Fang Yan has never experienced anything like that.
Just hearing a song, no, just a simple melody can trigger the awakening rotation of Tai Chi.
In the past, Dongcai was able to use Tai Chi when he encountered extremely dangerous situations.
It was like discovering a new world, which made Fang Yan feel fresh and shocked.
The heart of Tai Chi spins faster and faster, and the Tai Chi vortex sinks deeper and deeper.
The vortex forms a black hole that can swallow anything rolled up.
The Dantian was hot, and the heat spread throughout the body, and Fang Yan's entire body also became warm.
It was freezing and snowy outside, and the heat outside was not too high. It was just like a sunrise rising above Fang Yan's head, just missing him from exerting his heat.
Steaming hot!
Still unable to hear that single and dull sound, it cycled back and forth again and again.
Sometimes Qiu breaks out and is suppressed again. It broke out again and pressed eastward again. Sometimes I sink to the east, and there is no sound at all. The sigh of the lonely old man is gone, and the cry of the wind is gone.
The wind stopped and people died.
The world is quiet!
Silent, like the fate of many people.
Just when I couldn't feel its presence and thought everything was over, it came out from a distant place again, whimpering and mourning.
Is it like an old man who has been hurt by love? She had a cruel lover when she was young. They promised to hold on to their son's legs and grow old together with him. Current events have changed and the world has gone through vicissitudes of life. Two people who are cruel to each other may live in separate places, or may be separated forever by life and death. But no, in countless lonely nights or early mornings in Dongyu, could she always think of the happy times they had together, but she could never think of the face she once thought was so familiar.
Or is he like a young man who has a difficult fate? He is smart and talented. Because he offended his boss or his son in the company, he was expelled and framed again and again, but he was unwilling to be ordinary all his life. He gritted his teeth and stubbornly worked hard day after day, raising his head again and again, but he could never escape the power. The web weaved by wealth.
That Xiao sound reflects everyone's state of mind, everyone's destiny, the cry of every sad person, and the loneliness and anger of every poor person.
There were young girls crying, some middle-aged men with red eyes, and many elderly people hiding in the dark shadows. You couldn't see their expressions, but could you feel his regret and sadness? have no choice.
Fang Yan's Tai Chi heart merged with the tune.
When the whistle is low and gentle, the heart of Tai Chi rotates gently and comfortably.
When the Xiao Sheng was about to reach its peak, Tai Chi's heart also accelerated and felt like it was about to explode.
When the whistle sank to the bottom of the valley, so deep that there was no sound, and when the tea room was empty after people walked out, Fang Yan's Tai Chi heart also stopped suddenly, just like the calm lake surface.
The whistle rises again and is suppressed again.
Get up again, press again.
Lifted up again and again, pressed eastward again and again.
I lit the fuse, anticipating the loud bang. I stabbed out the knife, waiting for the blood to spill on my face. I wasted time and energy on flirting and friction, but that moment of the essence of the combination of spirit and flesh erupted -
explode!
Everyone is expecting it to explode!
Fang Yan's Tai Chi heart also went through such a process. Just when it was about to explode, shatter his Dantian, and tear his body into a puddle of flesh, it returned to calm again and again. Then it explodes again and calms down again.
Over and over again, as if begging to spend a lifetime!
Woo woo woo—
The whistling sound gradually faded away, and then disappeared without a trace or sound.
Finally, everything disappeared!
The old man walked away from the window for a long time without waiting for her lover, and the young man struggled all his life in obscurity. I clicked on the lead, but it turned out to be a squib. I stabbed out a knife, but it was empty. I flirted and rubbed, but met an unknown person. People who are cruel to me——
All living beings suffer!
That is a very sad story!
Quiet!
Still deathly quiet!
The music had stopped for a long time and the lights were still not turned on in the hall.
Everyone stood silently in the darkness, not knowing whether they were waiting for the sound of Xiao to sound again from the desolate wilderness or the boundless sky, or whether they were silent in the memories of the past.
"In the old days, the moonlight shone on him several times. Playing the flute beside the plum blossoms evoked beauties, and the weeds in the pond were chilling and climbing." A clear male voice suddenly sounded in the darkness.
"How old and bright I am, I have all forgotten the spring breeze and my writing style. But strangely enough, the flowers are sparse outside the bamboos, and the cold fragrance enters the Yao mat."
"The country of the river is in complete silence. I send my sighs to the road far away, and the snow is beginning to accumulate at night. The green emeralds are easy to dry up, and the red calyx is silent in memory."
"I remember that where I once held my legs, thousands of trees were pressing down on me, and the West Lake was cold and green. The patches were blown away. When will we see them again?"
The man is very talented in reciting, and when he sings a lonely and helpless ancient poem with his unique voice, it makes people feel deeply involved, and loneliness is like a shadow.
The poem and the music's chirping echoed each other and promoted each other. Joy is the sound of the heart, and words are the soul of joy. It makes people's whole body feel limp, as if life is lifeless.
