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Chapter 1241 That's all, the shame of ancient music
The three young masters of Linzhou who heard the result were all dumbfounded.
"Oops, Master Ximen didn't win the championship, your family is in danger!"
Lei Peng and Qin Shou faced Duanmu Equator in horror.
Duanmuchi was already frightened, he hurriedly ran to the stage.
Song Shu and Zhou Ruo, who were announced as champions, also looked embarrassed.
Just because they didn't feel the treatment of champions at all, everyone's eyes were full of doubts.
"Clap-pop-pop-"
Suddenly, there was a clear applause from the judges' seat.
Everyone looked up and found that it was Cang Songlin, the god of water music.
While applauding, he smiled and said to everyone: "Everyone hurry up and congratulate our champion!"
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and then there was sparse applause.
After all, everyone knows Cang Songlin's status, and seeing Cang Songlin's attitude, they have vaguely guessed the truth of the matter.
That being the case, there is no need to offend Cangsong Rin.
But many more remained silent.
This silence is a silent protest against this result.
It is in respect of the song "Winter".
Cang Songlin patted for a while, but found that there were still very few people applauding, and his face darkened involuntarily.
But what annoyed him even more was a laughing voice that suddenly sounded from the square: "Hahaha, the ancient music competition is nothing more than that.
The god of folding water music, the shame of ancient music. "
The laughter was unscrupulous, but loud enough to spread throughout the square.
The degree of its boldness is actually directed at the ancient music contest and Rin Cangsong himself.
It can be said that he offended Duanmu Chengya and Cang Songlin at the same time.
As expected, Duanmu Chengya's complexion suddenly became gloomy when he heard these words.
Everyone's face changed drastically, and they all searched for who would dare to be so desperate.
When everyone searched for the source of the sound, they found a young man on the field with a sarcastic smile, looking up at Cangsong Lin with an ugly face without fear.
Although he was in the audience and Cang Songlin was on the stage, for some reason, everyone had the impression that a young man was looking down on Cang Songlin.
This has nothing to do with the positions of the two, but comes from the unique noble temperament exuded from the young man.
Everyone didn't even need to think about it, they immediately knew that only people like this dared to say what they just said.
And this person is of course Yehong.
When he heard the host announce the result, he knew that there was something tricky in the jury.
He doesn't know the level of "Winter"?
That is the existence of the combination of hanging and beating Yitian and slaying dragons.
So Ye Hong began to silently observe the people in the jury.
When Cang Songlin opened his mouth, Ye Hong immediately identified the old man behind the scene, so he taunted him mercilessly.
"Presumptuous! The ancient music competition has been held for so many years, and it has always been fair. How can you allow a junior like you to speak freely here!"
Duanmu Chengya also stood up, pointed at Ye Hong and said angrily.
At the same time, under his gaze, guards from a famous mansion also quietly approached Ye Hong.
"Junior, do you know what will happen if you insult the old man?"
Cangsong asked with a smile on his face.
Facing the stares of the two people with the highest status present, Ye Hong folded his arms and said indifferently: "If you make a mistake, you have to accept doubts, instead of forcing others to submit with status like you, it will only increase laughing stock.
If you don’t believe me, ask the people present, are you convinced by this result? "
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Chapter 1242 You are not as good as me!
After listening to Ye Hong's words, everyone present remained silent, as if silently supporting Ye Hong.
Sensing the weird atmosphere at the scene, Duanmu Chengya and Cang Songlin were startled.
They suddenly realized that they had underestimated Ye Hong's ability to mobilize emotions.
After what he said, the people present obviously had some other opinions.
And this kind of distrust of the judges' seat is a trivial matter at a small scale, but it may affect the future ancient music competitions at a large scale.
If word of the unfair judgment spreads, it will greatly affect the reputation of the ancient music competition in the ancient music world.
It was a big blow to the reputation of Duanmu Chengya and several judges.
Therefore, it can be clearly seen that the expressions of the two judges who scored normally changed, and they quietly distanced themselves from the other three, as if they were drawing a clear line.
The change in the judges' seat even made the audience below fantasize about it.
Cang Songlin knew that he couldn't go on like this, so he quickly put on a majestic expression, glared at Ye Hong condescendingly and said, "Junior, tell me what you are not convinced, and I will convince you!"
Ye Hong was not afraid, and asked word by word: "Why can't "Winter" win the championship?"
These words are upright and upright, giving people a sense of righteousness and awe.
There was an instant shock in everyone's hearts, and a resonance resounded.
One person couldn't bear it, and immediately followed Ye Hong and shouted: "Excuse me, why can't "Winter" win the championship?"
If there is one, there are two, and people one after another shouted this sentence: "Why can't "Winter" win the championship?"
"Why?!"
