The leader is being killed every day

Many people were like Ji Wuxiu, who couldn't tell what was strange, wanted to think about it carefully, but didn't want to miss the performance, so he just shook his head and looked at the stage.

The people who played this time were dressed in white, like white lotuses on a snowy field, and their appearance was comparable to Yijin Muxue and the others, even slightly better than Su Yixuan.

This person is a member of the Ming religion, the rumored left envoy - Feng Wenxue.

It was the first time someone from Mingjiao came to participate in the contest for the selection of the first prize, and it was rumored that the left envoy of Mingjiao was unparalleled in beauty. Many people wanted to see the face of the left envoy. This time, they finally got their wish.It's just that I don't know how talented he is, and everyone in the audience is looking forward to it.

Rumor has it that Snowman lives up to his name and is as quiet as ice and snow. Looking at him, it seems as if he heard Xue Feiwu's voice and asked about Bai Xue's fragrance.A bone-piercing freshness spreads throughout the body.

He is tall and thin, with blue hair reaching his waist. Although his name is easily misunderstood, he does not feel weak at all.

With well-articulated hands and slender fingers, he pulled out a white jade flute from his waist and lightly touched his thin lips. The sound of the flute suddenly lingered, and the pen he prepared in advance slowly stood up in the sound of the flute, moving and changing with the flute sound.The brush was stained with ink, and the pen wandered around on the rice paper.

Everyone was amazed that someone could make a pen with sound and walk freely.

"Zheng~" A zither sound came in, the brush on the paper froze, Feng Wenxue's flute sound changed steadily, and the brush moved again at the moment of stagnation.At the same time, the sound of the zither is also smooth and melodious, and it has a different artistic conception from the sound of the xiao. The original melodious music becomes exciting and exciting with the intervention of the sound of the zither. The two camps confronted each other, thousands of troops fought, and the swords were dumb.

Many of the people present were from the Jianghu, so of course they knew that this flute and zither was a comparison of internal strength.

When the sound of the pen fell, Feng Wenxue's forehead was dripping with fine sweat, her face turned pale, she elegantly put the flute back around her waist, and said to the side of the second floor: "Miss Du's zither sound is like the sound of heaven, Let me admit defeat."

"Hehe..." A burst of silver bell-like laughter came from the side of the second floor. Everyone heard the sound and looked, only to see a woman in purple, holding a guzheng, leaning against the railing, her eyes bent into crescent moons, looking at her. man on stage. "The Envoy Fengzuo doesn't have to be humble. I can win, but it's just a matter of opportunism. Envoy Fengzuo can do two things at once, which is beyond Du Yao's reach."

Feng Wenxue has to control the ink pen with internal force on the one hand, and competes with the sound of the zither on the other. It is not easy to persist until the pen is written.Compared with internal strength, Du Yao of Lingxiao Palace is not low.

Those Jianghu people originally complained about this woman's sudden intervention, but when they heard that it was Du Yao from the Lingxiao Palace, their faces changed. Her words were quite true, and they knew that the victory was invincible, so they could admit it frankly without losing their grace.Besides, she looks really good.

Ji Wuxiu naturally saw it too, and Du Yao stayed diagonally across from him, saying how this woman made him feel, how should I put it, she always felt a little frivolous, she didn't feel like a serious woman, but Bi Yijing and they were more like Wuxiu Court people.

Because Feng Wenxue and Du Yao competed at the same time, the two fought to admit defeat, but they both abstained and did not participate in the final vote.

It's just that the person named Xiao Yu still didn't come in the end. Everyone waited for a while, but still no one was seen, so it was also regarded as abstention, and the audience began to vote.

Except for some people who voted for others, those who had already voted for Su Yixuan almost without hesitation.Ji Wuxiu didn't see what Su Yixuan performed, but it's not like all these people voted for him, right?

When the number of voters was nearly half, a purple shadow fell from the sky and slowly landed in the center of the stage.

"It's raining in Xiaoyu, so I'm late because of something, so please forgive me." Xiao Yu apologized to everyone wearing a purple veil, but his tone was arrogant and unruly. It sets off his aloof temperament, so noble that people feel untouchable, and wearing a veil adds a lot of mystery, making it difficult to see his appearance, but Ji Wuxiu intuitively affirms that his appearance is on par with his own.

And this Xiao Yu made Ji Wuxiu feel familiar.

"Master Xiao, please show off your talents." Li Yaotang reminded, Xiao Yu glanced at Li Yaotang upon hearing the sound, and the disdain in his eyes was clearly seen.

At this time, everyone in the building felt Xiao Yu's unusual aura, and their expectations for him were unabashedly released to the cheers.

According to Xiao Yu's request, let him live in the land.Prepare a pot of ink, a flute and a qin.

She took off her shoes, revealing her snow-white severed wrists, stepped into the ink with both feet, and fixed the qin half-suspended in the air, then took the flute, and at the same time as the flute sounded, the sound of the qin also fluttered, and everyone watched In a daze, Xiao Yu didn't touch the strings at all. It was not easy for Feng Wenxue to control the strings with the sound before, but now there is another one who can control the strings with the sound, and can play the flute to make it match the music. Almost no one in the world can do it.

At the same time, Xiao Yu's feet stepped out of the ink basin and landed on the white blanket. Suddenly, his feet moved, and he moved from one end of the stage to the other in an instant. No one could clearly see how he was. The moving ones, the sound of the zither flute kept coming, and the ink marks left on the white carpet where Xiao Yu walked were like sparkling flowing water. Everyone stood up and looked at it, it was like flowing waves, and they couldn't help but marvel.

The huge stage seems to have become a large drawing board, and the white blanket covering it has become a drawing paper. He uses his feet as pens, and at the same time, his figure is swimming. It seems that he is practicing martial arts, but he is really painting. He combines martial arts moves with The paintings merged together, the purple shirt floated in the air, everyone's attention was attracted by him, and there was no other sound in the whole building except the music, and even everyone's breathing stopped.

When his footsteps stopped, a landscape painting appeared on the white carpet, magnificent and majestic, but there was only a man in the painting, wrapped in a white shirt, like a fairy born out of dust, who did not eat the fireworks in the world, but only drank the morning dew and the evening rain, Integrating the essence of heaven and earth, people can't take their eyes off.

The sound of the piano gradually faded away, and the sound of the flute gradually slowed down, leisurely and ethereal, like a dream.

As for his body, apart from his feet being stained with ink, the rest of his body was still spotless. The large stage was filled with the sound of a piece of music, and the northern mountains and rivers filled it. Xue is doing two things at once, so Xiao Yu is doing four things at once.

The sound of the flute was soft, and everyone's hearts couldn't help being quiet and softened. After Xiao Yu stopped playing, there was a long silence in the pavilion, but in an instant, there was thunderous applause.

The veil that covered her face, as if startled by the applause, accidentally dropped half of it, revealing half of her indescribable face.

Still hugging the pipa and half covering the face, it is the most irritating scene.

If Ji Wuxiu's aura is soft and innocent, but Xiao Yu's aura is the opposite of Ji Wuxiu's, Gao Yan, cold as ice, and self-admired.

How can it be a beautiful word, and how can it be a cold word.

The author has something to say: On a whim, I went to write a song for "The Leader", which is called "Forever Forever". Although I haven't finished writing it yet, I just want to write it. Maybe their endings are different from the song. , I made it up, the song is out, listen and play.