The strings of the zither vibrated gently.
An indescribable sound rippled out.
The sound lingered for a long time.
Everyone present could not help but be deeply immersed in it.
"As expected of the Scorched Tail Zither!"
After regaining his senses.
Teacher He couldn't help but praise.
It was just a musical note.
This was how he moved everyone.
If he were to use this piano to play music.
What kind of scene would it be?
It was truly unimaginable!
"You're in luck today."
Zhang Ruoxu chuckled.
After saying that.
He stroked the strings with one hand and played a string of beautiful notes.
He had already thought it through.
It was time to play which song.
His fingertips plucked the strings.
The notes interweaved into a beautiful melody.
Everyone listened to the beautiful music.
He felt something in front of him.
A hazy scene began to appear.
It was as if there was a towering green mountain standing there.
At the foot of the mountain.
There was also a green river surrounding it.
Everything was so quiet and beautiful, like a fairyland.
At this moment.
The music style suddenly changed.
The scene in front of everyone disappeared and they returned to the real world.
However…
At this moment.
It made them feel even more shocked and incredulous.
Beside Zhang Ruoxu.
He did not know when.
It rolled up a pile of peach blossoms.
It lingered around him, layer after layer.
Following the rhythm of the music.
These flowers swayed up and down, left and right, as if they had a life of their own.
Zhang Ruoxu, who was sitting in the middle.
He looked even more elegant, like an otherworldly expert.
Before they could come to their senses.
The scene in front of him changed again.
It was still that green mountain and that green river.
But now.
At the foot of the mountain, beside the green water.
Two elegant scholars were drinking and having fun.
When he was in high spirits.
He picked up his zither and started playing it.
Green mountains babbled.
The water gurgled.
Everything in this world seemed to be singing along with the rhythm and melody.
Everyone only felt as if they were listening to immortal music.
Very quickly.
The song ended.
The scene in front of him disappeared.
When everyone looked again.
He saw Zhang Ruoxu sitting there with a zither on his knees.
Beside him.
It was the peach blossoms that had turned the entire ground pink.
F * ck, am I hallucinating from listening to the song?
Me too. I saw mountains, water, and people!
Wait, I saw it too!
I even saw peach blossoms flying around the old master!
F * ck, I'm the same?
In that case, did everyone see it?
........
The audience in the live broadcast room discussed animatedly.
After some communication.
Everyone was surprised to find out.
It turned out that he was not the only one who was hallucinating.
All the audience saw this scene.
What was going on?
Why was it a song?
There was such magic?
"How do you feel?"
Zhang Ruoxu looked at Teacher He and the others, who were still immersed in their thoughts.
Hearing the old man's voice.
Everyone came back to their senses.
"Amazing! He's too powerful!"
Peng Peng said excitedly.
It was the first time he had heard such a magical song.
His eyes were filled with novelty and shock.
"Old Master, what song is this?”
Teacher He couldn't help but ask.
He was certain.
This song.
It wasn't something that the people of today could write.
That sense of meaning and heaviness.
It made him feel that this song had already traveled through countless years.
"This song is called 'High Mountains and Flowing Water'.”
The old man said indifferently.
High mountains and flowing water?
Wasn't that the story of Bo Ya and Zhong Zi Qi?
According to the old master.
The story was real.
The song was real?
Everyone heard this.
He subconsciously felt that it was impossible. Zhang Ruoxu was just bragging.
However…
He recalled the artistic conception and scene in the song.
He felt that this song.
There was only one possibility,'High Mountains and Flowing Water'.
The audience in the live broadcast room.
All of them were extremely excited.
To be able to listen to this famous lost song in history.
That would be great luck.
The comments started to fall to one side.
Once again, he praised the old man without restraint.
She finally understood why the old man was so confident.
Because…
Compared to the old master's song.
Then, what about Chen Yu's new song that had been wildly touted?
It was indeed like trash.
Or rather, it was worse than trash. It was simply crushed into dregs.
Meanwhile, Chen Yu's fans, who were waiting in the livestream room, wanted to wait for the old man to finish his performance before ruthlessly mocking and humiliating him.
Now, they all shut their mouths.
Even if he was retarded.
As long as one had some intelligence, they could tell the difference between the two.
Moreover, he had to be careful.
At this time, she jumped out and said something bad about the old man.
Wasn't he going to be the target of the gun and beg the audience in the live broadcast room to scold him?
Thinking of this…
They could only shut their mouths in grievance.
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