Chapter 638: This song should only be in heaven

Chapter 638 This Song Should Only Be In Heaven
Everyone was worried about Murong Xuefei, but she seemed to be unaffected, still immersed in her own world, carefully stroking the transparent ice string.
The movement of clouds and water is cheerful and clear, and the charm is very natural and lively. It makes people hear endlessly. Ignoring Zhou Wei and Zheng Lanxuan's tunes, I just listen to her.
Zhou Wei and Zheng Lanxuan had fallen into Murong Xuefei's half-shot, but they had the downside. At this moment, when everyone listened to her song, they became even more anxious.
The original song is not bad, but also because of the tension between the two became impetuous.
Elder Zhong and Elder Ling both shook their heads in disappointment.
At the beginning, she lost her momentum, and at this moment was dragged by her nose. I am afraid that this game cannot be won.
Because he was behind Zhou Wei, he was anxious, and soon he felt a tune, so he distanced himself from Zheng Lanxuan.
For a moment, three different tones began one after another, and everyone's heads were hurting.
The cluttered piano sounds obscured Murong Xuefei's original melody, making it impossible to hear her piano sounds.
Everyone looked at Murong Xuefei in unison, all expressing concern.
Murong Xuefei was also frowning at this moment, and the messy piano voice kept pouring into her ears, which made her almost play the wrong pitch several times.
Murong Xuefei settled down, reluctantly can only carry the wind and spirit in his body.
Suddenly, the light tune melody stood out in the messy piano sound, and the breeze breeze sent the light movement into the ears of everyone, and in the heart, they were instantly saved from the messy magic sound come out.
The crowd was once again attracted by Murong Xuefei's piano sound, and then ignored Zhou Wei and Zheng Lanxuan's piano sound.
The fluctuation of Fengling's power immediately affected Zhou Wei. His fingers trembled, and the syllable went wrong instantly.
He was immediately angry, and the syllable was wrong, which meant that he had no chance to win.
He lifted his eyes and looked at Murong Xuefei in annoyance. He also carried his own mystic power, and Xuanli quickly smashed into Murong Xuefei's spiritual protection wall with the piano sound.
Murong Xuefei's fingers were trembling, and she almost went wrong.
She quickly adjusted it, raised her eyes and looked at Zhou Wei coldly, then hugged the piano and flew to the air. The jade fingers kept flying, and a series of exciting piano sounds immediately poured down with the blue spiritual power.
The impassioned Qin Yin instantly infected the disciples, and everyone followed them up with excitement.
It seems as if he is the master of the piano, and he is very excited about the "Emei Xi Ruo Tai Shan" and "The Yang Xi Xi Ruo Jiang He" who can understand his harp in Zhongzi period.
In a short period of time, the acquaintance is hard to find, and the precious emotions that are known to each other are expressed vividly.
Murong Xuefei once again grasped the rhythm and controlled the audience.
The crowd squinted for a moment, completely immersed in the exciting music.
Leng Yihan looked at the people in the air as if they had gone away at any time, and he was inexplicably disturbed.
He was proud and proud of her at this moment, but could he bear the blow of losing her?
No, he couldn't, he couldn't imagine her not around him, what would he do?
As long as she thought that she would leave herself one day, the fear that spread from the bottom of his heart made him pierce like an ice cellar.
Murong Xuefei didn't know the cold and cold thoughts, the high mountain part was over, and now it was the water part.
The original lightness and excitement have turned into sorrow.
The disciples at the bottom seemed to feel at the moment that after Zhong Ziqi died, Bo Ya pain lost his acquaintance, broke the strings, and never played for life.
Seeing Murong Xuefei getting better, the more he played, the better Zhou Wei became more anxious. Regardless of how many mistakes he made, he only played fate with mysterious power and wanted to interfere with Murong Xuefei.
Zheng Lanxuan over there was frequently disturbed by Zhou Wei and Murong Xuefei. In the end, she fortunately broke the jar and broke down, and did not pay attention to playing. Then she carried the mysterious power and concentrated on the two.
The clumsy sound of the piano was worthy of ears, and the melody of sadness and sorrow followed, and the crowd couldn't care less about the cluttered music, and was instantly intoxicated.
Murong Xuefei didn't look at Zhou Wei and Zheng Lanxuan, held Fei Xuebing Yuqin horizontally, and sat down in the air with her fingers flying together, the ice strings trembling, interpreting the final impression of Bo Ya.
The sad piano sound turned into discrete helplessness, and finally it was calm.
At the end of the song, everyone was unaware that they were still immersed in the sad and helpless tune, and even the noise of Zhou Wei and Zheng Lanxuan failed to affect them.
For a long time, all the talents were as if they were awake, and thunderous applause came out like a tide, which is the greatest affirmation of Murong Xuefei.