The person reading the lyrics was General Xing. Even though it was in the dark, Fang Yan could still hear his voice.
Fang Yan's Tai Chi heart whirled because of an unknown song by Yue Chi, and Jiang Junxing was also deeply moved.
It doesn't matter whether you have feelings or not. You can express your feelings in appropriate poems. That shows a person's cultural accomplishment and personal quality.
After listening to General Xing's explanation, we can have a deeper understanding of Le Chi's song. Many people may mistakenly express their gratitude to the general, right
Is this kid always able to win people's hearts silently and moisturizingly
Snapped!
It wasn't until the man finished reading the words that the hall lights were lit again in unison.
The girls hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes. Many people rubbed their eyes and forced out sad smiles, while more people lowered their heads and drank to hide their sadness.
Snapped!
Someone applauded.
Bang bang bang—
More people join in.
After a few breaths, the audience applauded like thunder.
There is no music fanatic, no huge band and gorgeous musical instrument accompaniment, but there is a clear Xiao, but it leads everyone to read the prosperous and reflect on their own life -
Then you are crazy about music!
Ye Fengsheng rubbed his eyes, looked at Ruan Qian next to him with red eyes, and said: "I don't know what's going on, but I feel uncomfortable in my heart - as if that girl doesn't want to beg him anymore."
"Le Chi is well-deserved for her reputation. Her music is not only pleasant to the ears, but also cleansing the soul -" Zhu Zidan, a fierce man, actually burst into tears, like those little women.
"Is it like listening to a sad story or watching a sad movie-" Chen Yanqing said-
Ye Fengsheng turned to look at Fang Yan and said, "Fang Yan, I think - how did I become like that?"
Fang Yan felt as if someone had poured a basin of water on his head, his head and face were covered with sweat, his forehead was dripping with sweat, and the sweat slid down his face drop by drop. All of his clothes were soaked, but the soaked clothes did not stick to his body, but were lifted up by the invisible gas.
No, Fang Yan's state at this time is like a wet doll that has been filled with air.
His face was red, and there were flames burning in his pupils. The hot air evaporated from the Heavenly Spirit Cover, and liquid red gas emerged from the hair, forming a red pillar and rushing towards the ceiling of the hall.
"He's out—" Fang Yan's voice was hoarse, his mouth was dry, and his throat felt like it had been roasted dry, without any moisture.
The music stopped, but his Tai Chi heart was still running crazily.
Moreover, it had a tendency to turn faster and faster, completely out of his control.
"—Take a breath." Fang Yan said. It took two sentences to finish the six words, with a long pause in between.
Hearing Ye Fengsheng's exclamation, Zhu Zidan and the others also turned their attention. When they saw the smoke coming from Fang Yan's head, they were all shocked.
"Fang Yan, am I okay? What's wrong with me?"
"Are you poisoned? Someone poisoned the drink—"
“He bullied people so much that he fought with them—”—
"He's fine." Fang Yan knew the situation at home and said with red eyes: "If he goes out for a walk, he feels hot. It's too stuffy in there. He goes out to breathe."
"They are with me." Ye Fengsheng said. He didn't know what Fang Yan's condition was now, and was worried about whether he was suffering from poisoning symptoms. At that time, they must be by Fang Yan's side to prevent people who are pregnant or unwilling generals from taking advantage of Fang Yan's legs.
Fang Yan didn't stop it, and he was powerless to stop it.
He just wanted to rush out and rush into the ice and snow world outside, blow in the cold wind and drink a few sips of ice water.
Fang Yan took steps.
Hiss—
He just took a step, and the clothes he was wearing couldn't withstand the force and were torn into pieces. The pieces of clothing were filled with sweat and fell to the ground as soon as they were separated from the body.
Fang Yan stood naked in the middle of the hall, feeling hot and sweaty. Just like after he washed his body in his pants on the east side of the water faucet, suddenly there was a demonstration outside and he rushed out to answer the phone -
Countless guests looked at the scene happening in front of them with wide eyes.
That kid—do you want to run naked
Fang Yan smiled awkwardly, but the smile made the muscles on his face hurt.
He wants to explain that it is not what we think, and he still doesn't know what it is.
But, his lips moved, but no words came out - let's avoid their onlookers like watching monkeys in the zoo.
Otherwise, he took another step.
Hiss—
Hiss—
Two more crisp sounds were heard, and the two trouser legs were broken into two pieces from the middle, and then fell vertically on top of his shoes.
Wow—
The eyes of the guests who were staring at Fang Yan suddenly widened even wider. They looked at Fang Yan, who was standing naked in the middle of the hall, completely stunned, with faces full of shock and surprise. They felt like they were well off tomorrow.
Fang Yan looked at the reactions of the guests around him, then looked at his crotch, and screamed as if he had been molested.
The first male god of Yanziwu, Fang Huohuo, fell into the starry world of Yanjing.