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    baidu_clb_fillslot("740301"); When everyone saw Wuxie's action, they didn't say anything, but their eyes were filled with contempt.  When they thought about it, Wuxie was stimulated, so he did such a stupid move.  He wants to learn from Ruofeng, which is tantamount to challenging Ruofeng.  "Ke Ruofeng's performance was so perfect that a hundred birds were attracted by his performance. Could it be that his brain was burned out when he challenged him at this time?  ???????????????????????????????????????????????????  You must know that even Mingwan and Ye Xian do not have this confidence and dare to set a time for themselves to play the music.  This not only requires extreme self-confidence, but also strong strength as a backing. Without strength, it can only become a joke.  But judging from Wuxie¡¯s previous performance, he even had difficulty playing the music in a regular and unremarkable way, so this move was really ridiculous.  Everyone shook their heads slightly and laughed out loud at Wu Xie's actions.  Wang Lang saw that something was wrong with the situation and that Wu Xie's mood was a little abnormal, so he immediately called him: "Are you sure what you are doing?" Yun Ke'er and Wu Cheng also looked at Wu Xie in confusion and reacted to his actions.  Very puzzled.  Although they had not had much contact with Wuxie, they had never seen him angry, let alone acting recklessly like he is now. ??????????????? Ruofeng and the others were already laughing in their hearts. This Wuxie didn¡¯t seem to be that outstanding, but they just said a few words and got him hooked.  Faced with the disdainful looks from everyone, Wuxie said nothing.  He was indeed a little angry, and he knew what he was doing, but he ignored it. He needed to release and release the anxiety he had suppressed during this period.  He didn¡¯t light up the fireworks, but inserted the fireworks sticks into the gap on the table.  Sitting next to the piano.  "Young Master Wu, don't you want fireworks?" Ruofeng said this deliberately and looked at Wu Xie with disdain.  The contempt in the eyes of others was even greater. In their opinion, Wuxie must have realized that he was too impulsive just now, so he wanted to make a riddle and deliberately avoided going to the fireworks.  So that I won't lose face.  However, little did he know that this move completely exposed his inner uneasiness and cowardice, making him even more embarrassed.  Mingwan couldn¡¯t help but chuckle and lowered her head slightly.  Ye Xian was not so covert. He laughed directly and turned away with contempt, not bothering to look at Wu Xie again.  Even Nan Yuehong, who just thought Wu Xie was about to show off, closed her eyes speechlessly at this moment.  Just by doing this, she no longer had any hope in Wu Xie, feeling that he would definitely have to swallow his anger and accept being humiliated.  Wuxie said nothing and looked at everyone with an expressionless face, seeing everyone's thoughts in his eyes.  Ruofeng smiled and said, "Master Wu, why are you silent? Do you really don't have fireworks?" Wuxie looked at Ruofeng, his eyes full of coldness.  Said: "The sense of superiority is greatly increased, right?" After saying this, Wu Xie stretched out his five fingers fiercely.  Suddenly, dozens of blue spiritual threads flew out from the fingertips, hooked on the pipa, the erhu, the jade Xiao, and touched the strings.  His fingers moved slightly.  Suddenly.  The strings, erhu, and pipa all moved together!  The three musical instruments jointly produced the first tone.  The joy of Pipa.  The madness of the guzheng, the sadness of the erhu, three different styles of timbre came out at the same time. They were mixed together extremely skillfully and harmoniously to form a sound of nature.  With one finger trembling slightly, three tones came out at the same time!  Then, he moved his fingers a second time, and then a third time.  The music started to be played. Wuxie's expression was focused, and his fingers were playing frequently. The strings of the three instruments were trembling with it. They were either arrogant, happy, or sad, expressing their talents to the extreme, playing three kinds of musical instruments.  Different styles of music.  Although the style of music is complex, it is chaotic and orderly. Each tune is a fusion of three sounds, either low or high, without repetition or confusion.  Ruofeng and others wanted to laugh at him, but at this moment, they were completely stunned.  Listening to the unusual music and playing method, they felt something was wrong.  Ruofeng¡¯s face suddenly darkened, and he stared at Wuxie with an ugly expression.  Ye Xian, who originally didn¡¯t want to take another look at Wu Xie, suddenly turned his head and stared at Wu Xie closely.  Mingwan and Fang Sheng were already shocked by the huge impact and their eyes widened.  Wang Lang, Yun Ke'er, and Wu Cheng were even more shocked. They didn't expect Wu Xie to play such a beautiful tune this time.     lookHis skillful appearance is that he mastered several musical instruments at the same time and operated them at the same time.  This technique is simply impossible to see. It requires not only profound knowledge of music, but also extremely familiarity with musical instruments, and extremely fine spiritual control!  Only when the three become one can there be any possibility of merging.  However, he not only played three different styles of instruments at the same time, but also perfectly combined the tunes. This level of strength has already reached the pinnacle. Even the best musicians in the lower world cannot reach this level.  high.  