Chapter 1242 You Are Not as Good as Me
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After listening to Ye Hong's words, everyone present remained silent, as if they were giving Ye Hong a silent support.
Feeling the strange atmosphere at the scene, Duanmu Chengya and Cangsong Rin were shocked.
They suddenly found that they underestimated Ye Hong's ability to mobilize emotions.
After he said this, the people present obviously had some other opinions.
And this kind of distrust of the jury is a trivial matter in the small, but it may affect the ancient music competitions in the future.
If rumors of unfair judgment spread, it will greatly affect the reputation of the ancient music competition in the ancient music world.
It was a big blow to the reputation of Duanmu Chengya and several judges.
Therefore, it can be clearly seen that the expressions of the two judges with normal scores changed, and they quietly distanced themselves from the other three, as if they were drawing a clear line.
The changes on the jury's seat made the audience below them even more confused.
Cang Songlin knew that he couldn't go on like this, so he quickly put on a dignified look and stared at Ye Hong condescendingly: "Junior, tell me what you are not convinced about, this old man will convince you!"
Ye Hongyi was not afraid, and asked every word: "Why can't "Winter" win the championship?"
These words are dignified, giving people a sense of righteousness.
Everyone's hearts were instantly shocked, and a resonance sounded.
One person couldn't help it, and immediately followed Ye Hong and shouted, "Excuse me, why can't "Winter" win the championship?"
One has two, and one after another shouted out this sentence: "Why can't "Winter" win the championship?"
"Why?!"
The unanimous roar washed the sky and resounded through the heavens and the earth.
This sudden burst of momentum made Cang Songlin on the stage unsteady and almost fell backwards.
He hurriedly stabilized his body, his face twitched slightly, and said solemnly: "It's very simple, because of the lack of ancient rhyme of "Bitter Winter", it is difficult to be rated as the winning song."
After listening to Cangsong Rin's explanation, Ye Hong immediately sneered and said, "Ancient rhyme? Are you also worthy of talking about ancient rhyme?"
He pointed to Yao Ling, who had a bewildered face behind him, and said loudly, "Miss Yao Yao is from an ancient clan, and her fingerings are all in accordance with the ancient rhythm. Do you dare to say that the songs she plays have no ancient rhythm?"
Cangsong Rin's mouth was dry for a while, and he said inwardly, "Even if she is from an ancient clan, doesn't it mean that the song itself is an ancient song, right?"
Cang Songlin smiled coldly: "If I remember correctly, you created this song yourself?
Could it be that you want to say that you came from ancient times?
Ridiculous! "
Ye Hong laughed in anger: "Who said that modern people can't compose ancient songs?
I read ancient books, learn ancient sounds, know ancient rituals...
As long as the mood remains quaint, what can't be quaint?
But I see that a superficial person like you cannot understand my realm.
Of course, I don't understand the ancient meaning in "Winter". "
Ye Hong's undisguised contempt made the arrogant Cangsong Lin burst into anger.
He slapped the table and shouted angrily, "How dare you say that this old man doesn't understand ancient rhymes. You were not born when the old man was in the world of ancient music!"
"Although there is a succession in hearing Taoism, there are also specializations in the arts.
No matter how old you are, the strength of ancient music is far inferior to mine!
So you are not qualified to evaluate this game! "
Ye Hong raised his head and looked directly at Cangsong Lin, his eyes were shining, and his tone was unbending.
Everyone present was stunned.
They found that Ye Hong was not only mad, but mad to the end of the universe, mad to the extreme!
Who would dare to despise Zheshui Leshen Cang Song Rin like this?
Only Ye Hong dares to do this!