Fang Yan had never experienced anything like this before.
Just by hearing a song, no, just the pure melody can trigger the awakening rotation of Tai Chi.
In the past, he was only able to display the Heart of Tai Chi when he was in extreme danger.
It was like discovering a new continent, making Fang Yan feel both fresh and shocked.
The heart of Tai Chi spins faster and faster, and the Tai Chi vortex gets deeper and deeper.
The vortex formed a black hole that could swallow anything that was caught in it.
The heat in his dantian spread throughout his body, and Fang Yan's entire body became warm.
It was freezing outside, and the heating in the room was not very high, but it was as if a rising sun was rising above Fang Yan's head, radiating heat just to him.
Steaming hot!
It was still that single, dull sound, repeating over and over again.
Sometimes it wants to burst out, but then it suppresses it fiercely. It bursts out again, but then it suppresses it again. Sometimes it sinks down, sinking without any sound, without the sigh of the lonely old man, without the crying of the whistling wind.
The wind stopped and the man died.
The world is quiet!
Silent and traceless, just like the fate of many people.
When you can no longer feel its presence and think that everything is over, it emerges from a distant place, whimpering and sorrowful.
This is like an old woman who has been hurt by love. She had a lover when she was young. They made a vow to hold hands and grow old together. As time goes by, the two lovers are now separated by life and death. However, in countless lonely nights or rainy mornings, she can always remember the happy times they had together, but she can never remember the face she once thought was so familiar.
It is also like a young man with a difficult fate, he is smart and intelligent, and a genius. Because he offended his leader or the son of his boss, he was expelled and framed again and again, but he was unwilling to live an ordinary life. He gritted his teeth and stubbornly worked hard day after day, raised his head again and again, but he could never escape the big net woven by power and wealth.
The sound of the flute represents everyone's state of mind, everyone's destiny, the cry of every sad person, and the indignation of every poor person.
There were young girls crying out loud, there were middle-aged men with red eyes, and there were some elderly people hiding in the dark shadows. Their expressions could not be seen, but one could feel their regret and helplessness.
Fang Yan's Tai Chi heart and the melody merged into one.
When the flute sounds low and gentle, the heart of Tai Chi rotates gently and comfortably.
When the sound of the flute was about to reach its peak, the heart of Tai Chi also accelerated and felt as if it was about to explode.
When the sound of the flute sank to the bottom of the valley, sank to no sound, sank to the point where people had left and the teahouse was empty, Fang Yan's Tai Chi heart also came to an abrupt stop, like the calm surface of a lake.
The sound of the flute rises again and again.
Rise again and press again.
Lift it up again and again, and press it down again and again.
You lit the fuse, expecting the loud noise. You stabbed out, expecting the blood to spill. You spent time and energy on flirting, just for the moment of soul and body union and the eruption of essence----
explode!
Everyone is waiting for it to explode!
Fang Yan's Tai Chi Heart also went through this process. When it was about to explode, shattering his Dantian and tearing his body into a pool of flesh, it would calm down again and again. Then it would explode again and calm down again.
Over and over again, as if it would take up a lifetime!
Woo woo woo-----
The sound of the flute gradually faded away, and then disappeared without a trace, without a sound or a trace.
Finally, everything disappeared!
The old woman sat in front of the window for a long time but never met her lover. The young man struggled all his life but still remained unknown. You lit the fuse, but it was a dud. You stabbed, but it was nothing. You flirted and rubbed, but met someone who didn't love you.
All beings suffer!
This is an extremely sad story!
Quiet!
It's still deathly quiet!
The music had stopped for a long time, but the lights in the hall were still not on.
Everyone stood silently in the darkness, not knowing whether they were waiting for the sound of the flute to ring out again from the desolate wilderness or the boundless sky, or were immersed in memories of the past and unable to extricate themselves.
"How many times has the moonlight of the old days shone on me? I play the flute beside the plum blossoms to wake up the beautiful lady, regardless of the cold and the picking of flowers." A clear male voice suddenly sounded in the darkness.
"He Xun is getting old now, and has forgotten all about the spring breeze and writing. But I am surprised that the sparse flowers outside the bamboo have a cold fragrance that enters the jade seat."
"The river country is so quiet. I sigh as the road is so long. The snow begins to fall at night. The green vase is easily burnt out, but the red buds are speechless and remind me of you."
"I will always remember the place where we held hands, with thousands of trees and the cold blue West Lake. And the leaves are blown away, when will they be seen again?"
The man has a talent for recitation. His unique voice singing a lonely and helpless ancient poem makes people feel deeply involved, and loneliness follows him like a shadow.
This poem and the music-crazy flute sound echo each other and promote each other. Music is the voice of the heart, and poetry is the soul of music. It makes people feel limp all over, as if life has no interest in life.
The person reading the lyrics was Jiang Jun Xing. Although it was in the dark, Fang Yan could still recognize it was his voice.
