The Rebirth of the National Goddess

Since the rumor about the ancient harp being able to recognize the master is true, then the second rumor about it must also be true.

A strange scene emerges, and dragons and phoenixes appear.

Bring the dead back to life, dead bones raw flesh.

Thinking of this, a light flashed in Tong Zhi's eyes.

"Aunt Tong, you've praised me so much," Zheng Chuyi smiled and said very modestly, "To me, this konghou is nothing more than a dead thing. There's no such thing as arrogance at all. It's just that I just happened to master the harp." It's just the skill of playing it."

Having said that, Zheng Chuyi lightly raised her chin, and slowly looked in Chu Jin's direction, but unfortunately, there was not much expression on the other's jade-like cheeks, let alone any envy.

Zheng Chuyi lightly raised the corners of her mouth. Tonight, she will let this layman know what is a bloodline in fire and what is a daughter of destiny.

After all, with so many people in the audience, she is the only one who can control this ancient harp.

Maybe even Mo Zhixuan has nothing to do with this ancient harp.

"Look, you can give her!" Mo Qingyi cursed dissatisfiedly, she couldn't understand Zheng Chuyi's despicable appearance the most.

Isn't it just playing a broken piano?

What's so awesome!

Duanmu Zhe chuckled, "Woman, you don't know yet, this is indeed an ancient harp house. There are so many people here, I'm afraid no one can really control it except Miss Zheng." The expression was serious, no joke means.

Mo Qingyi originally wanted to stretch out his hand to pinch Duanmu Zhe's thigh, but when he stretched halfway, he retracted like an electric shock, glared at Duanmu Zhe and said, "Duanmu Xiaosi, which side are you on? How can you speak for that woman?"

"Mo Xiaosan, I am right about the matter and not about the person. Besides, what I said is the truth. Look, didn't you play that harp just now?"

Mo Qingyi snorted softly, "Isn't it just a broken piano? What's so great about it, maybe my Brother Jin can also control it!"

Brother Jin is an almighty goddess in her eyes!

Hearing this, Duanmuzhe took a serious look at Chu Jin who was sitting there, then shook his head lightly, "She can't do it."

He didn't see anything different from ordinary people in Chu Jin.

How could an ordinary person be subdued by an ancient harp who is quite proud and spiritual.

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to people like you who watch people through the crack of the door." Mo Qingyi lowered his head and poked the vegetables in the bowl, his eyes were filled with resentment.

As soon as she saw Zheng Chuyi's arrogant and arrogant face, she felt depressed and panicked.

Zheng Chuyi here has already sat slowly on the stool, stroked the strings in the most professional posture, and leaned her head slightly on the shelf of the harp, which had the effect of a light veil half covering her face.

"Everyone," Zheng Chuyi raised her eyes slightly, "Chuyi has made a fool of herself."

Zheng Chuyi's eyes subconsciously fell on Mo Zhixuan, but unfortunately, the other party didn't notice her.

From beginning to end, there was only one person in his eyes.

Zheng Chuyi held back the jealousy in her heart and the sour taste that was about to overflow, and gently plucked the strings with her fingertips, and immediately there was an ethereal fairy sound pouring out from her fingertips, like pearls falling on a jade plate , lingering in everyone's ears, lingering for a long time.

Sensing the astonishment on everyone's faces, Zheng Chuyi couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly, feeling even more proud in her heart.

After all, he is the only one with this burning bloodline.

In the whole world, only one person can play this ancient harp.

At this time, the harp is a symbol of her identity.

I believe that as long as tonight is over, Mo Zhixuan will definitely recognize the honorable status of this blood on fire, and then ruthlessly shake off that lowly layman, then there will be a good show to watch.

The sound just now was just a small test of Zheng Chuyi's tone.

What comes next is the big game.

I saw her narrowing her eyes slightly, leaning her head lightly on the harp stand, her plain white fingers were constantly plucking on the strings, and the beautiful piano sounds poured out from her fingertips in an instant, as if flowing through her heart , Yangchun Baixue.

The sound of the piano is getting more and more urgent, more and more urgent! There is a sense of oppression that is about to come.

Everyone's hearts were tense with the urgent sound of the piano, not daring to relax in the slightest.

