Chapter 147 Spring and White Snow
With the sound of the flute, everything knows spring, the breeze is calm, awe-inspiring and clean, and the snow and bamboo are dazzling.
Huo Qianqing also praised: "This boy has mastered all the sixteen tastes. Except for that girl Nishang, no one in the younger generation can compare with him."
Before he finished speaking, A violent flute sound seemed to come from outside the sky. The sun melted all things and turned into white snow. Under the scorching sun, all the delicate and elegant meanings disappeared without a trace.
"This, this, this!" The old man, who had been shaking his head and intoxicated with the sound of the flute, suddenly woke up, blew his beard, stared, and said tremblingly: "It's an insult to politeness, it's an insult to politeness!"
But every tune of the flute was on the music score. The elegant and unrestrained sound of the flute was like thousands of troops on an iron-blooded battlefield.
A feeling of heroism and passion rushed to his face, as if what he was holding was not a flute but a military drum!
The song passes through the beginning and reaches the beginning.
The melody at this moment is also more upbeat, and the mood is more enthusiastic.
The sound of Ji Yi's flute also became bold and bold, just like "big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate", sparkling and full of vitality.
But compared with Wang Heng, he was completely at a disadvantage.
When you reach this point, the magnificence of the flute sound is revealed!
Everyone traveled through time from that song, returned to the past, peeled away the dust of history, and came to the most prosperous era of the human race... to the era of rebellion against man and nature.
Yangchun turned into battleships as big as galaxies. Countless human warriors stood on them. The mountains roared and the tsunami roared, and they drew their swords towards the sky.
The white snow turned into the biting cold wind. In the ice and snow that froze the heart, a war cry aroused the blood in the heart and moved forward indomitably.
Tang Yuan asked with a strange look: "Is this still the spring snow? This song really brings back a lot of memories for a certain family."
Yan Cai suddenly thought that the person in front of him had experienced that unprecedented battle. The person hurriedly apologized: "Then I ask them to stop?"
Tang Yuan smiled and waved his hand, "Those are all things left over from my predecessor and have nothing to do with me. Now I can enjoy the fun with peace of mind. Okay!”
After playing the song, Ji Yi’s face turned horribly pale.
This situation is a bit ridiculous. As a descendant of the Yellow Emperor and a direct bloodline, he was so frightened by that glory that he lost his position and looked unstable.
Seeing that Ji Yi's expression was wrong, the old man at the head quickly argued: "This is not the artistic conception of Yangchun Baixue. This person does not respect the music score and should be deprived of his qualifications directly."
The cultivators from aristocratic families , also expressed their agreement one after another, how could a guy with muddy legs surpass Ji Yi, who was beyond their reach!
Seeing Tang Yuan's frown, Huo Qianqian quickly sent a message to the elder of Miaoyin Pavilion among the ten judges.
The old man was about to criticize Wang Heng, but suddenly his heart almost stopped when he heard her rumors.
Scanning his surroundings faintly, the old man saw a few people with extraordinary looks, but he had never paid attention to them before.
Especially the moment he saw Yan Cai, his body shook involuntarily.
After secretly taking a few deep breaths, he spoke: "This first level only stipulates who can insist on talking about more top ten famous songs, it has nothing to do with the artistic conception. Let's start playing the next song. Let’s go!”
Hearing this, not only the cultivators of the family, but also Fang Yuan looked at him in surprise.
The outcome of this meeting at Manyin Pavilion has actually been decided in advance.
The accompaniment that Fang Nishang personally selected was the distinguished legitimate son of the Ji family.
Today was just a trap set up to let him show off his talents, and Ji Yi's own legal background was enough to overwhelm everyone of his generation.
But no one expected that an unreasonable guy like Wang Heng would suddenly appear.
What is even more unexpected is that this elder sent by the family to help him suddenly deviates from his original position.
Fang Hui looked at Ji Yi in confusion, revealing that he knew nothing about the matter.
Ji Yi returned a look of no problem.
At the beginning, his rhythm was interrupted by Wang Heng's unconventional play. Especially the artistic conception of the other party's flute made him even more confused.
After regaining his mood at this moment, Ji Yi is confident that with his knowledge of law, he has nothing to fear from anyone!
He picked up the biqiao with a firm look and played the next famous song.
……
I don’t know how much time passed.
The cultivators looked at the two people with nothing but shock and admiration in their eyes.
Two monks who were not good at practicing the art actually played the top ten famous songs from beginning to end, accomplishing many things that Jindan masters could not do.
Although both physical strength and mana have been exhausted at this time. Even the last few songs were only made possible by sheer tenacity.
Such a great performance completely conquered most of the people present. Even those children of the aristocratic family who still have family views in their hearts can't say enough about their admiration for Wang Heng at this moment.
Many people even secretly regretted why Wang Heng was not from a wealthy family.
His background is so mediocre, yet he has such achievements in law.
If one had a higher birthplace, the one who would be defeated today would be the noble Ji family’s children.
Wang Heng used his perfect performance to even slightly change the minds of these aristocratic families!
After receiving the message from Yan Cai, the elder of Miaoyin Pavilion quickly took out the elixir for replenishing Qi and restoring vitality and handed it to the two of them.
Ji Yi naturally waved his hand and refused. As a son of the Five Emperors family, his family wealth was much richer than that of this ordinary Jindan elder.
A crystal-clear elixir appeared in his palm, exuding an extremely alluring elixir fragrance.
Yan Cai smiled and said: "As expected of a big family, no wonder he looks down on the elixirs from my Miaoyin Pavilion. The elixirs he took out casually made even me a little jealous."
That was clearly a spiritual elixir that had entered the first cycle. This elixir alone would be close to three thousand faith talismans.
Elixirs are divided into nine turns. Except for Taiqing Tianzun, who is the best at alchemy, he has refined the nine turns of elixirs. Even the other two have never been refined.
After nine turns of the golden elixir, he has attained the Taoist status!
A pill is a great Luo!
The gap between Tao Zun can also be glimpsed from here.
The Third to Sixth Transformation elixir can still have an effect on the True Immortal of the Yuanshen.
As for the elixir for the next three turns, it seems very low, but for ordinary monks it is already an elusive existence.
The elixirs of grass and trees, elixirs of metal and stone, and elixirs of vitality that most monks have taken throughout their lives are far worse than one revolution.
After taking this elixir, Ji Yi's magic power recovered in just a few breaths.
He took out another pill of the same kind, handed it to Wang Heng, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "You are very good. I haven't encountered such a strong opponent in a long time."
Wang Heng smiled and shook his head, "You can eat people with short mouths. How can I compete with you again after taking your pills? These are completely enough."
Said, He reached out and took the pill from the elder of Miaoyin Pavilion.
This elixir is a quality product for replenishing qi, and it is rare for ordinary monks to find it.
But the gap between the first-turn elixir and the elixir was as vast as the sky. Wang Heng spent nearly half a quarter of an hour refining it before barely recovering 50% of his mana.
He stood up slowly and said softly: "I'm ready, let's start the next competition!"
(End of this chapter)