The thunderous applause covered Zhou Qin and Zheng Lanxuan's piano, and both of them lowered their heads helplessly.
No matter how they interfere, people are serious and have played the song "Mountain Flowing Water" without any errors. They have to admit that she is much better than them in both piano skills and cultivation.
Elder Zhong and Elder Ling on the high platform were also convinced and sorrowed: "It's really like hearing the fairy music, and indeed the fairy land is a wonderful person."
Bu Yangzi, Elder Tu, and others all wore beards with smiles.
Yan Junxian is even more proud. She has always known that she is outstanding. Whether it is piano skills or cultivation, it is worth her pride.
The cold and easy cold below was also proud, feeling the admiration in his surroundings, he couldn't help but burst into sourness.
If he could, he really wanted to step forward and take her away so that no one could see her beauty and talent.
Murong Xuefei took a look at the cold and cold, and slowly drifted from the air.
At this point Zhou Wei and Zheng Lanxuan also finished playing, to be precise, they couldn't play, they had to get up.
The three bowed together at the elders on the platform.
Elder Yuan looked at Elder Zhong, Elder Ling and Mo Beichen with a smile. "The disciples have finished playing. Now please ask the three judges to make a decision."
Elder Zhong and Elder Ling glanced at each other and held up a sign with the word "Fengshen" engraved in front of them.
Seeing that the two had made a decision, they all looked at Mo Beichen.
Although the two referees made the same decision, the winner can already be decided, but everyone couldn't help but want to know his thoughts.
Baijue also looked up at Mo Beichen, the light of Yaoye's eyes flowed, and it was vaguely warning.
Glancing at the warning little beaver, Mo Beichen couldn't help but raise his lips, and slowly raised the wooden sign in front of him.
Seeing that he was holding the brand of Fengshen, the was relieved.
Elder Yuan also smiled eagerly: "After the unanimous decision of the three referees, the winner of this game is Murong Xuefei of Fengshen College."
Zhou Wei and Zheng Lanxuan were disappointed, but they looked at Murong Xuefei with admiration.
No one favored her, she really deserved it.
Murong Xuefei bowed again before walking back to Baitan's team.
Beaver looked at Murong Xuefei with a smile, and slowly reached out his hand.
Murong Xuefei also laughed, reaching out and clapping with the beaver.
Nangong Sakura and Bai Ruyue both learned to look like beavers, and congratulated Murong Xuefei one by one.
Bai Ruyue clutched Murong Xuefei, with an excited expression, "Princess, you played so well, I almost didn't wake up."
Murong Xuefei gave her a funny look and said, "I'm asleep, don't wake up."
She doesn't know her yet. Where is she like a rabbit?
"Hahaha ..."
Baitan and Nangong Sakura heard the words and immediately smiled politely.
Bai Ruyue's face turned red, and she reluctantly poked.
Where did she fall asleep, at best she didn't understand, but seeing everyone else intoxicated, she knew that the princess must be playing well.
"The second game is like drawing," said Elder Yuan on the platform.
"Ah, it's my turn so soon." Bai Ruyue lamented instantly, very nervous: "I thought I was the last one."
Beaver looked at Elder Yuan in surprise.
She thought that the second one would be her appearance, after all, it was piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.
As if feeling something, Elder Yuan rolled his eyes and gave Baitan a slightly restless look.
Elder Tu agreed with Elder Yuan.
Yes, Bai Girl is the treasure of their college. How can they play so easily? The master must be left to the end.
Helpless, Bai Tan turned and looked at Bai Ruyue, "Don't be afraid, be confident in yourself."
"I ..." Bai Ruyue grasped the sleeve nervously, a heart pounding.
The smiled and patted Bai Ruyue's shoulder, soothing, "It's normal to play, Nangong Huang will watch you play from below."
Bai Ruyue turned her eyes and saw Nangong Huang really looked at her underneath.
Looking at his gentle and encouraging eyes, Bai Ruyue's throbbing heart instantly seemed to be smoothed by something, slowly calming down.
Bai Ruyue nodded to the beavers, "I will work hard."
Bai Ruyue turned and walked firmly to the center of the stage.
At the same time, there was a disciple from Yun Yi who came to the middle of the stage and was a handsome young man named Jiang Tao.
On the other hand, Wuying is still a woman named Yao Waner. She is not very beautiful, but she is better than Qingxiu, giving a very clean feeling.
Immediately after the trio came on, a disciple gave the table and scrolls.
The three of them picked a scroll and held it in their hands.
Elder Yuan glanced at the three of them: "The rules for painting are also very simple. Each person can paint one picture, there is no subject matter restriction, and he can play freely."
Bai Ruyue raised her eyebrows in surprise, "There is no subject matter restriction, and the rules are really simple."
Before Bai Ruyue was happy for a while, Elder Yuan's request came.
"The rules are simple, but there is only one requirement. You cannot paint on your own scroll."