Returning from the Immortal World

The moment from heaven to hell, that sudden change horrifies everyone and shouts out loud. The world in front of all, from the immortal realm of birdspeaking flowers, to the fierce Hell of Shura.

Scary!

Chestnut!

Han gently danced on the side of the stage, his body swayed for a moment and suddenly fell on the floor. Despite the horrible hellish scene she is facing at this moment, it is not this that frightens her, but a memory fragment that pops up in her mind.

The summit of the cold wind!

Snowy glaciers!

A familiar and unfamiliar face with the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, she couldn't distinguish it from the illusion, she didn't know why these pieces of images appeared in her mind.

Sky.

A terrible lightning struck and a shocking thunderstorm struck. The speed of the wind, the storm of rain, the thunder, the raging electricity. Terrible images, making up a doomsday world.

She saw it.

Seeing this doomsday world, a great shadow of the shore stood in the air, destroying the siege of wind and thunderstorms and sweeping away the waves of the doomsday.

“No…”

Han Qing Dance saw himself and saw the men who had destroyed the heavens and the earth. At this moment, she herself, for some reason, was in pain and despair of dying immediately, or attacked that great shoreline.

“…”

The last thunderous note sounded on Han's ears. She was submerged in painful tides, the memory fragments in her mind dissipated into a little starlight, and the hellish world in front of her became fragmented. As her consciousness darkened, she passed out instantly.

In the auditorium.

Everyone's eyes were closed, their faces hung with deep sorrow, and their tears slipped down their faces. Their frowns stretched slowly, but the whole scene died quietly after the sound had completely dissipated. At this point, even the drop of a needle on the ground can be heard clearly.

After Fengyao Qin.

Tang Xiu raised his head slowly. When he subconsciously lifted his arms and touched his face, he found out when, two lines of tears actually slipped down his face. His eyes slowly swept toward the crowd in the audience, and when God instantly released, he saw a familiar face.

“Hmm?”

Tang Xiu suddenly frowned and grabbed Feng Yaoqin with his hand. He gently danced towards Han on the side of the stage. Without anyone noticing, Tang Xiu's fingers were spotted several times on Han Qing Dance body, and then quickly disappeared at the back door.

“What's wrong with me? ”

By the aisle behind the auditorium audience, Late Nan first woke up. When her eyes opened, she couldn't help but wipe the tears on her face. After looking up at the stage, she looked slightly, and found that the boss had long since disappeared on the stage.

“What kind of power was that? ”

Late Nan's heart was trembling and her eyes were even more awe-inspiring. She could be sure that the voice of the boss just now was absolutely strange. She has been through countless pageants, and even thought that if she hears this voice in a pageant, she is a lamb to slaughter, with all her energies bewildered.

Before.

She is in awe of Tang Xiu, but because of her identity. And now, her awe for Tang Xiu is the means of Tang Xiu's horror.

At the same time.

On the other side of the stage, Zhang Xinya has awakened. She swept the stage quickly, but did not see Tang Xiu. At this moment, she is still able to hear her heart beat, feeling a little chilly.

She had seen Tang Xiu's horror, and when she was on Hong Kong Island, Tang Xiu's brutal means of killing were deeply embedded in her mind. Tonight, she went through the wonders of Wonderland, and then she went through the horrors of hell again. Even in her heart, there was a deep sadness that could not be dispersed for a long time.

Previously, she had never thought that playing the piano could reach such a state, that the world in which the sound of the piano was contoured was as real as it was real and imminent.

In the audience.

Yue Kai and Hu Qingsong slowly woke up and found that Tang Xiu had disappeared on the stage, lifting his arms and wiping away tears in the corner of his eyes.

“Why are you so upset? ”

Hu Qingsong mumbled with that thick northeastern accent.

Xue Chao nodded, “It's very depressing and I feel so sad. ”

Yue Kai looked around and found that almost everyone around him, like him, was wiping away tears and the sadness on his face had not subsided. He held his hand against his chest and muttered, “This is unprecedented, isn't it, Mr. Tang? I've never believed in music that shook people's souls before, and I don't believe in music that caused hallucinations, but I do now. ”

Hu Qingsong and Xue Super and others turned their heads and looked at Yue Kai's expression. Hu Qingsong said: “Me too. Boss Tang played so well, he made me feel immortal and hell. ”

“Me too! Boss Tang is my idol in the future!” Xue was overweight and slowly raised his thumb.

In the other direction.

