intoxicating

——Jiangpan——

The next day, in front of the Guqin Association building;

Gong Lingxi confirmed the address again and again, and it was indeed the building, but he did not see the sign of the Guqin Association.

So I could only ask the staff, "Is the Guqin Association here?"

"What Guqin Association?" The staff showed a puzzled expression, and seemed to know less than Gong Lingxi.

Gong Lingxi could only show him the letter in his hand and the address above.

"Oh, since the letter says it's here, it should be here..." The staff was too lazy to understand this strange association.

Looking at this address, Gong Lingxi became more and more suspicious that she had gone to the wrong place, but if she didn't go there, she wouldn't know the result.

After entering the elevator, Miya Lingxi came to the 19th floor.

There were several people standing in the corridor, and one of them was carrying a big box behind his back. Gong Lingxi saw that this was not the standard equipment for a luthier. It seemed that he came to the right place.

Excited, he looked around again.

Bright walls, bright lights, it is already eight o'clock in the morning, and the sky outside is still dark.

A little worried, Gong Lingxi asked again, "Are you also a contestant?"

Hearing his words, some people were playing game consoles by themselves, some people looked back at him, and only one person nodded.

"Ding——" the elevator opened again, Gong Lingxi looked back uncomfortably, and just as he was about to turn back, a familiar face appeared in front of him.

The other party also saw him and walked over quickly, "Why are you here?"

"Participating in the competition..." The other party was surprised by his existence, but Gong Lingxi was the one who was most surprised. What did this young master of Pojunxing come to Tianguixing.

Maybe he owns a property here, but even so, it can't be such a coincidence.

If you don't ask clearly, Gong Lingxi will definitely suspect that the other party has installed a tracker on her body and opened her mouth. Just as Gong Lingxi was about to ask, someone interrupted him.

"What? Is there someone you know here?"

The visitor's expression changed after seeing Gong Lingxi, he looked at him and said, "Why is it you?"

Miya Lingxi's search data...

But the person next to him obediently called out, "Teacher."

Jiang Pan waved his hand, "No, I'm not your judge, he is."

Gong Lingxi is sorting out the data...

"Him?" Some people were puzzled, while others sneered directly, not paying attention to this person who seemed to be about the same age as them.

After listening for a while, Gong Lingxi finally choked out a sentence, "I didn't expect you to know how to play Guqin, so let's talk about it earlier, we can learn from each other."

Zuo Xiyou said, "Guqin? But this is the Guzheng Association."

"Is that Gong Lingxi?" Jiang Pan turned around, "Come with me."

Gong Lingxi didn't even think about why the other party knew her name, and followed.

Jiang Pan walked to the end, turned left, walked another ten steps, and stopped in front of a gate. The system in front of the gate quickly scanned to confirm the information of the visitor. After confirmation, the gate opened.

"This is the Guqin Association?"

The light was turned on, and the room was bright, but the door behind Gong Lingxi was closed again, and Gong Lingxi looked back suspiciously.

"Sit down."

There were only two stools in the room, one was behind Jiang Pan, and the other was the piano bench opposite. Thinking of the purpose of this trip, Gong Lingxi sat down on that piano bench.

"Gong Lingxi, eighteen years old, is about to turn nineteen, and started learning piano at the age of five..."

Jiang Pan read the contents of the information, "A first-year student majoring in weapon design in the Weapons Department of Ziwei Royal Academy."

I don't know if Jiang Pan is confirming or talking to himself, Gong Lingxi can only set up wooden stakes.

After reading the basic information, Jiang Pan threw the paper on the table, "Let's get started."

Gong Lingxi opened the piano box, took out the guqin, and adjusted the strings. Before coming, Gong Lingxi had checked repeatedly, and there were no omissions, so she was just checking at this moment.

Before the official performance, Gong Lingxi asked, "Why didn't you see other contestants?"

"Because you are the only one who made it to the rematch."

"Then why is there a rematch?"

Anyway, he is the only one who passed the test, so he is the champion.

"Because this determines whether I want to give you the championship medal."

Gong Lingxi couldn't accept this answer, but there was no need to ask further. Anyway, the competition repertoire had already been prepared. After his careful selection, he specially selected a piece of music that he learned in this world, and changed it into Guqin score , of medium difficulty.

Halfway through the performance, Jiang Pan interrupted him, "Wait, if it's this one, what's the difference from the first test, change to this one..." Saying this, he handed Gong Lingxi a new sheet music.

Making things difficult, this is definitely making things difficult, Gong Lingxi is clear about the difficulty of the piece, but compared to the scenes he has experienced, it is nothing.

Memorizing the score quickly, Gong Lingxi began to play until the last note without being interrupted.

After the performance, Gong Lingxi waited for the result.

Jiang Pan waved his hand, "You go back first, and the results of the competition will be sent to you in two days."

Gong Lingxi went out the door in a daze, and then ran into a guzheng contestant at the elevator entrance. She didn't look very good, and she might have been brushed off.

The elevator stopped on the first floor, and Gong Lingxi sent a message to Yan Qingyao.

After a while, there was an additional address in the message box, followed by a sentence, "Do you need me to pick you up?"

"Teacher, don't worry, I'm not a child anymore, I won't get lost."

The building where the Guqin Association is located is located in the business district, and the hotel is located in the suburbs, with a certain distance between them. It takes more than an hour to take the suspension train, but it only takes a quarter of an hour to transfer to the aircraft.

In a building on the commercial street, two pairs of eyes were watching the figure walking out of the building until the person's face coincided with the photo.

"The target appears, coordinates the building at No. 11 Bailu Street in the business district."