A chorus of roars cleared the sky and resounded through the heavens and the earth.
This sudden burst of momentum made Cang Songlin on the stage unsteady and almost fell backwards.
He hurriedly stabilized his figure, his face twitched slightly, and said in a deep voice: "It's very simple, because "Winter" has insufficient ancient rhyme, it is difficult to be rated as the winning song."
After hearing Cang Songlin's explanation, Ye Hong immediately sneered and said, "Ancient rhyme? Are you worthy of talking about ancient rhyme?"
He pointed to Yao Ling who looked confused behind him, and said loudly: "Miss Yao Yao is from an ancient clan, and her fingerings are all in line with ancient rhythms. How dare you say that the music she plays has no ancient rhymes?"
Cang Songlin's mouth was dry for a while, and he said sternly: "Even if she is from an ancient clan, it doesn't mean that the song itself is an ancient song, right?"
Cang Songlin smiled coldly: "If I remember correctly, you created this song yourself?
Could it be that you want to say that you have traveled from ancient times?
Ridiculous! "
Ye Hong laughed back angrily: "Who said modern people can't compose ancient songs?
I read ancient books, learn ancient sounds, and know ancient rituals...
As long as the state of mind remains simple, why not become old?
But I think that a superficial person like you can't understand my realm.
Of course, I can't understand the ancient meaning in "Winter". "
Ye Hong's undisguised contempt made the proud Cang Song Lin burst into anger.
He jumped up against the table and roared angrily: "How dare you say that the old man doesn't understand ancient rhymes, and you were not even born when the old man was in the world of ancient music!"
"While there is a sequence of hearing, there are also specializations in art.
Even if you live a long time, Gu Le's strength is far inferior to mine!
So you are not qualified to comment on this game! "
Ye Hong raised his head and looked directly at Cang Songlin, his eyes were shining brightly, and his tone refused to budge.
All the people present were stunned.
They discovered that Yehong was not just crazy, but crazy to the end of the universe, crazy to the extreme!
May I ask who in the room dares to despise Cangsong Lin, the God of Zheshui music like this?
Only Ye Hong dared to do this!
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Chapter 1243 To deal with him, this violin is enough
Cang Songlin was trembling with anger, and kept cursing: "Sharp teeth, sharp mouth, shameless little thief!"
But Duanmu Chengya, who had been watching for a long time, had a bright eye, and suddenly grabbed Ye Hong's last words, and shouted in a deep voice: "My little friend, since you think that old people are not as powerful as you.
So... how about a fair fight between the two of you? "
Hearing Duanmu Chengya's words, Cang Songlin couldn't help being shocked, and secretly gave Duanmu Chengya a thumbs up.
Then he looked down at Ye Hong, and said with a sneer, "Junior, do you dare?"
Everyone thought that Ye Hong would show timidity, but Ye Hong was full of confidence and said calmly, "Why don't you dare?"
The corner of Cang Songlin's mouth twitched into a sneer, and he said sarcastically, "You dare to provoke this old man, you are doomed!"
He said to Duanmu Chengya who was at the side: "Patriarch Duanmu, please borrow the old man's piano."
Duanmu Chengya nodded and said: "That's needless to say? Come! Bring the best guqin in the mansion for the old man!"
He turned his head to Ye Hong again, and said with a half smile but not a smile: "Little friend, for the sake of fairness, let me ask someone to prepare an equally good guqin for you, too?"
But to everyone's surprise, Ye Hong directly took off the Guqin from the street stall on his back.
He clapped his hands on the qin, and said with a faint smile, "To deal with him? This qin is enough."
Everyone was stunned for a while, and was speechless by Ye Hong's arrogance.
None of the people present were fools, and it was obvious that Ye Hong was holding a bad piano.
And Ye Hong actually wants to use this rotten piano to challenge the best guqin in Duanmu Mansion. Is this arrogant or stupid?
Some people who had maintained confidence in Ye Hong gradually began to have doubts.
"Crazy talk."
Cang Songlin shook his head and sneered: "Today, the old man will let you, an insolent junior, see what is the God of Zheshui Leshen!"
Soon, the guqin that Duanmu Chengya asked to fetch was sent to Cang Songlin.
And Ye Hong also leisurely hugged the street stall Guqin, and sat in the center of the field with a light smile.
A great battle is imminent.
While the two were tuning the strings, there were also heated discussions on and off the court.
"Who do you think will win?"
"It's four or six, I feel that Master Cangsonglin is still slightly better, after all, the experience is there."
"I think it's three to seven. That guy named Ximen Jin is obviously bluffing."
"I think Yexuan, after all, he didn't even dare to play before, and his strength must be far inferior to that little girl."
"Hey, he's uttered all his big words, it's hard to get off a tiger."