Seeking the Dao in the Seemingly Mundane Mortal World Chapter 680: Sister, listen to me to explain
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The voice was so short that it was covered, and I couldn't hear the details for an instant, but I felt familiar subconsciously, and I didn't know if it was an illusion. Qin Yi didn't have the mind to think about it at this time, the eyes of the entire hall were watching him...
An An felt that if she was standing and being watched by a group of people like this, she might be soaked in cold sweat, but the husband still stood there quietly, tall and straight, with calm eyes, and she didn't feel any panic at all.
The prisoner cow looked a little strange. After watching Qin Yi for a long time, he muttered in a low voice: "The blood of the Father...Although it is very weak...Where did it come from?"
Qin Yi smiled and said: "If the king is interested, let's talk about it afterwards? The concert is more important now, isn't it?"
The prisoner cow smiled and said: "It is reasonable."
Everyone was stunned.
That's it?
It doesn't matter if he doesn't kneel?
The prisoner Niu said indifferently: "People from China do not follow the rituals in the sea. The blood of the Father God does not worship the body of the heir. Sit."
The tense atmosphere instantly loosened, and some people could even hear the voice of some people finally suffocating.
The power of no phase, the power of the king, even if it does not show anything, it naturally makes the subject extremely depressing. I really don’t know how this Chinese man can talk easily...
These two sentences made Qin Yi's impression of this fat house Niuzi countless times better in an instant. A house who is very reasonable, not pretentious, not bad. Afterwards, you can make a friend and share his experience.
He sat back and waited for the concert to begin.
An An pulled his sleeves quietly, and whispered: "Mr. You... are so bold."
Qin Yi smiled: "I admire you even more. The A Zhai, who is so talkative, was so angry that you were so angry at the beginning. You are no one."
An An was so embarrassed that after holding back for a long time, he asked curiously: "Mr. He has never kneeled before?"
Qin Yidao: "Yes."
An Anqi said: "When?"
Qin Yi looked at the front with no expression: "When I was in bed with your wife."
"Bah." An An blushed and stopped talking.
But an old tortoise next to the throne opened his mouth and said: "The great king’s concert is held every few years. Everyone is familiar with the rules, so I won’t go into details. It’s the old rules. Everyone plays music in sequence, as long as it’s music. It doesn’t matter whether it’s musical instruments, singing, dancing, or various combinations. It’s not demanding, or it’s new, it’s not demanding, and it’s not ranking. There is only one, no perfunctory."
Qin Yi nodded when he heard it. This is indeed a love of music, just for music and nothing else. What I imagined before was to make a hundred peoples flatter, or to wrong others... At least they didn't intend to do so, just to appreciate the music of all ethnic groups. Of course, for all races, there is a heart to flatter, and there are secretly competing with each other to win the favor of the king. This is another matter.
It's like An'an turned into a ground roller, apparently being regarded as a "perfunctory". It's not surprising to offend the prisoner cow... People didn't ask you to behave well, even if you are familiar with the rehearsal, you should not step on your skirt and fall Ah, the rehearsal is not rehearsed, it is not perfunctory...
God knows that An An is not perfunctory, just that virtue. I just don’t know whether my performance this time will be normal after my own special training on opening the clam shell...
The various ethnic groups are already performing in turn.
The first to appear is the snail girl, they are especially confident in this aspect.
Qin Yi also thinks that their conch sounds are really nice, and their skills are extremely superb, almost like Tao. It’s just a pity that I still lose the monotony when I only use conch. People like me who have not listened to it a few times will feel very good. But like a prisoner cow, after listening to you for tens of thousands of years, what else does it feel?
Sure enough, the prisoner was sitting on the chair, the dragon head leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes and listened. At first, he shook his head and was quite admired, but after hearing it, he still sighed softly and felt a little disappointed.
I didn't show it, and when the conch girl finished blowing, she nodded and said: "Yes, there is a reward."
The Conch Girl happily followed the old tortoise to receive the reward, and she didn't know what the reward was. Then the familiar Kraken began to sing.
The singing voice can actually express more than a single instrument. The Siren’s singing voice is even the world-famous Niu Cha. They are top singers in any era, but unfortunately they still lack them.
The song of the siren, inclined to temptation, or mourning, sadness, etc. Better images are also thoughts, tranquility, and vastness, this kind. Don't expect any joyous ode to the Sea-Monster, and it is hard to expect to sing the praises of beautiful rivers and mountains. These qualities are not at all linked to the Sea-Monster.