Jiang Feiyan erased the tears on his face and reached out and grabbed Li Xinjie's arm. He whimpered a few points in his tone and said: "Xinjie, why am I feeling a little sore? ”

Li Xinjie looked at her with complexity and said with some sadness: "We were affected by the sound of the qin. I've just observed that almost everyone is just like us. Tang Xiu's art is amazing. He is a god in music. ”

God?

Sitting quietly aside, the palpitations felt particularly strong, Mu Wanying suddenly thought Li Xinjie's description was so appropriate. Yes, Tang Xiu is indeed a god when it comes to playing the ancient qin.

And...

And he's also a god in writing and painting.

“How can there be such a powerful man in the world? Like God? If I meet him in my life, can I still see other men?” Mu Wanying's mouth suddenly revealed a bit of bitterness, an unspeakable emotion that bred in the deepest part of her heart.

Another place.

Easy tears and experiences the taste of heaven and hell, she suddenly finds that she knows too little about Tang Xiu.

This music, this lyrics.

She doesn't know what to describe. The idea of wanting to rush out to look for Tang Xiu is particularly strong at this time.

On the stage.

The host wiped the tears off her face, quickly adjusted her emotions, and came to the top with a microphone. She looked at the school leader with a sad expression below, and the students, silent for a few seconds, asked softly: “How about Tang Xiu's ancient music? ”

A dozen seconds.

For over a dozen seconds, no one responded. Everyone was regulating their emotions, and they were rejuvenating the scene they had just experienced.

Finally.

A leader of the University of Mortuary, standing up from his chair, said in a silent voice, "Okay, good. I've heard the ancient piano play countless times, but not once can I compare it to Tang Xiu's level. ”

Applause, buzz.

Immediately afterwards, applause was added, and just a few seconds later, the applause in the auditorium had been extremely loud. Everybody's applauding, everybody's amazed.

Applause.

Awaken Han in a coma.

“What's wrong with me? ”

Han gently opened his eyes and found himself in the dark, while the entire auditorium shook heaven's applause. She sat up tough with her arms up.

Suddenly.

A deep sense of sadness swelled in her mind. At the same time, her body was stiff and memory fragments continued to flash in her head. Like her memory fragments while listening to the piano, she sees a lot of sights, a lot of people whose faces are not very clear, and she sees herself.

But...

These memory fragments are inconsistent, as if looking at a photograph. Those pictures are very familiar, but very strange.

“What the hell are these? ”

Han Light Dance felt a cracking headache, so she couldn't help but cover her head with her hands. She desperately wanted to see more memory fragments. But when that series of patterns disappeared, she thought of headaches and couldn't remember what was going on with those images.

Immediately.

She slowly stood up and walked backstage pale. She did not find that at this moment she had been soaked with sweat and her walking legs trembled slightly.

Boys' dormitory.

Tang Xiu leaned next to his Land Rover and watched Late Nan rush to get his call. He reached out and handed Feng Yaoqin to her and said: "Take it home! Give it back to Wei Jiangping tomorrow. ”

Late Nan looked at Tang Xiu with complicated eyes and looked at her indifferent expression. She hesitated for a moment and said: "Boss, you played really well. But I'm a little confused. ”

Tang Xiu said: "Go ahead! ”

Late Nan said, "Your music and singing were full of happiness. But why, in the aftermath?" Immortal Dream. "Sounds good, doesn't it? ”

Tang Xiu said faintly: “My heart touched and I missed it. ”

Late Nan suddenly, a fear breeds in his heart. She doesn't understand exactly what happened to Don Shu, but she can be sure that it was an extremely tragic, extremely sad story.

“Boss, I'll go back first. ”

“Let's go! ”

Tang Xiu waved his hand and reached out to touch the cigarette and lit it. He saw Late Nan disappear in the dark in the distance. He suddenly laughed at himself: I thought I could suppress that emotion, but I didn't expect it to fail. Fortunately, there is no offensive tactic in the guitar tone, otherwise everyone in the auditorium will be an idiot tonight!

Shook his head.

Tang Xiuben wanted to drive away now and wait for Zhang Xinya in Xinglan Villa District, and remembered that he had lost his car keys to Yue Kai, so he turned to walk into the dormitory building.

Line of affection.

Cut it constantly, it's still confusing.

Therefore, he absolutely put it down for the time being, no more thinking, no more reading. One day, he will have enough strength to solve the problem. He will awaken Han's memory of light dancing, figure out everything and solve everything.

[Sorry, I was dragged out for a while by a group of great gods after attending the Chinese Cultural Federation training in Beijing, which delayed the update time. Today's third chapter is provisionally served. Tomorrow at least five chapters will erupt and the new week will be supported by a recommendation ticket.