The scene of thousands of galloping horses and roaring armies seems to have appeared in front of my eyes. The sound of the piano is sometimes high-pitched, passionate and majestic, and sometimes soft and melodious.

Make those who hear it excited.

Looking at Zheng Chuyi who was playing the piano, Chu Jin narrowed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

This Zheng Chuyi is indeed capable, and even played the famous pipa song "House of Flying Daggers" on this harp.

Almost everyone was intoxicated by the high-pitched and passionate sound of the piano.

Gan Mingxie looked at Zheng Chuyi and narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a little puzzled in his heart. Could it be that the rumor about Konghou is wrong...

Since Zheng Chuyi can make this ancient harp recognize its master, why can't it lead to the wonderful scene of dragon and phoenix dancing together?

Is there any other mystery in this?

After the song was over, everyone was still immersed in the elegant sound of the piano and couldn't extricate themselves.

'Papa papa' Gan Mingxie took the lead in applauding, "Not bad, really good! Ms. Zheng's piano skills are really superb, which makes Gan admire."

Jia Zhuo also followed behind and clapped his hands, "Sister Chu Yi, I haven't seen you for a few days, and your piano skills have improved a lot."

Even Mrs. Mo, who has always been displeased with Zheng Chuyi, boasted, "It's really good."

Hearing everyone's praises, Zheng Chuyi's mouth raised several arcs, suppressing the excitement in her heart, and raised her eyes to look in Mo Zhixuan's direction, "Zhixuan, what do you think?"

Hearing this, Mo Zhixuan raised his eyes slightly, the man under the light looked more dignified and cold, and there was a biting chill in his deep and bottomless Danfeng eyes.

Lifting his delicate face like an ink painting, he casually glanced at Zheng Chuyi, parted his thin lips lightly, and spat out three words miserly, "Not bad."

Although there were only three faint words, Zheng Chuyi also felt extremely flattered.

This is the evaluation he gave her, which is what many people wish for.

She looked at Mo Zhixuan, the corner of her mouth curved deeply.

It seems that the position of the mother of the Mo family is hers.

"Miss Chu, what do you think?" Zheng Chuyi gave Chu Jin a provocative look.

"I don't think it's very good!" Before Chu Jin could speak, Mo Qingyi put the chopsticks in her hand on the table and looked at Zheng Chuyi, "I think it's terrible, it's not as good as my sister-in-law Qin One-ten-thousandth of a skill."

Hearing this, the corners of Zheng Chuyi's mouth curled slightly, the smile on his face deepened, and the disdain in his eyes was clearly visible, "Oh, so Miss Chu is also good at playing the piano?"

What is good at playing the piano?

Even if she is good at playing the piano, can she control the ancient harp in front of her?

So what if you really have a little spiritual power in your body?

In front of this harp, she is a lowly commoner!

That layman who was trampled under his feet!

"It's natural!" Mo Qingyi looked at Zheng Chuyi and said, "My sister-in-law's piano skills are very good, ten thousand times better than yours!"

"Oh, Ah Jin can also play the piano?" Tong Zhi on the side put down her chopsticks in surprise.

Chu Jin smiled slightly, "Occasionally it's just arty, not superb, Aunt Tong, don't listen to the nonsense."

"Aunt Tong, my sister-in-law is just being modest," Mo Qingyi looked at Tong Zhi, "If you don't believe me, let her try, she promises to play ten thousand times better than Zheng Chuyi!"

"Miss Mo, I know you have a good relationship with Miss Chu," Jia Zhuo looked at Mo Qingyi and said slowly, "But at this time, you'd better not force her to stand out for her, Ren Chu's piano skills In Gaochao, I am afraid that I will not be able to control this ancient harp. After all, this ancient spiritual thing can only be played by the goddess of destiny. After all, Ms. Chu is just an ordinary person, and her blood is still a bit inferior after all. Humans still need to know themselves. of."

Jia Zhuo has long been displeased with Chu Jin, a lowly layman. She is just a lowly layman. What right does she have to stand with Brother Nine.

For no reason, Zheng Chuyi also occupied Zheng Chuyi's original position.

"Jiazhuo, what you said is too serious," Zheng Chuyi said angrily, "What kind of girl is not a girl? In my opinion, everyone is born equal. I just happened to master the konghou skill." It's just playing skills, maybe Miss Chu can really play this harp, why not let her try."