Chapter 682 Senior Sister, Listen to My Explanation

The voice was extremely short and then covered up. I couldn't hear the specifics for a moment, but I just felt familiar subconsciously, and I don't know if it was an illusion. Qin Yi didn't have the time to think about that right now, the eyes of the whole hall were on him...

An An felt that if she was standing and watched by a group of people like this, she might be drenched in cold sweat, but the husband still stood there quietly, with a tall and straight figure and calm eyes, without any sense of panic at all.

Prisoner Niu looked a little strange, looked at Qin Yi for a long time, and then muttered in a low voice: "The blood of Father God...although it is very weak...where did it come from?"

Qin Yi smiled and said, "If Your Majesty is interested, we can discuss this in detail later? The concert is more important now, isn't it?"

Prisoner Niu smiled: "It makes sense."

Everyone was stunned.

That's it?

Does it matter if he doesn't kneel?

Prisoner Niu said lightly: "People from China don't follow the rituals of the sea. The blood of the father god does not worship the body of the heir. Sit down."

The tense atmosphere instantly relaxed, and some people could even hear the voices of some people finally exhaling after holding their breath.

The power of no form, the majesty of the king, even if it does not show anything, it will naturally make the subjects extremely depressed. I really don't know how this Shenzhou native can talk with ease...

However, these two sentences made Qin Yi's impression of this fat man instantly improved countless times. It's not bad for a very reasonable man not to be arrogant. Afterwards, you can definitely make friends and exchange ideas about Azhai.

He sat back and waited for the concert to start.

An An quietly tugged on his sleeve, and said in a low voice, "Sir, you... are so bold."

Qin Yi smiled and said, "I admire you even more. A Zhai, who is so talkative, was able to get angry at the time when you were rolling, and you are no one."

An An was extremely embarrassed. After holding back for a long time, she asked curiously: "Mister, have you never kneeled before?"

Qin Yi said, "Yes."

An Anqi asked, "When?"

Qin Yi looked at the front with no expression: "When I was with your wife."

"Bah." An An blushed and stopped talking.

But there was an old tortoise beside the throne saying: "The king's concert is held every few years, and everyone is familiar with the rules, so I won't go into details. It's still the old rule, everyone plays music in turn, as long as it is related to music." , regardless of musical instruments, singing, dancing, or all kinds of cooperation. Whether it is to show skills or to have new ideas, it is not demanding, and there is no ranking. There is only one thing, and it is not allowed to be perfunctory."

Qin Yi nodded when he heard it. This is indeed a love of music, just for music, and has nothing to do with anything else. Previously, I imagined letting hundreds of races flatter me, or wronging them... At least they didn't mean that, they just wanted to enjoy the music of all races. Of course, there is a desire to flatter the various ethnic groups, and they also secretly compete with each other to win the favor of the king, which is another matter.

Like An An turning into a ground roller, it is obviously regarded as "perfunctory", and it is not surprising that the prisoner is offended... People don't ask you to perform well, even if you are familiar with the rehearsal, you shouldn't step on your skirt and roll down, rehearse No rehearsal, not perfunctory...

God knows An An is really not perfunctory, just that virtue. I just don't know if my performance will be normal this time after my special training on opening clam shells...

The various ethnic groups are already performing in turn.

The first ones to appear are Luo Nu, who are particularly confident in this regard.

Qin Yi also felt that their conch sounds were really nice, and their skills were extremely superb, almost Taoist. It's just a pity that only using conch shells is still too monotonous. Those who haven't listened to it a few times like myself will feel very good, but how do you feel after listening to you for tens of thousands of years like a prisoner cow?

Sure enough, the prisoner cow was coiled on the chair, the leader leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes to listen. At first, he shook his head and admired it, but after hearing it, he couldn't help sighing softly, feeling a little disappointed.

She didn't show it, and when the conch girl finished blowing, she still nodded and said, "That's right, there's a reward."

The snail girl happily followed the old turtle to receive the reward, but she didn't know what the reward was. Then the familiar Siren began to sing.

Singing can actually express more things than a single musical instrument, and Siren's singing voice is world-famous. It is a top singer in any era, but it is a pity that they still have their shortcomings.

The song of the siren tends to be seductive, or sad, sad, and so on. The better images are also missing, quiet, boundless, etc. Don't expect any eulogy of joy to be sung from the mouth of the sea monster, and it is difficult to expect to sing praises of beautiful rivers and mountains. These properties are not at all related to the sea monster.

Although there are many races in the sea, after tens of thousands of years, the prisoners are really tired of hearing their things.

