Sword Master Ling Tian

She forced herself to grab the poem written by Ling Tian before Yu Xuanji, but after all, this was Yu Xuanji's place, so she couldn't get ahead.

"Well, thank you for waiting here, I'm going down."

Yu Xuanji smiled, and beautifully flew down from the Jin Pavilion, and the goose-yellow clothes flew up like a fairy under the moon.

Sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform, taking the guqin sent by the maid, Yu Xuanji endured the excitement and yearning in her heart, turned her eyes away from the poems sent by Yun Yang, and randomly found a few that were still eye-catching. , Groaning softly while playing.

Poetry, calligraphy and painting, music, singing and dancing, there is no shortage of people who have moved the world.

But no matter who it is, there is no way to fully explain what conditions must be met to move the world.

But in terms of Yu Xuanji's experience, in terms of music alone, it must be skilled, and then the content must be succinct, and finally it must be moving.

Only when all the above conditions are met, it is possible to link the world and bring down the vision.

Therefore, these words, Yu Xuanji himself has not been touched, so it will never resonate with the world.

After a few words passed, there was no response above the rivers of heaven and earth.

Everyone held their breath and listened to Yu Xuanji's singing.

The martial artist who was lucky enough to be selected by Yuxuanji immediately was so excited that he was going crazy, but after finally finding that there was no reaction from the world, he was downcast and overshadowed.

"Qingyunmen, Ye Fan, chant under the moon."

Suddenly, Yu Xuanji changed the next word and read the source.

Although the others hadn't responded yet, there was a loud noise on the Qingyunmen painting boat.

"Ye Fan! It's Senior Brother Ye Fan, and Senior Brother Ye Fan's writing was selected by Chief Jade!"

A group of disciples almost danced, and Qingyunmen was finally selected by Chief Jade, although it was not the big brother Yang Lin, whom everyone expected.

"Huh, Ye Fan, your kid is right with me everywhere!" In the attic where the boat was painted, Yang Lin clenched his fist fiercely, "During the martial arts conference, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The Qingtianzong disciples naturally heard what Yu Xuanji said in her mouth.

However, Yue Qingcang's poetry was not selected for a long time.

The disciple of Qingtianzong was also miserable for a while.

But soon, Ye Fan's words were only halfway through, and because there was no vision, he was replaced by Yu Xuanji.

And the next one was exactly the one written by Yue Qingcang.

"Hahaha, what about the selection? Isn't it useless! Qingyunmen, want to become famous overnight? It's a big laugh!"

The situation reversed, and in an instant, the Qingyunmen disciples seemed to have fallen from heaven to hell, and withdrew back into the attic with a dusty face.

Ye Fan stood at the bow, shook his head, unmoved.

Yue Qingcang sat on the big chair, clenched his fists, feeling the surroundings, longing for the vision to arouse.

Previously selected by Yuxuanji, almost all talented disciples of all sects and prominent families, and few with low life backgrounds. The most important thing is that his words were selected before Yunyang, so if he succeeds in connecting the world this time, then Yunyang will be suppressed in one fell swoop.

In this way, the power of the sect represented by the Great Heaven Sect is bound to double its morale.

Thinking of this, Yue Qingcang couldn't bear to look, slowly closed his eyes, and prayed silently in his heart.

…See ◇ Chapter 9a Edition_上3s

But a little bit of time passed, but there was no wind on the surface of the river.

Only Yu Xuanji's faint piano and singing echoed.

Half of the first sentence passed, and it was no different from Ye Fan before. Without success, it was directly replaced by Yu Xuanji.

It seems that it is almost the end, Yu Xuanji sorted out her mood, looked at the word that she had noticed in her heart, and only glanced at it, her mind was touched.

"Yun Hou Mansion, Yun Yang Zuo, Yin Xia Yue."

"Recalling the osmanthus clusters on the moon evening, the flowers are in the cup, and the moon is in the cup. Tonight is the same person upstairs, with clouds wet and rain wet screens..."

The meaning of the word is tactful and the artistic conception is far away.

Just being chanted by Yuxuanji, coupled with the beautiful and beautiful sound of the piano, it makes everyone feel like they are on the scene!

Ling Tian stood on the boat with his hands shouldered, and Jun Yi's eyebrows were slightly frowned.

He is extremely sensitive to music, and he clearly felt that this Yu Xuanji hadn't played the music seriously before, so why did he move the world?

But now when I arrived at Yunyang, I suddenly felt affectionate for the money, which was clearly intentional.

In this way, he wanted to use that earth-shattering word as a face slap, wouldn't it be impossible?

Qin Shaoyang squinted towards Ling Tian, ​​and sighed involuntarily. Understand this time, it is really hard to escape the ridicule of those in Yunhou Mansion.

Sure enough, the situation that everyone didn't want to see still happened. Yu Xuanji just read a few sentences. Above the river surface, the wind wave abruptly, and pieces of withered leaves were rolled up to the sky, and then rustled down, as if Rain falls.

Wanye enters the heart of the river!

The vision really reappeared!

For a moment, there was a sigh of sigh on the river, as if the collective lost in love.

Yun Yang is in the midst of the sky, almost no one in the younger generation can match, but even the poems that are talented and comprehensible for the exams will be suppressed by him. How can people live?

It was like an insurmountable mountain, in front of me, I could only look at it, but I could only sigh.

"The first son of Yun Yang is really too strong. In this martial arts conference, it seems that he will definitely be able to win a dazzling place on the aspirational list."

"Oh, that's natural. After I heard that the son was out of the customs, he went to the last aspiring leader Dugu Wentian to learn from each other. The two have fought a hundred tricks, and the son of Yunyang was lost to the defeat!"

"Can you support a hundred moves in the hands of Dugu Wentian? This is too strong!"

Dugu Wentian was the chief disciple of the previous generation of the Great Sky School, and he was also the top of the martial arts conference.

This can prove that Yun Yang has indeed reached the pinnacle.

For a time, everyone seemed to lose their spirits.

Bian Yujing lazily leaned on the railing, looked at the mourning sons, smiled bitterly and shook her head, and then looked into the distance. The frowning appearance of the man made her feel a little distressed. For a while, Bian Yujing was a little drunk, leaning on Yurun. His chin stared at Ling Tian intently.

Suddenly, she thought of something, raised her eyes and looked into the air, and found the inconspicuous piece of paper. Taking advantage of Yu Xuanji's immersion in the sound of the piano, she reached out and took the paper in her hand.

"Mingyue...when will the Mingyue be there, ask the wine..."

Bian Yujing just glanced at it and was instantly silly.

In this world, there can be such a wonderful composition that makes her immersed in it, unable to extricate herself!