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Therefore, every time Yao Ling plays an extra note, Cangsong Lin will be very irritable.
He wished he could step forward and snatch the Guqin from Yao Ling's hand, and shouted: "Don't play it, I'll be ashamed if I play it again!"
And the one with the same gloomy expression as Cangsonglin is of course the Yitian Tulong combination who thought they had the chance to win.
Song Shu and Zhou Ruo gritted their teeth while looking at Yao Ling who was playing seriously on the stage with gloomy faces.
Of course they can hear the beauty of this piece of music.
But the point is, he is playing alone!
With one enemy against two, Song Shu and Zhou Ruo felt an extreme contempt again.
And just when everyone thought that this piece of music would end in the heavy rain, Yao Ling on the stage snapped his fingers and showed a solemn look on his face.
From light, close, slow, twisting, suddenly began to become heavy lifting.
Every time the strings are stirred, Yao Ling seems to use all of her strength.
And with such an effort, the sound of the piano began to change from a continuous heavy rain to another style!
"Listen! It's the wind!"
"No...it's snow...so cold..."
The sound of the piano is bitter, like the cold wind blowing across the square in the twelfth lunar month.
Many people suddenly hugged their arms tightly, only feeling a chill rising up in their hearts.
What drowsiness, tiredness, enthusiasm... all disappear under the sound of the piano!
Between the heaven and the earth, it seems that there is only the twelfth lunar month left.
Winter is coming, it's freezing cold!
This is the climax and the real core meaning of the ancient song "Winter"!
Many people had already started to chatter their teeth, looking at the solemn little girl on the field in horror.
The judges in the judges' seat couldn't sit still for a long time, and they all stood up with a look of astonishment.
"【Lejing】!"
"That's right, this must be the legendary state of playing [Lejing] that can directly affect people's mood!"
"Oh my god, this little girl is so young, she can actually play [Lejing]...I remember that she was only 50 when she was old..."
Halfway through the man's words, he didn't dare to say any more, and looked at Cang Songlin awkwardly.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 1239
Cang Songlin's face was so gloomy that it was about to drip water.
Of course he knew what the judge was trying to say.
He, Cangsong Lin, is revered as the God of Jushui Leshen, and he only touched the threshold of [Lejing] when he was 50 years old.
But the little girl in front of me who was looked down upon by Cang Songlin was able to play music at a young age. Isn't this a slap in the face of Cang Songlin?
If this matter is to be spread, how will Cangsong Lin get along in the ancient music world?
As for Song Shu and Zhou Ruo, confusion had begun to appear on their faces.
The opponent has even mastered Lejing, do the two of them really have a chance of winning?
For the first time, the two began to waver in their strength.
Needless to say, the other three contestants had already looked at Yao Ling with hellish eyes.
This feeling is like a tug-of-war in kindergarten, and an Olympic champion suddenly enters the other side.
Don't bring such bullying!
What's the comparison?
On the stage, Ye Hong looked at Yao Ling's back and twitched his mouth slightly.
Of course he knew about Lejing.
The reason why Yao Ling was allowed to play solo today was also the idea of opening Yao Ling's music scene.
Yao Ling was originally talented and intelligent, and had extraordinary potential for ancient musical instruments, especially the guqin.
Yehong couldn't bear to waste this kind of talent, and tried his best to force Yao Ling's potential out.
This song "Winter" was also made for this purpose.
The result, however, appears to be quite satisfactory.
"Ding! Create your own ancient music, music creation ability +1, music ability +1!"
"Ding! Help others to break through the happy realm, enlightenment ability +1!"
At the end of the song, the cold wind stopped.
The audience immersed in the chill shivered and woke up one after another.
With the cessation of the piano sound, the hot weather hit everyone's hearts again.
"Ah! It's so hot!"
"Why did you stop?"
The audience was dissatisfied immediately: "Keep playing!"
"Keep playing!"
"Keep playing!"
At the beginning there were only a few voices, but then the voices became more and more louder, gradually converging into a wave of sound, one wave overwhelmed the other, and finally it was as shocking as an overwhelming mountain.
Yao Ling was originally looking at Ye Hong gratefully because of the joy of breaking through the realm, but was taken aback by this sound, and couldn't help casting a look at Ye Hong for help.
"Brother Hong, what should we do?"
