If everyone knew what Ye Hong was thinking, they would definitely be shocked by Ye Hong's arrogance again.
It's a pity that no one can see through Ye Hong's mind.
In the weird atmosphere, a melodious piano sound began to slowly come out from the pine bridge.
The sound of the piano is as elegant as the wind, gently blowing on everyone's hearts.
Everyone present was stunned for a moment, and suddenly began to close their eyes silently, enjoying the music.
Cangsong Lin, who was taking a nap in the judges' box, suddenly opened his eyes, frowned and said: "I have underestimated this girl.
But that’s all, compared to Song Shu Zhou Ruo and others, it’s still a little worse.”
Before he finished speaking, the music in his ears suddenly changed!
The sound of the piano suddenly rose from low and melodious to a violent storm!
Everyone was trembling slightly, as if they could feel the oppression of the heavy downpour filling the world.
But at the same time, the heat that originally filled everyone's bodies seemed to be washed away by the heavy rain.
The strange sounds on the field gradually disappeared, and suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
Everyone closed their eyes silently, immersed in this artistic conception, and couldn't help but break.
Cang Songlin's face had begun to look ugly.
One of the judges nearby praised: "It's rare to hear such profound artistic conception."
"The key is that this is something people created themselves."
"This kid is amazing!"
Listening to the praises of other judges, Cangsong Rin's face became increasingly ugly.
The higher everyone's evaluation of this piece of music, the more ridiculous Cangsong Rin's previous words became.
Therefore, every time Yao Ling plays a note now, it makes Cansong Lin irritated.
He couldn't wait to step forward and snatch the guqin from Yao Ling's hand, and yelled: Stop playing it, I will lose face if you play again!
The one with the same gloomy expression as Cangsong Rin was, of course, the Yitian Dragon Slaying Team who had previously thought they had a chance to win.
Song Shu and Zhou Ruo looked at Yao Ling who was playing seriously on the stage with gloomy expressions and gritted their teeth.
Of course they could hear the beauty of the music.
But the key point is that he is solo!
One versus two, with no slight disadvantage, Song Shu and Zhou Ruo felt an extreme sense of contempt.
And just when everyone thought that the song would end in heavy rain, Yao Ling on the stage pointed her fingers together with a solemn look on her face.
The gentle, close, slow and twisting suddenly began to become a heavy challenge.
Every time he plays the strings, it seems like Yao Ling needs all his strength.
And with such exertion, the sound of the piano began to change from a continuous heavy rain to another style!
"Listen! It's the wind!"
“It’s not the snow that’s so cold”
The sound of the piano is sharp, like the cold wind blowing across the square in the twelfth lunar month.
Many people suddenly hugged their arms tightly, feeling a chill rising in their hearts.
All sleepiness, tiredness, and warmth all disappeared under the sound of the piano!
It seems that only the twelfth lunar month of winter remains between heaven and earth.
Winter is coming, it’s freezing cold!
This is the climax and the real core meaning of the ancient song "Winter"!
Many people had already begun to chatter with their teeth, looking at the little girl with a solemn face on the field in horror.
The judges on the judges' bench could not sit still for a long time. They all stood up with a look of astonishment on their faces.
"[Lejing]!"
"Yes, this must be the legendary playing realm [music realm] that can directly affect people's state of mind!"
"Oh my God, this little girl can actually pop up [Lejing] at such a young age. I remember that she only became old when she was fifty years old."
When the man was halfway through his words, he didn't dare to say any more and glanced at Cangsong Rin awkwardly.
(End of chapter)