"The target is on the aircraft, aircraft number TG11111111."

"stay close."

In the building, the last contestant left, Zuo Xiyou closed the door of the Guzheng Association, turned around and passed through several closed doors, these rooms also belonged to the Ancient Music Association, but the development has not been very good in recent years, and more and more members Rare, just barely maintaining existence.

In this day and age, music hasn't been hit so hard, it's the people in the music industry who have been hit, and robots can easily play above average music, and even create, except for a few geniuses, other people choose this industry Either out of hobby, or out of practical needs like Zuo Xiyou.

There are not many people who concretize musical instruments. Plants, beasts and modern weapons are the mainstream. Among them, ancient musical instruments are even rarer. The huge Ziwei Empire has a population that is small even for a unit of [-] million. The Guzheng Association Members barely reach three figures, but the Guqin Association is not so lucky. There is only one president and three people under his jurisdiction, and this president is not a guqin expert.

Of course, this does not mean that there are only these guqin masters. Some people are not interested in the association, and most of them are too poor to be considered.

Also as an ancient musical instrument, the piano from another culture is much luckier. It is easy to learn, adaptable, and looks elegant. It is an elective subject in many schools.

"gone."

The person inside didn't seem to have noticed Zuo Xiyou's existence, and was holding the piano score that he had just played in his hand.

And Zuo Xiyou didn't rush to urge him, let alone leave.

"His talent is better than Ah Yong, this is the first time I have seen such a person."

Zuo Xiyou really wanted to take this sentence as a compliment, if he could ignore Jiang Pan's wavering thoughts, "It can't be him."

"I know, I know..." Jiang Pan's voice became lower and lower, "The age is wrong."

The indoor lights are bright, not the kind of oil lamp the size of a bean, nor a light bulb, and its light does not have the warmth of the sun.

The light froze on the metal objects, forming a cold and dazzling light;

Solidified on the piano table, the original reddish-brown piano table brought a cold tone;

Frozen on Jiang Pan's face, the resolute face was mixed with coldness.

Zuo Xiyou wanted to wait a little longer, but an unexplained sense of crisis came over him, the surrounding environment was very safe, if it wasn't him, then it should be someone else.

This is the effect of resonance, as long as the distance is close enough, he can easily feel the other party's state, but Gong Lingxi seems to be not very clear about it.

"I'll leave first, I have something urgent to deal with."

The aircraft flew away from the bustling commercial street and gradually deviated from the planned track. When Gong Lingxi found out, the aircraft had entered an abandoned old neighborhood.

There are still many people living below the block, but when the explosion sounded in the air, these people just looked up and continued with the previous thing.

This kind of thing happens every now and then, and most of the time it won't hurt them, and if it does, they have nowhere to go.

The huge explosion brought out a lot of debris, and when these debris hit the ground, some people came out to remove the large and small debris, and among the many debris, there was another person.

This is not surprising, occasionally there will be charred corpses on the aircraft, but this time it is different, it is complete, only the corners of the clothes have burnt marks.

Someone snorted, "It's still alive."

"How to do?"

"Move back first."

"We have no surplus food for him."

"Looking at his clothes, he should be living in the center. Those people have a lot of money."

Several people discussed how to deal with the person who fell from the sky, but they didn't notice the group of people approaching.

"Put people down..." the leader ordered.

Several people hesitated, but when they saw the other party's equipment and muscles, they chose to throw him down without hesitation, like a thief who had done something wrong, and quickly ran into their shelter.

Some people secretly observed from the hole in the wall, seeing those people moving people into a new aircraft, so they gave up the idea of ​​exchanging people for money.

The aircraft took off, leaving a trail of smoke in the air.

A few minutes later, a well-dressed young man stepped into this alien land, inspected the debris of the explosion, and left quickly.

"Did someone bring it?"

In a daze, Gong Lingxi heard the voice of talking, and there was a voice that seemed to be heard somewhere.

He is very sensitive to voice, if it is a classmate, he can recognize it immediately, even Song Zhenyu, who has only met a few times, can't remember it wrong.

But the current situation is that he feels familiar, but he can't remember it. He may only have seen it in a hurry, or it has been too long and he can't remember it. There are too many people like this, and there are too many people who hold grudges against him.

Among them, there are not many people who can control the aircraft to make it explode. First, they need to master the technology of explosion.

Next, he had to control the aircraft he was riding on. Of course, the most indispensable thing was money, and the money for hiring technical personnel would not be low.

It took time and effort just to catch him, Gong Lingxi suddenly began to suspect the possibility of seeking revenge, maybe it was for an experiment.

At this time, someone lifted the blindfold, Gong Lingxi saw a group of strange faces, the leader was a young man, the young man had several scars on his face, as if they had been burned, it was really scary.

"You're awake..." the young man said coldly.

"Where is this place?"

The young man's face was a little distorted, and the words he said began to be strange, "Wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"Don't you want to know who I am?"

The sense of familiarity is getting stronger and stronger, Gong Lingxi feels that she should know him, but she just can't remember, there is no impression of this face, maybe she has undergone facial surgery.

Seeing Gong Lingxi's confused expression, the young man's facial muscles became more and more distorted, and those scars began to twist like earthworms buried under the skin.

"You don't remember, you don't remember, you don't remember, how can you not remember what you did to me..."

The young man was extremely angry, and he pulled out the gun from his waist, and the ice blue light flashed, which was a sign of energy filling.

"stop."

One person stopped him, and the young man showed unwillingness, but this person was Jiang Liu's confidant, so after weighing one or two, he put away his gun.