Wu Xie¡¯s fingers are like running water, never stopping shaking, but a seemingly random shake makes the three instruments produce harmonious and beautiful sounds.  Its sound is like running water.  Its sound is like a galloping horse.  Its sound is like the chirping of birds.  Unconsciously, Yuxiao came to his lips, and he blew gently, bringing the music into a small **.  And everyone could no longer think at all. They all closed their eyes and were immersed in this wonderful moment.  In front of their eyes, several scenes were changing rapidly.  Sometimes, it is a cold rainy day, and the birds are miserable.  Sometimes, it is a blood-red battlefield, with birds galloping and shouting to fight.  Sometimes, it¡¯s a beautiful mountain forest, with birds singing and searching.  Sometimes, it is a joyful wedding banquet, with birds laughing, singing and dancing.  Four different scenes switched in everyone's minds, but there was no sense of confusion. Instead, there was an endless coherent story.  What Wang Lang saw were originally carefree birds, happily celebrating the event. However, they were attacked by natural enemies.  They destroyed their homes, so they formed an army and fought to the death.  lost heavily.  After winning the war, they mourned for the fallen warriors.  Finally, they retreat to the mountains and forests, away from the hustle and bustle of the world.  But what Nan Yuehong saw was a group of small birds in distress, suffering from poverty.  Oppressed, and then uprooted.  I found a piece of rich forest, but got into a territorial dispute.  So they fought and finally won, celebrating happily.  Ruofeng and others saw a different story.  Around the songs of different styles, they dreamed up stories that moved them.  Wuxie performed their voices through music.  What they hear, what comes to their mind.  It is their own understanding of the music, their understanding of life, and their understanding of ideals.  Everything is a fantasy deep in their own hearts, so they have a very unified resonance.  This is the strangest thing about music.  No matter how the music is played, it has been fixed. No matter what instrument is used to play it, it will always be these tones.  By itself, it wouldn't mean much.     but.  People think, have past events, ambitions, and wishes.  These are all expressed through music.  And Wuxie¡¯s current musical realm has reached a point where everyone can have unlimited fantasies.  ¡°He didn¡¯t set the tone for the song itself.  No one will be able to tell what style of music this is upon hearing it.  He gave freedom to the music and freedom to all the listeners.  So, when everyone listened, the expressions on their faces showed.  They are completely different, some are laughing, some are crying, some are silent, and some are bright.  Slowly, Wuxie sped up the playing speed. His fingers were slowly accelerating and flicking rapidly, reaching the final climax.  The ten fingers have become like phantoms, with no trace visible.  At that moment, when the strings are often unable to stabilize due to trembling, Wuxie plays them again, making a clanging sound.  Yu Xiao didn¡¯t pause at all, and with the extremely fast tone, countless voices echoed.  A hundred birds were hovering beside Wu Xie and above his head, intoxicated and forgetful of themselves.  In the river pond, there were a few "puff" sounds, and more than a dozen small goldfish jumped onto the shore, patting their tails non-stop, using the force of the shock to move closer to Wuxie.  Everyone¡¯s faces were crying or laughing, with different expressions. In their minds, four kinds of pictures were switching wildly, and one story after another was played out, ever-changing, without a sentence.  And Wuxie's forehead was already sweating, and his fingers were like phantoms, as if he had cast a shadow-stopping technique, and the trajectory could not be seen clearly.  The strings are not stable for a moment, as if there are countless people and hands playing on it. Each string is played more than ten times in one breath. From the perspective of the eyes, all the strings are moving up and down.Shaking, like a flowing water curtain, has no specific form.  The song entered the final stage. Wuxie gritted his teeth and twitched his fingers crazily. Countless tones seemed to be emitted at the same time, but if he slowed down the time, he could find that they were emitted again and again.  The wonderful state fell silent as the last sound disappeared. Wuxie breathed out heavily and looked at everyone.  Among them, some clenched their fists tightly with tears in their eyes, some were dejected and sad, and some were overjoyed and laughing, but they didn¡¯t say much.  They also opened their eyes, put away their emotions, and looked at Wuxie in silence.  No one spoke, or in other words, no one knew what to say.  Faced with such a perfect performance, there is nothing to say. Even if you want to praise it, you can't find the right words and sentences.  They could only express their shock with silent eyes.  The fish died of thirst on the shore and died listening to the music. The birds surrounded Wuxie and couldn't bear to leave.  Wuxie slowly stood up from his seat, pulled out the fireworks stick, and raised it high so that everyone could focus on it.  Then he touched the tip of the firework stick to the strings.  "Zizi~" A wisp of green smoke rose from the top of the firework stick, sparks burst out, and the firework stick was burned.  Wu Xie took the high firework stick, walked up to Ruofeng, gently inserted the firework stick into Ruofeng's hair, and said lightly: "I don't like to set off fireworks, so I'll give them to you." After saying that, he walked out of the pavilion and left.  here.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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