Fang Yan's Tai Chi Heart was triggered to spin because of an unknown flute played by a music fanatic, and Jiang Junxing was also deeply moved.
Having feelings is one thing, but being able to express them in appropriate poetry is a testament to one's cultural accomplishment and personal quality.
Only after listening to the interpretation of "Jiang Jun Xing" can we have a deeper understanding of the songs of Le Chi. Many people should be grateful to "Jiang Jun Xing", right
This kid is always able to win people's hearts quietly.
Snapped!
Not until the man finished his words did the hall lights light up again in unison.
The girls hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes, some rubbed their eyes and forced out sad smiles, and more people lowered their heads to drink to hide their sadness.
Snapped!
Some people applauded.
Snap Snap----
More people joined in.
After a few breaths, the whole audience burst into thunderous applause.
There were no music lovers, no huge bands or gorgeous instrumental accompaniment, only a clear flute, but it led everyone to reflect on their lives after seeing all the prosperity.
This is a music fanatic!
Ye Fengsheng rubbed his eyes, looked at Ruan Qian beside him with red eyes, and said: "I don't know what's going on, I just feel uncomfortable in my heart - as if that woman doesn't want me anymore."
"She lives up to her reputation as a music lover. Her music is not only pleasing to the ears, but also cleanses the soul-----" Zhu Zidan, this tough guy, actually cried loudly like those little women.
"It's like listening to a sad story and watching a sad movie----" said Chen Yanqing.
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Ye Fengsheng turned to look at Fang Yan and said, "Fang Yan, how do you think -- how did you become like this?"
Fang Yan was like someone poured a basin of water on his head. His head and face were covered with sweat. His forehead was sweating profusely, and sweat dripped down his cheeks. His clothes were all soaked, but the soaked clothes did not stick to his body. Instead, they were lifted up by an invisible gas.
Yes, Fang Yan’s current state was like a wet doll that was inflated with air.
His face was red, and there was fire burning in his pupils. Heat evaporated from the top of his head, and streams of white gas emerged from his hair, forming a white column that rushed towards the ceiling of the hall.
"I'm going out----" Fang Yan's voice was hoarse, his mouth was dry, and his throat seemed to be roasted dry, without any moisture.
The music stopped, but his Tai Chi heart was still running wildly.
Moreover, it had a tendency to spin faster and faster, completely out of his control.
"----Take a breath." Fang Yan said. It took him two sentences to finish the six words, with a long pause in between.
Hearing Ye Fengsheng's exclamation, Zhu Zidan and the others all turned their attention over, and were horrified when they saw smoke coming out of Fang Yan's head.
"Fang Yan, are you okay? What's wrong with you?"
"Is it poisoned? Someone poisoned the drink-----"
"This is too much. I'm going to fight them f---"
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"I'm fine." Fang Yan knew the situation at home, and said with red eyes: "I'm going out for a walk - I just feel hot. It's too stuffy in here - I'm going out to get some fresh air."
"We'll go with you." Ye Fengsheng said. He didn't know what Fang Yan's current condition was, and was worried that he was poisoned. At this time, they had to protect Fang Yan to prevent people with bad intentions or unwilling generals from taking the opportunity to attack Fang Yan.
Fang Yan did not stop it, and he was powerless to stop it.
He just wanted to rush out, into the ice and snow world outside, feel the cold wind and drink some ice water.
Fang Yan took a step forward.
Hiss----
He had just taken a step when the clothes on his body could not withstand the great force and were torn into pieces. The pieces of clothes were soaked with sweat and fell to the ground as soon as they were separated from his body.
Fang Yan stood in the middle of the hall with his upper body naked, and his body was also covered with hot sweat. It was like he was wearing pants and was under the faucet, and suddenly the phone outside rang and he hurried out to answer the call -
Countless guests stared at the scene happening before their eyes with wide eyes.
This kid----want to run naked
Fang Yan smiled awkwardly, but that smile caused pain in the muscles on his face.
He wanted to explain that it was not what you thought, and I still don’t understand what was going on.
However, his lips moved but no words came out - he tried to avoid being watched by others like they were watching monkeys in a zoo.
So he took another step forward.
Hiss----
Hiss----
Two more crisp sounds were heard, and the two trouser legs were broken into two pieces in the middle, and then fell vertically onto his two shoes.
Wow----
The eyes of the guests who were staring at Fang Yan suddenly widened even wider, and they looked at Fang Yan, who was standing naked in the middle of the hall, completely dumbfounded, with horror or surprise on their faces, and felt that it was worth coming here today.
Fang Yan looked at the reactions of the guests around him, then looked at his own crotch and let out a scream as if he had been molested.
Fang Huohuo, the number one male god in Yanziwu, fell in the starry world of Yanjing today.
(PS: Friendly reminder: "The Ultimate Teacher" was first published on Zongheng Chinese website, Lao Liu’s WeChat public account: liuxiahui28.) (To be continued)