips plucking on the strings, a wave of desolation and sadness settled in everyone heart.

The sound of the piano, the sound of love, curls up like a dream... It seems to have traveled through a thousand years.

The melodious piano combined with the perfect performance made people shed tears, and the eyes of many ladies and girls were flushed.

Until the last note was played, Mianmian felt the shock and aftertaste brought to him by the qin sage, and many people were still immersed in it and couldn't extricate themselves.

On the referee's seat on the second floor, after regaining their senses, the three masters in the music industry were busy calculating the score between the two.

The discussion was intense, because one of the masters was a disciple of Mr. Qu, and the result was still unknown.

The live game on the broadcast screen came to an abrupt end, and the score between the two appeared.