Ye Hong smiled sarcastically: "Don't pay attention to them, it's a great honor for them to hear a piece of Xiao Ling's song, there's no need to spoil them."
"Well, listen to Brother Hong!"
Yao Ling said happily.
She can be said to be obedient to Ye Hong now.
Not only because of the wonderful relationship between Ye Hong and the Yao family, but also because of Ye Hong helping her break through the happy world today.
She was born in a family of ancient music, of course she knows how difficult it is to be born into a happy environment.
According to records, during the thousands of years of the Yao family's history, no more than ten people were born in Lejing, which shows how difficult this matter is.
Now that Yao Ling found out that she broke through inexplicably because of a song by Ye Hong, how could she not be full of admiration?
Even the host of the contest took a long time to reflect on it.
He glanced at Duanmu Chengya on the stage, and seeing Duanmu Chengya nodding, he opened his voice and shouted with the loudest voice today: "Now—the judges' scoring session—"
The five judges looked at each other, bowed their heads and began to score the five finalists.
They all looked confused.
If there is no such thing as Lejing, they will not hesitate to give the highest score to the Yitian Tulong combination.
But now they are starting to get into trouble.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 1240
After a long, long time, a total of five judges struggled to complete the scoring.
When Cang Songlin saw the ratings of the other four, he couldn't help but froze in place.
All five of them had similar scores against the Yitian Slaying Dragon combination.
The five dimensions are all about 9-10 points.
And the single-dimensional full score is only 10 points.
In other words, "Mountains and Flowing Waters", the combination of Yitian and Dragon Slaying, almost got full marks.
If this kind of achievement is placed in the ancient music competition in previous years, he will definitely be able to win the championship.
However, another group of monsters appeared this year.
It can be seen that the other four people all gave "Winter" a score of 10!
The most frightening thing is that even Rin Cangsong subconsciously gave this work a perfect score of 10 out of [-].
In other words, since the ancient music competition has been held for so long, the first perfect score work has appeared.
It was the competition track of the combination of Ye Hong and Yao Ling - "Winter"!
If nothing else, this year's champion is without a doubt "Winter"!
"But if this is the case, she will..."
Cang Songlin gritted his teeth, and suddenly picked up the score sheet in front of him under the disbelieving eyes of the other four, and crossed off the original full score of "Winter".
After a little thought, he changed the 10 points in the [Ancient Rhyme] column to 5 points.
"Old, you..."
Duanmu Chengya and the others looked at Cang Songlin in astonishment, never expecting him to do such a shameless thing because he is a god of music.
Cang Songlin lowered his brows and said calmly: "The old man suddenly discovered that "Winter" is excellent, but it is not an ancient song after all.
According to the rules, you still can't score high. "
"But this..."
Duanmu Chengya opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say that this was too far-fetched.
But was immediately interrupted by Rin Cangsong reaching out his hand.
"Besides, there are obviously two people in this group, but only one person plays. This obviously does not conform to the competition system!"
There was a strange threat in Cang Songlin's eyes, and he looked at the four people, making the other four people tremble.
"I agree with the old man's opinion, the old man is right!"
Zhou Mulun, a professor of music at Zheshui University, was the first to stand up and said with a smile.
Then even changed the score sheet in his hand, imitating Cangsong Lin's appearance, and abruptly lowered the score of "Winter" by a few points.
After calculation, the average score of "Winter" is exactly 1 point less than that of "High Mountain and Flowing Water"!
Duanmu Chengya shook his head with a wry smile.
As the organizer of the competition, he certainly felt that this was ridiculous.
But compared to the little-known Ye Hong and Yao Ling (Ximen Jin and Yaoyao), Duanmu Chengya is more willing to please Cang Songlin, the god of Zheshui music.
So he pretended he didn't see the nonsense between the two of them.
Duanmu Chengya waved to the host and handed him the final score.
When the host looked at the name of the champion, he couldn't help being stunned, and cast a puzzled look at Duanmu Chengya.
Because he knew that this result was not normal.
Duanmu Chengya frowned, and said impatiently: "What are you still doing? Hurry up and announce!"
The host gritted his teeth, picked up the microphone helplessly, glanced at the staring audience, and announced in a trembling voice: "The champion of this year's ancient music competition is...——Song Song, the performer of "High Mountain and Flowing Water" Shu and Zhou Ruo!"
silence.
Silent.
The scene fell into a strange silence, no one spoke, and no one applauded.