As one group after another performed, Qin Yi felt a lot more at ease. He and An An's ensemble may not be enough in terms of skills, but the image of the dance between butterflies and flowers is indeed lacking in the sea, and it will definitely be useful. There is no need to regard this performance as a performance. In this kind of atmosphere, the meaning of learning from other races is stronger. It is obvious that after entering the atmosphere, others are also trying to learn from each other.

After such a long time of edification, most of the ethnic groups have actually developed a love for music, not to mention prison cattle, and others are also looking forward to new products from each ethnic group. Since there is no ranking, there is no tension. Once the atmosphere is in, this is completely a music exchange meeting of various ethnic groups.

It's just obvious that Prisoner Niu's expression is getting more and more disappointed, and he almost starts to sigh.

It's not that everyone's level is not good, nor is it careless, it's just that they are really tired.

A wisp of flute sound floats leisurely, as if the mountain wind is blowing, the fresh fragrance of flowers is faintly scattered, and there are birds singing a cappella in the air.

Just the first note made everyone in the field excited.

Everyone turned their heads to look at the place where the sound of the flute was coming from, and saw the man in Tsing Yi who had stopped kneeling just now stood up again, with the flute on his lips, and the notes were sent lightly, with a leisurely demeanor.

There is a butterfly passing through the flowers, flying up and down, cheerful and leisurely.

Hearing the sound of the flute, Prisoner Niu couldn't help turning his head, as if he wanted to see who was behind him, he turned halfway and endured it again, his eyes were very surprised.

This technique, the whole music theory and the person behind the screen... are all in the same line.

Another flute sounded, and another butterfly chased after him. An An began to make peace.

With a "thump", it fell into the flower.

Qin Yi's cheeks twitched.

Everyone: "..."

Prisoner Bull: "..."

An An's face flushed, and she glanced at Qin Yi's expression in a panic. Qin Yi shook his head slightly, signaling not to be nervous, and the sound of the flute became more gentle.

It seems that the butterfly flying on the flower stretches its wings to pull the one that fell.

After pulling it, but not pulling it up, the butterfly was still rolling under the flower.

"Pfft..." someone laughed out loud.

Prisoner Niu also laughed, this An An... was here to roll around last time, is she here to be cute this time?

But in any case, it still brings unprecedented novelty to it.

Very interesting flute sound, even if the butterflies are rolling, it is also interesting.

Seeing that the prisoner cow was not angry, but was smiling instead, An An felt a little more at ease, gradually became more courageous, and behaved much more normally. I have to say that the recent training of opening clam shells is still very useful. Her acceptance of onlookers is more than one level better than before, and her mentality calms down so quickly.

The big butterfly above got down from the flowers and stretched out its wings to the little butterfly again. The little butterfly climbed on it and flew out happily.

In the midst of joy, hidden feelings gradually arise, and the little butterfly chases the big butterfly attached, flying around and reluctantly.

Prisoner Niu was nodding his head when he heard this, and he had already got three tastes of this teasing. It's pretty good to say... He was having fun, but suddenly felt a murderous aura coming from behind him.

Prisoner Niu blinked and said nothing.

A song gradually ends.

There was thunderous applause in the hall.

It's not that he played very well, but in terms of skill alone, he was inferior to everyone else, and An An had just passed at most. However, the fresh meaning of the butterfly dance in the mountains is completely different from the images of the various ethnic groups in the sea, and it really brings unprecedented new ideas to everyone.

Hearing the applause around him, An An was very happy, and looked at Qin Yi beside him with a smile on his face, with gentle eyes.

But Qin Yi's face was stiff at this time, and he forgot to put down the flute from his lips.

Just a moment ago, it seemed to feel murderous? A very familiar murderous look, like... like...

At this moment, a voice of gnashing teeth came from behind the screen: "I know that little girl Pao, the flute skills are not as good as ten years ago. Compared with myself, she has regressed to the mud! The worst part of this concert is this song Hurry up and drive them out, I'm upset!"

Qin Yi's face turned green.

Prisoner Niu stretched out a pair of short hands, touched Qin Yi's chin, looked at Qin Yi, and said leisurely: "Perhaps you all think that this concert is the custom of this king... In fact, this concert is specially organized for this king, Shangqing, and let her collect The Voice of Hundred Clans. So... since she said so..."

The Yuren guards who were supposed to fork him out looked at each other, at a loss.

"Wait, wait a minute!" Qin Yi shouted: "Sister, listen to my explanation!"