A brief summary of the entire process can be divided into three steps.

Qi Wen appeared, Qi Wen rushed forward, Qi Wen was gone.

Don't forget that Huai Shi is still on fire. Even if the color changes, its essence has not changed. The flames that combine a large amount of catastrophe and negative energy source are simply a soul furnace, even if Qi Wen is so desperate during his lifetime.

He was absolutely dead at once, let alone a copycat that was temporarily made.

This time it was not just Huai Shi, but even Clement was shocked. He didn't expect that he had spent a lot of source quality to summon such a trick.

He didn't know that the flames on Huai Shi actually had the ability to burn the source substance, but he only saw that the resentful old man seemed to have dissipated after hitting Huai Shi.

It seems like my wish has come to heaven.

In other words, is the biggest sin this guy has committed in his life at best the degree to spit on someone else's shoes for no reason?

...Where the hell did this come from the saint?

"You're stupid! I'm a friend of justice!"

Huai Shi reacted, laughed immediately, hid the cold sweat behind her back, and rushed up at Clement again. Then, the Banshee's Skull broke into the air with a moan!

The cavalry sword broke out in response to the sound.

Unexpectedly, he had spent most of his killer moves in vain. Clement's reaction was temporarily slowed down, and the cavalry knife in his hand broke out after it broke.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Huai Shi reverse the hammer handle and pound the sharp end of the flail towards him!

His expression suddenly changed, he took a step back and stabilized his body, subconsciously stretched out his hand to block the poked flail. But then, he felt that the flail was empty and powerless.

Huai Shi has no use of energy at all.

It seemed like he just greeted him in a false way, and then let go of his hand.

Let the flail be snatched by Clement.

"Oh no..."

At that moment, Clement seemed to see the mocking smile under the gas mask.

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When the piano sounded, the alumni in the front row of the auditorium still smiled, and after just applauding politely, they continued to talk to each other about the topic just now.

Regarding investment, options or related matters hidden behind some recent meticulous mobilizations in the department.

The youngest person sitting here is almost forty. After experiencing so many storms, to be honest, I really don’t like the small group of alma mater, and I am more interested in enjoying an atmosphere and relive the memories of the past.

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A few boys who seemed to notice the violin playing on the stage nodded slightly.

"Feng Ning, you see, this one looks good and has a good image."

"Indeed, if you train it, you do have the potential to debut. If you have the chance, you can get in touch with it." The graceful woman nodded slightly and looked at the old man beside her: "I don't understand Qin very much. What do you think, Teacher Zhao?

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Next to him, the old man who lowered his head and peeled orange paused for a moment, as if he was listening, and soon, he couldn't help frowning: "The piano is not good."

The principal who was smiling beside him stiffened his smile and then felt a little embarrassed. I don’t know where he offended this old senior.

Zhao Yu is 74 years old this year. He is a character of his father Beier in terms of qualifications. He was a professor at Dongxia Conservatory of Music, a famous domestic violinist, and a master of string theory.

In the classical music industry, even if one cannot determine one's life or death, such comments are a little too cruel for a young man who is interested in the professional field.

"I mean, Qin, no."

After peeling the oranges, the old man didn't eat them, but just put them on a tissue, as if he was piled into a hill, as if he understood the principal's uneasiness. He explained: "It's a good foundation, it's a good seedling, but the piano is not good.

Remind him, don’t use the brand anymore, as you will ruin yourself.”

“…”

The principal breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his sweat, and explained to Mr. Zhao: "It's a bitter child, and it's not easy to persevere until today."

He was about to explain something, but he saw Mr. Zhao waving his hand.

My eyes that had been hanging down seemed to finally raise up and looked at the stage.

“It’s useless to say more.”

With a hint of white eyes staring at the boy with his head down, as if he was serious: "Let me tell me."

From that moment on, the faint noise and noise in the audience gradually disappeared.

In the end, it turned into silence.

Because the melody has gradually sounded.

It is hard to imagine that the sound of the piano that cannot be described in words actually has such a full emotion, surging like a spring, spreading from under your feet with a slight coldness and softness.

"winter?"

Mr. Zhao raised his eyebrows slightly and his expression gradually became serious.

The Concerto of Vervadi's "Four Seasons" is indeed a classic repertoire in the violin, but the more classic it is, the more it is bound by the explanation and performance of predecessors, and it is difficult to see new ideas.

But where does this kind of full emotion come from?

At the beginning, it seemed like a gentle wind was blowing, and before I knew it, it seemed to have turned into a storm that penetrated my heart.

With the unique thick range of cello, the soul hidden in the shell seemed to tremble in the sound of the piano. Gradually, the intense melody entered a closer rhythm. Finally, it turned into a blizzard, cruelly and fanatically put everything.

Covered inside.

It was like thunder and rain, and the earth was in turmoil.

Since the rapid melody of winter, all joy and joy have been suppressed in this unspeakable prelude, but with a clear string sound appearing in the storm of suffering, the storm's blockade has cracked a gap.

Immediately afterwards, the melody of the wild horse galloped out of the prelude and climbed to the climax of everything. It sped with the sound of the strings, leaving the depression of the past and the wind and snow behind it, and running happily.

All things sing.

The brisk melody has reborn from the bass of suffering, flew into the sky, sprinkling the dew of hope like rain.

At that moment, Mr. Zhao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of strength. He seemed to see the time flowing back, and returned to his once poor and confused years.

Those beautiful, painful, seemingly desperate and bumpy futures leading to hope...

Everything.

I am staggering forward in the cold winter, and the dawn of countless people chasing the end of the sky.

A smile of remembrance appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Even the harsh eyes became gentle, slowly closed their eyes, immersed in this rare relaxation and pleasure.

When the sound of the piano gradually dissipates, silence comes.

The huge auditorium was silent at this moment, and in the long silence, it seemed that everyone was savoring the sound of piano remaining in their memory.

Finally, the silence was finally broken.

Amid the applause of Mr. Zhao.

Immediately afterwards, applause like a storm swallowed up everything, and a fanatical shout came from the audience.

On the chair, Huai Shi MK-II stood up, nodded reservedly, and bowed to thank him.

A smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, without losing his elegance.

"Touching, like the sound of nature."

At the Alumni Chair, even those picky audiences couldn't help but give applause, nodding and sighing: "Watching the child on the stage plays, it reminds people of my past youth."

"Come on, you're so cowardly, how can you compare with others?" Someone glanced at the guy and couldn't help but tear it down, but when he recalled the sound of the piano just now, he still couldn't help but exclaim: "What a genius,

People like me who have no musical cells are almost filled with tears."

The graceful lady just now had her eyes red, picked up the microphone and asked directly: "Excellent performance, young man, what makes you play such a miraculous music?"

It's the medicine, I've given it!

20 mg of love potion plus 1 mg of Sober Dream finally adds 100 ml of alcohol to make a volatile alchemy potion.

If you don’t have enough skills, you can get it.

Not to mention people, if the concentration is higher, I can even cry for you if you are a pig.

Of course, that's not the case.

On the stage, the boy stood up and replied with a smile: "A little talent, and perseverance. Thank you everyone."

After saying that, he took two steps back and turned around and walked into the backstage.

“Be polite!”

The principal was still immersed in the touch just now, and did not forget to look at the old man beside him: "What do you think, Mr. Zhao?"

After pondering for a long time, Mr. Zhao couldn't help but sigh: "A rising star is really scary... Every time I see such a young man, I feel old.

By the way, were you just saying that he was going to take the professional direction?”
To be continued...