My Mobile Phone Connects To Another World

Qin Hao was naturally among the seventy-two lists. Whether it was intentional or a coincidence, his name appeared at the end of the list.

Xu Bingwen walked to the door of Baihua Tower and reported his family name to the armored soldier guarding the door:

"I am Xu Bingwen, son of Marquis Luan of Jingzhou, and this is Qin Hao, the successor of the Sword God. Can we go in?"

At the Hundred Flowers Banquet, absolutely no one dared to take his or her name. Something like this had happened before, and after being exposed, it was mercilessly killed by the royal family, so there was no need for any name cards at all.

The soldier at the door said respectfully:

"You two gentlemen, please come in. The Hundred Flowers Banquet will begin soon."

After they entered the Baihua Building, the crowd of people watching outside began to talk.

"It turns out that that person is the successor of the Sword God."

"Wearing black clothes and carrying a sword case, no one in the world dares to dress like this except him."

"Have you heard? The Shiliangdao once intercepted and killed the successor of the Sword God on the way. Although no one witnessed the battle between the two of them, in the end everyone found the body of the Shiliangdao and the successor of the Sword God was also missing. .”

"Twelve knives? Is he the killer swordsman ranked 33rd on the list of geniuses?"

"Who else could it be but him?"

Everyone took a breath and sighed:

"Even he died in the hands of Qin Hao. Doesn't that mean that the successor of the Sword God is qualified to be included in the list of geniuses?"

"Isn't this normal? After all, he is the descendant of the Sword God. If he has no ability, the Sword God will not let him participate in the Hundred Flowers Banquet."

"That's true."

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Entering Baihua Tower, Qin Hao found his place under the guidance of the attendant.

These seats are divided into three batches in total. The first batch is in the lobby on the first floor, with a total of thirty-six seats surrounding the huge stone ring in the center.

The second batch is on the second floor. Each seat has an independent compartment and can directly see everything in the hall. There are also thirty-six seats. These thirty-six people are the ones judged by Baihualou to have the best chance of being on the list of geniuses.

The last group is on the third floor, prepared for those who are already on the list of geniuses. Each seat has an independent room. They are the VIPs of the Hundred Flowers Banquet and the targets of all the young people who participate in the Hundred Flowers Banquet.

Qin Hao's seat is in the lobby on the first floor, and it is the row at the back.

Qin Hao didn't care at all.

Xu Bingwen was on the second floor, but he felt that the second floor was boring and refused to leave because he stayed with Qin Hao.

Qin Hao glanced around and looked up as if he felt something.

I saw a young man standing by the fence due north on the third floor, looking down at him.

Seeing Qin Hao looking over, the man nodded slightly, seeming to say hello to Qin Hao.

Qin Hao nodded in response.

The man turned around and walked into the room, and Qin Hao also withdrew his gaze.

At this glance, it seemed that they had something in their hearts. They both seemed to see their own futures, and they might be involved in unexplainable entanglements with each other.

Suddenly another gaze fell on Qin Hao, and Qin Hao raised his head again.

In the compartment on the second floor, a young man in Chinese clothes was greeting Qin Hao.

It turned out to be the young man named Mu Zihuan who killed the bloodthirsty demon together that day.

The Hundred Flowers Banquet started soon. As soon as it started, a large group of dancers walked onto the ring from all around, and musicians started playing music under the ring.

I have to say that this dance was very pleasing to the eye. Even Qin Hao, who didn't like to watch dancing, found it enjoyable to watch.

Zhuang Xun, like an old master, sat firmly on his stool, unmoved.

Ling'er watched happily and was intoxicated.

After a dance, a beautiful woman floated down on the ring.

The woman is extremely beautiful, but it can still be seen that she is not young.

The moment the woman appeared, there was an unusually uniform exclamation on the scene.

"The Qin Sheng, the Grand Master Qin Sheng is actually here."

Everyone stood up one after another, and everyone on the second floor and the third floor stood by the fence and saluted respectfully to the woman on the ring.

"I've seen Qin Sheng."

The woman nodded slightly and said softly:

"No gift."

Everyone sat down and couldn't hide the excitement in their eyes.

Only Qin Hao, Zhuang Xun and Ling'er were the calmest.

The woman on the stage looked at the crowd, her eyes somewhat pleased, her red lips parted slightly, and her voice was extremely gentle.

"Three years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the day of the Hundred Flowers Feast has arrived again. Today, the world's heroes gather here. This is a rare event. To celebrate the Hundred Flowers Feast, I would like to play a song for you and send it to you."

Qin Sheng's words were like thunder, resounding in everyone's hearts.

How could they be so virtuous that they could actually hear the Qin Sheng's playing?

You know, even today, it is extremely difficult to listen to the Qin Sheng playing. Moreover, at the Hundred Flowers Banquet in previous years, although the great master would occasionally come in person, he would leave after saying a few words of encouragement at most. Sigh, this year’s Hundred Flowers Banquet was well worth the trip.

Qin Sheng slowly stretched out his hands and assumed a playing posture. Everyone seemed to hear the sound of a guqin, and a guqin came through the air and stopped firmly under Qin Sheng's hands.

Qin Sheng sat casually on the ring, gently stroked the strings of the guqin, glanced at the people on the first floor, and then began to play.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Qin Hao felt that Qin Sheng's eyes seemed to stay on him longer than others.

The sound of the piano sounded, and soon everyone was intoxicated.

But Qin Hao was different. Judging from the expressions of the people around him, the music seemed extremely beautiful, but no matter how he listened to it, Qin Hao felt that the music of the Saint of Qin was like the sad music played by a dead person.

It made me feel extremely uncomfortable.

He looked around. Everyone's faces looked like they were enjoying themselves, including Xu Bingwen and Zhuang Xun. Only he and Ling'er were not affected.

"Ling'er, does that sound good?"

Ling'er smiled and nodded:

"Well, it sounds nice, even better than the chirping of birds in the mountains."

Seeing this, if Qin Hao still couldn't see that he was being targeted, he would be dead.

Gradually, the sound of the piano became more and more harsh in Qin Hao's ears, and it even felt like it was going to drill through his head and tear his brains apart.

Qin Hao frowned slightly, his sword intent rising.

In his consciousness, there seemed to be waves rushing towards him at this moment, and his sword intention wrapped around him, like a rock standing in the sea, always standing firm.

But this gentle Qin Sheng obviously didn't want to let Qin Hao go so easily. The sound of the piano in her hand suddenly changed, and the murderous intention suddenly increased.

Qin Hao couldn't help but groaned, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood, and large beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Ling'er noticed something was wrong with Qin Hao and asked quickly:

"Qin Hao, what's wrong with you?"

Qin Hao shook his head and said nothing.

He was resisting the tormenting music with all his strength, and couldn't talk to Ling'er at all.

Ling'er didn't know what was going on, so she could only worry.

The sword box behind Qin Hao had been forced to open, and his hand had already grasped the Yuanhong Sword, but just when he was about to pull out the sword, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped.

The power that almost tore his mind apart suddenly disappeared.

Qin Hao staggered and almost fell down.

The people around him were still intoxicated. The Qin Sheng on the stage had already stood up and was looking towards Qin Hao with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Sure enough, he is so talented that he actually understood the meaning of the sword."

Qin Sheng murmured to himself, then jumped up, took the guqin and flew directly into the sky, disappearing under the starry sky.