A song of a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix, a virtuous son and filial grandson kneeling all over the mountain
31 Eight Daos, the King of Hell, was terrified and rewarded 2700 yuan.

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"'Melody of the Sad Mountain'! Play!"

Su Ming shouted.

Boom!

A heavy drum sound exploded in everyone's eardrums.

Then came the suona, flute, erhu, and sheng.

The eight of them played four instruments in unison.

However, among these musical instruments, the sound of the suona was the most abrupt!

Su Ming held the dark golden copper bowl of the suona in his hand and pointed it at the sky.

The sonorous sound of the suona reverberated in the mountains, stirring one's soul!

Soon, the sound of the suona quieted down.

It was as if he was deliberately restraining his tone and lowering it bit by bit.

Until it merged with other instruments and formed a grand and solemn orchestra.

Whether it was the class master Su Ming or the youngest Liu Zi.

It was the Great Sage Qi and the others who used to perform obediently on the stage.

At this moment, he was sitting at the table.

It was like the music officer of a large-scale ceremony in ancient times.

His aura was shocking and sorrowful to the extreme.

As for Wen Lin, who had always been graceful and moving in her previous typhoons, she narrowed her eyes slightly.

The flute was no longer graceful, but rough!

Under her performance, there was actually a strong aura.

Suddenly!

As the beat of the drum became faster!

The sound of the suona shot into the sky again!

The other instruments also became more domineering and sorrowful!

The little streamer and the audience in the live broadcast room listened and watched together!

Whether it was his sight or hearing, he felt an unprecedented impact!

At this moment, they finally understood what Sir System meant!

Eight suona sets opened the way!

Even the King of Hell and the little ghost were terrified!

As for Fan Huai in the distance…

Even though they were so far away, they could still hear the penetrating sound of the suona.

He was even starting to waver…

What if he had asked the Smiths to praise the old master eight times?

There were eight of them.

Perhaps, this suona was what the old man, who had lived on this yellow slope for his entire life, wanted…

…………

The children of the old principal knelt on the ground.

After the grand performance ended.

The sounds of the other instruments weakened.

The suona also turned into a sad and low tone.

A sad melody flowed out from the red pole and from the black gold copper bowl.

As the spring breeze from the distance shook the lamp in front of the old principal's portrait.

Sob, sob, sob…

The old principal's children could no longer hold it in and let out their voices.

He cried loudly!

The mournful cries mixed with the suona made people feel heartbroken!

In the distance, a mother brought her child to send the old principal off.

The hand that was caressing her son's cheek suddenly felt a trace of warmth.

She looked down and realized that the child in front of her was already in tears.

When she thought of the old principal's voice and smile, she couldn't help but cry.

Sadness began to spread from the sound of the suona and the cries of the old principal's children.

Whether it was the guests wearing mourning clothes or the surrounding villagers.

Many people stood still, gently wiping their sore eyes.

Even though he was not like those people.

He had interacted with the old principal before.

However, the little streamer who was holding her phone could not help but tear up.

However, when she glanced at his face, she was surprised to find that he was not a human.

The old man at the side was laughing and crying!

…………

Fan Huai, who was far away.

For some reason, she suddenly remembered her childhood in school.

This scene was so blurry that it felt surreal.

However, it was at this moment that he remembered.

At that time, he was only six or seven years old.

He was studying in the place that had become the former principal's mourning hall.

Because his house was far away, he brought a bun for lunch.

Naturally, it was not made with good noodles. Moreover, it had been cooked for a long time.

It was as dry as a brick.

He remembered that the old principal did not say anything and turned around to leave.

When she returned, she stuffed a hard-boiled egg into his hand.

Fan Huai faced the old principal's mourning hall.

His expression could not be seen clearly under the sunglasses…

………

The sad and sorrowful song finally ended.

Many people who remembered how good the old principal was when he was alive had already burst into tears.

Some emotional streamers and viewers also had red eyes.

There was something in his chest that he couldn't vent out, and it was unbearable.

This was only the opening song of the Su Family's class.

It was already so infectious!

Although the suona had stopped, the cries of the old principal's children continued for a long time!

It was the other relatives of the old principal who forcefully pulled the two of them up.

However, the two of them continued to cry.

He tried to persuade her for a long time, but it was still useless.

Until the old man in charge called out their nicknames and berated them!

"Xuehai! Xuexia!

Stop crying! Hurry up and pour more wine for Master Su and the others to moisten their throats!”

Hearing this, the two of them suppressed their grief.

He followed the old master in charge and poured tea and wine for Su Ming and the others.

Su Ming took a deep breath!

He took another big gulp of wine!

Upon seeing this, Teacher Wang refilled Su Ming's cup respectfully.

After that!

Su Ming picked it up!

It was another grand draw!

This time, when Teacher Wang was about to pour Su Ming more wine, Su Ming waved his hand and refused.

After rejecting him, he asked softly," Teacher Wang, is there an armchair here?”

"An armchair? There's none here? Can't we use the other chairs?" After crying for three days, Mr. Wang's voice finally went hoarse.

When the old master, who was in charge, heard this, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning!

He pulled open his distant nephew.

Then, he bent his body and approached Su Ming respectfully.

he asked carefully.

"Master Su, do you want the armchair?”

Su Ming nodded.

The old man in charge slapped the back of Teacher Wang's head!

"Hurry up and find an armchair for Master Su!

Your father is blessed!"

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