Everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting is related to Liu Wuxie.

"Who will come first!"

Is it Zhou Liang first or Liu Wuxie first?

"I'll do it first!"

Zhou Liang took a step forward, took out the guqin and placed it on the table.

Beautiful notes are passed from the pleasure boat.

The qin art was actually still above Fu Hong, which made Yin Jingwu feel heartbroken.

"You don't know yet. Just last month, Junior Brother Zhou got a piano score, and his piano skills had already reached the master level."

A disciple whispered, deliberately not mentioning it just now, mainly to lure Liu Wuxie into a trap.

Murong Yi frowned even deeper, and Zhou Liang's piano skills were not inferior to him.

Liu Wuxie is in danger.

"This is the sound of the four seasons!"

Many people exclaimed.

The sound of the piano is divided into four stages. At the beginning, it falls like spring rain on everyone's hearts.

Every tone is like spring rain falling, making a tinging sound.

Then!

The tone suddenly changed, like a muffled thunder in summer. Every time the impact was shocked, everyone's hearts beat.

After a few minutes, the piano sound changed again and became softer, like the gentle autumn wind, gently caressing everyone's head.

That feeling is very comfortable, and everyone's eyes are full of golden wheat. This is the season of harvest.

The notes switched again, and a howling north wind blew around, and heavy snow fell on the goose feathers.

This is the evolution of artistic conception. This four-season piano sound is so powerful that it can interpret your own artistic conception.

Snowflakes evolved from the laws, and the sound of the piano can control the laws. Zhou Liang's piano skills have reached the level of perfection.

Many people are immersed in it and cannot extricate themselves. As the four seasons switch, their moods are constantly changing.

The spring breeze makes people warm, the summer breeze makes people anxious, the autumn breeze makes people comfortable, and the north breeze makes people cold.

Everyone keeps moving around in the four seasons, sometimes cold and sometimes hot…

After playing for about ten minutes, the sound of the four seasons slowly disappeared.

Everyone is immersed in it and is unwilling to wake up from the artistic conception.

“What a beautiful song!”

A disciple of the Qinghong Sect looked intoxicated.

"When did Zhou Liang's piano skills become so powerful?"

Several disciples from Tianluo Valley whispered.

Taking his hands off the guqin, Zhou Liang looked proud, and the compliments around him kept coming into his ears.

At this moment, the shore of Dongyue Lake was also in chaos, and was shocked by Zhou Liang's piano music.

We are rushing to find out who played this song.

"Junior Brother Zhou, you are so awesome. I will take you as my teacher in the future."

Several disciples from the Qinghong Sect came forward, hoping that Zhou Liang could guide them in their piano skills.

"There is no need to become a disciple. If you don't understand piano skills in the future, just look for me."

Zhou Liang was not so arrogant that he wanted to accept someone as his disciple. Everyone is a fellow disciple, so it would be fine to give some advice.

Yin Jingwu felt relieved, and this four-season piano sound completely established the chance of winning.

"Liu Wuxie, it's your place!"

Yin Jingwu's face was full of provocation, and he wished Liu Wuxie could lose quickly. He broke open Liu Wuxie's dantian with his own hands.

Liu Wuxie sat upright and did not move, which made many people puzzled. Could it be that as Qinghongmen said, Liu Wuxie really doesn't understand the piano skills?

The method of provoking is deliberately used, but who knows that Qinghongmen really takes the trick?

"Liu Wuxie, why are you still standing there? If you give up, you should destroy your cultivation level quickly!"

Jia Fengmao finally seized the opportunity and mocked Liu Wuxie.

"Young Master Liu, do you don't have a guqin?"

Murong Yi suddenly asked Liu Wuxie.

She was really right, Liu Wuxie didn't have a guqin.

Liu Wuxie was thinking about whom he could borrow the guqin, but it was really impossible, so he had to open his mouth to Fu Hong.

But Murong Yi saw through it.

"yes!"

Liu Wuxie smiled bitterly, he rarely wore a guqin on his body.

After being reborn, I have been busy practicing and keeping it aside for the things that cultivate sentiment.

"If Mr. Liu doesn't dislike me, I can lend you my guqin."

Murong Yi was willing to lend his guqin to Liu Wuxie for use.

This action made countless people look hatred at Liu Wuxie. It was the guqin used by the goddess in their minds, and it was actually desecrated by Liu Wuxie.

"Then I'll thank Miss Murong."

Liu Wuxie was not polite and agreed to use Murong Yi's guqin.

Murong Yi winked, and Yan Yatou quickly picked up the guqin, went down the stairs, and placed the guqin in front of Liu Wuxie.

The guqin is not big, about one meter long and half a foot wide, with a total of four strings.

A faint fragrance penetrated from the guqin. It should be that Murong Yi often played it. The guqin was stained with the fragrance on her body and smelled very comfortable.

"Liu Wuxie, if you can't play it, don't ruin Miss Murong's guqin."

Many people looked jealous, and what Liu Wuxie could do, he was favored by Murong Yi repeatedly.

"Liu Wuxie, give up. Qinyi cannot be compensated by talent. It's too late to remember to study now."

The disciples of the Qinghong Sect thought that Liu Wuxie did not understand the art of piano. Otherwise, how could he not even carry the guqin on his body?

Liu Wuxie remembers that more than a year ago, he conquered countless people with a song that was ambushed on all sides.

Today, I will play again.

"Today's scene reminds me of a song called 'Ten-sided Ambush', so I'll give it to everyone!"

This scene is so similar to the scene that day, with ambushing on all sides and surrounded by enemies.

Liu Wuxie put his hands on the piano, and as soon as he finished speaking, he calmed down everywhere.

"Clang!"

It was like a golden sword and an iron horse. When it sounded, everyone's heart suddenly twitched.

"What a strong piano sound!"

Many people feel a little nervous, just a tone, why do they feel their hearts jump out?

In an instant!

A note flew out with another note, the rhythm of the music became louder and louder, and the frequency of the heartbeat continued to accelerate, like a ball of passionate blood exploded in their hearts.

"The shrill frost wind comes to the night,"

"The stars are flying in the sky, and the moon is flying."

Liu Wuxie suddenly roared, and every word seemed to be full of magic, resounding throughout the night sky.

It was autumn now, and it was late at night again, with stars and moon flying in the sky. Corresponding to this scene, everyone unconsciously entered.

"I want to cry, I want to cry so much!"

Some people can't bear Liu Wuxie's extremely penetrating piano sound and want to cry loudly.

Who has not experienced suffering, who has not experienced ambush, who has not experienced bullying, and Liu Wuxie's piano sound interprets everything.

The sound of the piano brings them into another world, a world they have never experienced before. The sound of the piano is flying, and the heart-wrenching songs impact their hearts and shock their souls.

"The Guqin and the Golden Ge music,"

"The sound of nature is full of drum sounds."

Two more sentences appeared, and everyone's emotions changed again. They felt like they were holding a ball of fire in their hearts. If they didn't vent their catharsis, they would be burned to death.

The sound of the piano became more and more urgent, spreading throughout every corner of Dongyue Lake.
To be continued...