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Not just Ms. Qin Qing, even Mo Wuyan and the others next to her stopped their movements and their eyes fell on Zhuge Xiang. Belittling Miss Qinqing's piano skills is really unacceptable, but they also want to hear why Zhuge Xiang thinks that Miss Qinqing's piano music is so beautiful, but says it is not beautiful.

"Although I don't understand music, I especially remember that when I was young, others told me that music is a way of expressing one's feelings and expressing one's inner feelings. Only music played with true feelings can truly touch people's hearts. Xinshen, I listen to your piano sound, although it sounds good, but there is no emotion, it looks pale, it's just a melodious sound."

"Emotional infusion? The music that touches the heartstrings is the best?" Mo Wuyan and the inner disciples looked at each other.

They don't understand music, they just think that Miss Qinqing's piano sounds are beautiful and pleasant to listen to. Zhuge Xiang belittled Miss Qinqing's piano skills. They also thought that Zhuge Xiang was talking nonsense, but now, they seem He was also taken aback by Zhuge Xiang's words, Zhuge Xiang's words may not be unreasonable.

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If Zhuge Xiang's words were just to make Mo Wuyan and others think his words were bluffing, then to Qin Qing, they were no less than a bolt from the blue, making her stunned.

The Hundred Flowers Palace is a cultivation sect affiliated to the Yin-Yang Demon Palace. The disciples in the school are all women, and they are proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. genius disciple. How to show your face. Selling jokes here?

When I left Baihua Palace. Qin Qing still refused to accept it, and even questioned on the spot why her qin art was among the best, but why many people who were not as good as her were able to stay and cultivate, but she had to leave Baihua Palace.

Back then, the elders of Baihua Palace gave Qin Qing a very plain answer, which is still fresh in her memory. vividly.

The qin art is extraordinary, but it is pale and powerless, without the slightest emotion. This is the answer given to herself by the elders in the day school. In the past few years, Qin Qing can't understand why the qin art and a person's feelings can also be combined. I am even more unconvinced when I have a relationship, so that those disciples whose piano skills are not as good as my own can stay, but. Today's Zhuge Xiang, he criticizes himself. But it is exactly the same as the elders in the sect that day, isn't it? Is it really my fault these years? In the sound of the piano, can you really pour your emotions into it?

With a pair of beautiful eyes, staring at Zhuge Xiang closely, Qin Qing's voice even became a lot more hasty, grabbed Zhuge Xiang, and asked anxiously: "How can I pour my feelings into the sound of the piano? Master Zhuge, can you Know? I hope you can tell me, I will be grateful for the rest of my life."

"I've said it a long time ago. Regarding music, I've learned nine out of ten senses, and I don't know anything about it." Shaking his head, Zhuge Xiang replied, then paused slightly, and continued: "However, as far as I know, I want to To become a true master of music and play soul-stirring tunes, one must have extraordinary experience. For example, a sad song can make the listener cry, and the player should have experienced the pain in the world and want to play a cheerful tune. , the player himself should also be in a happy mood, these are all related to life experience... ".

"Miss Qin Qing, do you feel happy in your heart when you play the cheerful music? I seem to only hear the paleness and emptiness in it, as well as some faint but overwhelming resentment." Finally, Zhuge Xiang shook his head, his voice became softer and softer, and finally with a bang, he hit his head on the table and passed out drunk.

Qin Qing's whole graceful and soft body froze, looking at Zhuge Xiang who was lying on the table, sleeping soundly, and fainted the most, Qin Qing didn't say a word, but every word of Zhuge Xiang Every single word, however, is like a sharp arrow, piercing through the pride in Qin Qing's heart, and completely shattering the sense of honor she has gained from endless praises over the years, Zhuge Xiang Every word, every word, was deep in her heart, turning up a stormy sea.

Seeing that Zhuge Xiang was really drunk and passed out, Mo Wuyan and the others shook their heads secretly. Although his cultivation base is good, his talent is even more extraordinary, but after all, he is a newcomer who has just walked out of Shura headquarters, but he is only sixteen years old. Boy, the drinking power is completely inferior to grown men like myself.

"Miss Qinqing, today Junior Brother Zhuge made a slip of the tongue at the end. If there is something offending you, please don't take it to heart." Seeing Zhuge Xiang passed out from drunk, Mo Wuyan stepped forward, and with other inner disciples, left and right, Zhuge Xiang was helped up respectively, ready to get up and leave.

"Mr. Mo, you are being polite. Mr. Zhuge's words gave me a sense of awakening, like a drum at dusk and a bell at dawn. I should thank you." Mo Wuyan's words brought Qin Qing back to his senses, shaking his head and said with a smile on his face. I can no longer see the slightest look of anger.

While speaking, Qin Qing's eyes fell on Zhuge Xiang, and he passed out from drunk. He didn't know about personnel affairs, hesitated for a moment, and suddenly said: "It's getting late, I think Mr. Zhuge is already unconscious, it's better to let him be in Huaman. Can you live downstairs? It won't be too late to leave tomorrow after he sobers up."

"Ah!?" Qin Qing's words made Mo Wuyan's eyes widen.

Miss Qinqing is famous far and wide in Yanling County. Thousands of young talents want to kiss her, but she is notoriously icy, and it is difficult for anyone to take advantage of it. But today, in the middle of the night, She actually opened her mouth to take the initiative to let a man stay.

Looking at Zhuge Xiang who was so drunk that he was unconscious, all the inner disciples, including Mo Wuyan, felt infinite envy in their hearts. You should pretend to be drunk.

"Oh, why is the world spinning?" At this moment, an inner disciple next to him suddenly said, when everyone's attention was attracted by him, this disciple also fell on the table, whispering He murmured: "No, this wine has too much stamina, I'm completely drunk."

"Okay, it's getting late, and this young master is also drunk. You should take him back to sober up quickly." Just looking at this man, Qin Qing took the drunk from Mo Wuyan and others. Zhuge Xiang, who was in a puddle of mud, took it over, held it in his arms, and said.

Seeing Zhuge Xiang being hugged by Qin Qing, his cheeks pressed against the majestic bank of the opponent's chest, making an astonishing arc, Mo Wuyan and the others swallowed secretly, and then kicked the girl next to him angrily. The drunken disciple said, "Okay, don't pretend to be dead, get up quickly, or we will throw you to a mass grave."

"Ah, you are too cruel?", the inner disciple who was still drunk and lying on the table suddenly raised his head when he heard Mo Wuyan's words, how could he see the slightest hint of drunkenness? Then he smiled awkwardly, bid farewell to Qin Qing, and left Huamanlou with Mo Wuyan and others. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, novels are better and updated faster!