Although there are many races in the sea, after tens of thousands of years, their stuff is really tired of being imprisoned.
As group after group performed, Qin Yi felt quite settled. He and An An ensemble may not be technically enough, but the image of the dance between the two butterflies and the flower room is indeed lacking in the sea, and it is definitely useful. There is no need to regard this performance as a performance. In this atmosphere, it means to learn from the various ethnic groups. It is obvious that after entering the atmosphere, others also mean to learn from each other.
Such a long-term influence, in fact, most races themselves have a love for music, let alone prisoners, others are also looking forward to new products from all races. Since there is no ranking, there is no tearing up. Once it enters the atmosphere, this is completely a music exchange meeting of all ethnic groups.
It's just obvious that the prisoner cow's expression is getting more and more disappointed, and he almost starts to sigh.
Everyone's standards are not unskilled, nor careless, but really tired.
The sound of a flute floats slowly, as if the mountain breeze is blowing, the fresh fragrance of flowers is faintly dispersed, and there are birds singing in the air.
It's just the first note, which excites everyone in the field.
Everyone turned their heads to look at the sound of the flute, and saw the man in Tsing Yi who was not kneeling just now. He stood up again, with the flute on his lips, the notes were lightly sent, and the air was relaxed and dusty.
There is a butterfly passing through the flowers, flying up and down, joyfully and leisurely.
Listening to the sound of the flute, the prisoner Niu couldn't help turning his head, as if to see who was behind him. After turning halfway, he could bear it again, his eyes were very surprised.
This technique, the whole music theory and the people behind the screen... are completely in the same line.
Another flute sounded, and another butterfly chased behind him. An An began to make peace.
"Flapping" and planted in the flower.
Qin Yi's cheek twitched.
Everyone: "..."
The prisoner cow: "..."
An An's face flushed red, and he glanced at Qin Yi's expression in a flustered manner. Qin Yi shook his head slightly, indicating not to be nervous, and the flute sound became more gentle.
It seems that the butterfly flying on the flower stretches its wings and pulls the one that dropped.
He pulled it, but didn't pull it up, the butterfly still rolled under the flower.
"Puff..." Someone laughed.
The prisoner cow also laughed, this Anan... last time you came to roll around, did you come to sell cute this time?
But anyway, it still brings unprecedented novelty to it.
Very interesting flute sound, even if the butterfly rolls, it is also interesting.
Seeing that the prisoner cow was not angry, but was laughing instead, An An felt a little settled in her heart, and gradually became more courageous, and her performance became much more normal. I have to say that the recent training of opening the clam shell is still very useful. Her acceptance of the onlookers is more than one level better than before, and her mentality has calmed down so quickly.
The big butterfly above went under the flowers and extended its wings to the little butterfly again. The little butterfly got on it and flew out happily. The two butterflies danced on the flowers, and the cheerful and lively bird's voice and flowers scented everywhere. The hall.
Amidst the joy, the faint feeling gradually arises, the little butterfly chasing the big butterfly intently, flying around the two, reluctantly.
The prisoner cow was nodding his head when he heard it. This teaser of joy has gotten its three tastes. It's a good thing to say...I'm having fun, but suddenly he feels murderousness coming from behind him.
The prisoner cow blinked and said nothing.
A song is coming to an end.
The applause in the hall was thunderous.
It's not that the performance is so clever. In terms of skills alone, it's worse than everyone else. An An is just passing the pass. But this kind of refreshing butterfly dance in the mountains is completely different from the images of the various races in the sea, and it really brings you unprecedented new ideas.
Listening to the applause around him, An An was very happy, smiling and looking at Qin Yi beside her with gentle eyes.
But Qin Yi's face was frozen at this time, and the flute on his lips forgot to put down.
For an instant, you seemed to feel murderous? A familiar murderousness, like...like...
At this moment, a gnashing voice came from behind the screen: "I know that making a little girl, the flute skills are not as good as ten years ago. Compared with myself, I have regressed to the mud! This concert is the worst. That's it! Get them out quickly, I'm upset watching it!"
Qin Yi's face is green.
The prisoner cow stretched out a pair of short hands, rubbed his chin to look at Qin Yi, and said leisurely: "Perhaps you all think that this concert is a routine of the king... In fact, this meeting is exclusively organized by Shangqing Wang. Let her collect the voices of a hundred races. So... since she said so..."
The Yuren guards who were supposed to fork people out looked at each other, at a loss.
"Wait, wait!" Qin Yi shouted: "Sister, listen to me to explain!"