After being depressed for a while, Yan Chu quickly regained his composure.
Isn't it a spiritual stone
At worst, ask Li Fugui for it again!
Also, the secret realm of the Lost City is still there. This time the Thunder Sect won the Tianluo Conference and they have made a name for themselves. Presumably more people will go to the Lost City soon.
So Yan Chu started playing with his phone.
There is no difference between the phone and his perception before time travel, except that the performance and quality have become better. This is the effect of the system's magic modification.
Since there was no other software, Yan Chu just tried some functions such as taking photos and videos. He found that the photo taking function of his mobile phone was very powerful and he could really take a clear picture of what the moon looked like.
After playing with his phone for a while, Yan Chu set an alarm for six o'clock in the evening.
He had indeed been working too hard these past few days. Not long after he put down his phone, he fell asleep and waited until six o'clock before being woken up by his phone.
Yan Chu woke up and went downstairs excitedly, because Li Fugui had asked Hong Shi to help organize the celebration banquet.
The disciples all performed very well in winning this championship and must celebrate it properly.
As soon as he walked downstairs, Yan Chu heard the harsh sound of the flute. As expected, Shen Wen was sitting on the first floor playing the flute.
Shen Wen's flute-playing skills were learned from Yasuo, and he could forcefully play the flute to produce a suona-like feeling. Yan Chu felt that he had to lie down and listen to express his respect for Yasuo's Shen Wen's flute-playing skills.
The other disciples had already gathered on the first floor and sat down. At this time, they all covered their ears and hesitated to speak.
They were too embarrassed to interrupt Shen Wen and ruin his mood...
However, as the second senior brother, Li Zeyang has no such worries at all.
He walked directly onto the stage and blocked the vent of the flute with his fingers. He held it in so hard that Shen Wen almost died and opened his eyes angrily.
"Junior Brother Shen Wen, you are tired of blowing, can you give me the rest of the time?" Li Zeyang said with a smile.
Shen Wen asked doubtfully: "Second senior brother also wants to play the flute?"
"Bah, why am I playing the flute? Senior brother, I want to sing!" Li Zeyang said, "I remember when I was in Yong'an City, and when I was a child, I was bored and followed my father to sell gluten, so my father asked me to sing to attract customers. Over time, everyone called me For... Brother Gluten!"
Yan Chu, who was still on the stairs, almost fell off the second floor when he heard what Li Zeyang said.
Li Yuanfang shouted from below: "What a coincidence, I used to practice singing outside the moat of Yong'an City. Every time I sang on the moat, the moat would always make waves. Over time, everyone called me - Brother Bolan!"
Yan Chu was speechless again. Brother Gluten and Brother Bolan, the two of you together can bring the dead to life.
Johnson felt that he should say a few words at this time, but he really couldn't sing.
He thought for a while and suddenly said: "Why don't we all sing the family song of our sect together!"
"Hey, this is good!" Li Zeyang immediately agreed, "Then let me give you a start! Ahem... Jing Lei, I have a heavenly cultivation..."
"Stop it!"
As soon as Li Zeyang spoke, Yan Chu rushed down from the second floor.
On this occasion, there are obviously more interesting songs to sing!
When everyone saw Yan Chu, they quickly saluted: "I've met the leader!"
"Master, we are about to sing the family song!" Li Zeyang said.
Yan Chu smiled: "I won't sing the door song today. I will teach you another song."
Everyone was curious after hearing this. Ye Lichang asked: "Master, did you write the song yourself?"
"Of course!" Yan Chu said shamelessly.
Xiao Keqing smiled disdainfully: "Master, don't just drink, eat some peanuts."
"...Elder Xiao, do you dare to question my literary talent?" Yan Chu suddenly said unconvinced.
Mu Qingqian on the side tugged at the corner of Xiao Keqing's clothes and reminded him in a low voice: "Elder Xiao, the master's literary talent is very good."
"Qing Qian, don't you think so?" Xiao Keqing said in surprise.
Mu Qing smiled lightly: "The master has written a few poems, but I haven't seen any works that surpass the master."
Xiao Keqing expressed doubts, but she knew that Mu Qingqian rarely lied, especially that it was impossible to lie for Yan Chu...
Mo Yanli was very interested in singing and immediately said: "Master, what song do you want to sing? Come and sing it for us!"
"Everyone, listen up!"
Yan Chu took a deep breath and began to brew his emotions.
Just as he was about to start singing, Shen Wen held up his flute and said, "Master, my disciple will accompany you."
"Play with your eggs while you're at it!" Yan Chu glared at Shen Wen and asked Johnson to snatch away Shen Wen's flute.
Shen Wen's face was full of sorrow and anger, and he looked like his talent was not appreciated.
At this time, Qianji Yuge and Gongsun Yi also came to Lanyue Tower. When they saw Yan Chu preparing to sing, they quietly sat in the back row.
Yan Chu brewed for a while before slowly singing:
“In the beginning, I was a naive and crying child.
Ten years later, I finally realized that failure doesn’t matter as long as I try my best. "
As soon as Yan Chu opened his voice, the originally lively Lan Yue Tower suddenly became quiet.
Although there is no accompaniment, only Yan Chu's singing, everyone can hear the words in the song more clearly and feel the charm of the words.
Everyone couldn't help but reminisce about the time when they had just started.
“In the blink of an eye, everything has changed, and a new starting point and a new world are right in front of us.
I have been hurt and shed tears, so what if I go crazy for my dreams this time? "
"Run, proud boy, there is firm belief in the young heart.
Burn, proud blood, I want to sing the song of victory again! ! "
Yan Chu's singing echoed in the spacious Lan Yue Tower, like a match lighting up the entire grassland, and everyone's hearts burned!
The disciples of the Jinglei Sect are all a group of fledgling teenagers. Their futures have unlimited possibilities, and Yan Chu has given them unlimited passion!
It seems that as long as the Thunder Faction is behind them, they can let go and fight!
This... this is a proud young man! !
"Run, proud boy, there is firm belief in the young heart.
Burn it, proud blood, I want to sing the song of victory again~~~"
When the song ended, all the disciples looked at Yan Chu in a daze, and Ye Lichang and other female disciples looked at Yan Chu like little girls.
Singing so well!
Yan Chu looked at everyone and knew that everyone still needed a place to vent their emotions.
So he said slowly:
"Remember, it will take thirty years to the east of the river and thirty years to the west of the river. Don't bully young people into poverty!"
After hearing Yan Chu's last words, everyone felt goosebumps all over their bodies, as if there was an invisible hand pushing them forward.
The leader is not only powerful and terrifying, but he is also an unparalleled poet, he can even sing so well!
Xiao Keqing's face was a little red and her breathing was a little rapid. She admitted that when Yan Chu sang just now, she couldn't help but feel excited!
(End of chapter)