The emperor gave too much, the system is not satisfied and has turned black

[God of Music, the host can play any musical instrument in all the worlds from ancient times to the present, and he can play it at a super-super-first-class level. When playing, he also brings the charm of the music. ]

[God of Song, the host's singing level is super-super-first-class, and his singing voice has the temperament of the music, with extremely powerful rendering and appeal. ]

"So amazing?"

Listening to the introduction of the system, Li Congxin couldn't help but be curious.

What exactly is super-super-first-class?

Can playing the piano make the Hatchies sit down and listen quietly? Can singing make the princess in the KTV cry?

Buzz~!

As he waved his sleeves, a musical instrument appeared in the pavilion.

"What is this?"

Chu Feige and Yi Susu on the side showed confusion in their eyes.

Obviously they had never seen it.

Li Congxin only smiled slightly, and did not answer, but sat in front of the instrument, with ten slender fingers placed on a row of long white piano keys.

This is a musical instrument that the system immediately drew out in a lottery according to his thoughts, which only existed in his original world, the piano.

Although he has become a god, it is only the first time after all. Li Congxin took a deep breath first.

His fingers began to move on the piano keys, but this first time, it was unimaginably smooth. Along with the piano keys, a gentle and somewhat sad voice immediately floated out.

Wow!

Because Li Congxin's fingertips were infused with spiritual power, under his fingers, the notes kept flying up, turning into crystal butterflies that spread their wings and fluttered their smart wings, spinning around him.

Gradually, it spun around the entire piano.

Yi Susu and Chu Feige looked at them with surprise, and listened with fascination.

He looked at Li Congxin with admiration as if he were an idol.

Oh my God, is my cousin (young master) omnipotent? He is good at horizontal training, swordsmanship, and spearmanship, and his strength is unfathomable. Not only is he extraordinary in literary talent and can create a large number of eternal quatrains in a single thought, but he also understands music!

And he plays so beautifully.

After the shock, the two women were soon intoxicated by the sound of the piano.

While playing, Li Congxin also tried to open his mouth, but immediately closed it again.

It was too awkward.

Singing, he couldn't sing.

He would never sing in his life.

Even if he was a singing god now.

...

On this side, Mo Xiangran was looking for the direction of the sad music, feeling closer and closer, and getting more and more nervous.

The person who played, the one who carved many eternal masterpieces in the mountains, must be a senior with white hair and fairy spirit, right?

Or, a female senior with stunning style?

In short, I can meet him today, which is a blessing that can only be cultivated in three lifetimes.

Hearing the sound, he went through a bamboo forest, and a picture appeared in front of him.

Beside the lotus pond, in the pavilion.

In front of a gorgeous big piano, a young man in white was playing leisurely.

Beside the young man, a cool and plain-dressed woman quietly leaned against the pavilion pillar, like a willow in the wind; a beautiful girl squatted on the ground with her hands on her cheeks, like a beautiful flower reflecting on the water, looking at the young man with her delicate face.

They were all listening quietly.

Strings of notes turned into shining jade butterflies, winding and spinning around the three people.

The picture was extremely beautiful.

"So beautiful."

"So elegant."

"Is this Yiran Peak the place where the immortals stay?"

Mo Xiangran couldn't help whispering.

At the same time, she was slightly surprised in her heart. She didn't expect that the person playing the piano was actually a handsome young man.

She looked at the young man carefully.

He was slender and well-proportioned, with shoulders as sharp as a knife and waist as thin as a willow. Overall, he was full of the elegance and elegance of a man in the style of immortal heroes.

His facial features are very three-dimensional, as handsome as a knife, with a pair of deep eyes and a casual smile on the corner of his mouth.

Very charming.

"Is it him?"

Mo Xiangran asked herself: "Is the person who carved so many peerless poems on this peak also this outstanding young man?"

"Who is this person?"

Suddenly, her heart trembled: "He can't be Li Congxin!"

"Impossible, impossible."

Quickly denied herself: "How is this possible?"

She still firmly believed that although this person looked like a teenager, he must be a peerless senior.

At this time, Li Congxin slowly opened his mouth and sang along with the sound of the piano.

"The wolf-tooth moon makes the beauty look haggard, I raise my cup and drink up the wind and snow."

"Who overturned the cabinet of the previous life and caused the dust and right and wrong."

"The word fate has been reincarnated for several times, you frowned and cried, and the beauty could not be called back."

"Even if the history has turned to ashes, my love will not die."

"Prosperity is like three thousand eastward flowing waters, I only take a scoop of love to understand, and only love the butterfly incarnation of you."

"Your hair is as beautiful as snow, which is sad and beautiful when we part, who did I move by burning incense?"

"Your hair is as beautiful as snow, which makes tears fly, who did I wait for to grow old..."

Listening to the song, Mo Xiangran stood there again.

Her face was full of spirits.

She, who practices Confucianism, feels that the sound of the piano and the song have merged together at this moment, and there are layers of waves in the space. The whole pavilion, including her, has entered a state of mind.

In the artistic conception, she saw a pair of lovers, who quarreled, embraced, separated, and missed each other over the years. Facing the passage of time, they were full of emotion and helplessness...

Mo Xiangran began to be sad again and could not extricate herself.

"Raise a cup to drink the wind and snow, overturn the cabinet of the past life, frown and cry for the beauty, prosperity is like three thousand eastward flowing water..."

Boom!

As she muttered to herself, a dazzling light burst out from her body again.

In this instant, her cultivation had entered the realm of the Grandmaster.

"La'er La."

"La'er La'er."

"The bronze mirror reflects the innocent ponytail."

"If you go wild in this life, I will accompany you with wine."

As the last sentence was finished.

At this time, Li Congxin's ten fingers on the keys slightly raised upwards, and at the same time stopped playing.

The notes in the air turned into jade butterflies and gradually disappeared.

Three seconds of silence.

Clap, clap, clap!

Then, Yi Susu, who was squatting in front of the piano, jumped up and began to clap hard.

"Cousin, you are so great."

"You sing so well."

"Idol, you are my idol."

She expressed her love without concealing her feelings, as if she was as happy as after enjoying a concert.

Clap, clap, clap!

Chu Feige, who was relatively cold and reserved, had a sweet face and couldn't help clapping gently.

Her young master is really amazing.

She was a little surprised. Is there really such an excellent person in the world?

He really seems to be omnipotent and proficient in everything.

At this moment, the two girls were both tearful and their faces were bright and beautiful. They didn't realize that they had been sobbing softly just now. They were already crying because of Li Congxin's singing.

"My daughter bows to the senior."

Outside the pavilion, Mo Xiangran, who woke up from the end of the song, knelt on the ground.

Her white forehead was pressed tightly against the bluestone ground, and she bowed deeply in fear: "Thank you for giving me good fortune."

At this moment, she was also very excited.

Because now she can be sure that it is him, it must be him. Only those who have written so many amazing poems can write such beautiful and moving lyrics at the same time.

Li Congxin slowly stood up from the piano with a smile like spring breeze.

"Get up."

As he gently raised his hand, Mo Xiangran's head, which was pressed against the ground, was lifted up involuntarily by an irresistible force, and her body slowly stood up.

"Who are you, girl? What are you doing at Yiran Peak?"

With Li Congxin's powerful consciousness, he actually noticed Mo Xiangran as soon as she stepped onto Yiran Peak.

Those who can come to Yiran Peak are definitely not his enemies.

Because his enemies can't go up the mountain at all.

So, Li Congxin didn't care about her, letting her wander around the peak and read those poems.

"My little girl, Mo Xiangran, came to Yiran Peak to look for the Holy Son at the order of Her Majesty the Queen."

Mo Xiangran was still respectful.

"Oh, my elder sister asked you to come."

Li Congxin was slightly startled and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"What?"

Mo Xiangran suddenly lost his voice.

His words made Mo Xiangran feel as if struck by lightning. She staggered and then her face showed incomparable shock, with a huge wave of waves in her heart.