At this moment, only the candle in front of Yu Yu's right was still on, and half of the pavilion was plunged into darkness. Yu Qingjia's wrist was held down, she was stunned, and she turned around in astonishment: "You fox..."
When her eyes touched the people around her, Yu Qingjia's remaining words suddenly disappeared from her lips. Murong Yan was dressed in black, with narrow sleeves and cinched around the waist, with dark patterns circling around, which outlined him extremely heroically.
Especially striking is the fact that his face is covered with a silver mask. The mask has teeth and claws, long ears and fangs, and only a pair of eyes are exposed. Wearing such a mask is undoubtedly very scary. Yu Qingjia was shocked one after another, and now she is staring at Murong Yan in a daze, almost unable to speak.
Yinzhu was serving outside the bamboo curtain, she seemed to feel a flash in front of her just now, but the candle inside went out, Yinzhu thought it was a strong autumn night, and blew out the candle inside. Yinzhu didn't notice it, and said carelessly: "Miss, why did the lamp suddenly go out? This servant will come and light the lamp."
"No need." Yu Qingjia hurriedly yelled outside, through the bamboo curtain, she could see Yinzhu was about to step forward but was stopped, she didn't take back her steps, she looked very puzzled.
Yu Qingjia cleared her throat, and said in the most ordinary tone possible: "It's just the wind, and it doesn't affect my playing the piano. Only in the half-light and half-darkness can there be an elegant environment. You don't have to come in."
What is so elegant about the pavilion being half dark and half bright? Yinzhu didn't know why, but although she was stupid, she never asked too many questions. Since Miss Six said no, Yinzhu said "Oh" and continued to stay outside.
After sending Yinzhu away, Yu Qingjia lowered her voice and asked quietly, "Why are you here?"
Obviously, I only met before going out at noon today, but Yu Qingjia dare not recognize the person in front of me now. Murong Yan's appearance was so beautiful that it was indistinguishable, Yu Qingjia was used to the impact of his face on weekdays, and rarely paid attention to other things. Now Murong Yan used an extremely arrogant and terrifying mask to cover his appearance. He was dressed in black, with slender arms and a straight upper body. From shoulders to back to waist, he outlined an extremely beautiful line. He simply sat here, with silent murderous aura and coercion coming out, noble and awe-inspiring, making people dare not stare at him.
Yu Qingjia was also overwhelmed by this momentum. If it weren't for the fact that the voice just now was too familiar, Yu Qingjia would never dare to recognize that it was Murong Yan. It was also at this time that Yu Qingjia could not see Murong Yan's face, so Yu Qingjia realized that his figure was also extremely good-looking. Although he was tall and thin, both his arms and his back were silently showing the strength of his master.
Yu Qingjia couldn't keep shouting "fox spirit" anymore. Because of her unreliable father, Yu Qingjia always thought that Murong Yan was a woman before, and she was used to screaming "fox spirit" and "fox spirit" all day long. Later, when she suddenly learned that Murong Yan was actually a man, Yu Qingjia knew about it intellectually , Subconsciously, he still regards him as one of his own. But at this moment, Yu Qingjia realized very clearly that Murong Yan was not a woman. He is completely different from himself.
If Murong Yan had appeared in front of her in this attire from the very beginning, even if Yu Wenjun tugged at her ear and shouted, Yu Qingjia would not have mistaken Murong Yan for a woman. When he was sitting quietly in the sun reading a book in white clothes, he was so beautiful, but when he changed into black clothes and covered his face with a mask, the heroic and aggressive spirit in his bones rushed to his face.
Murong Yan didn't answer Yu Qingjia's question. The only remaining candle flickered, reflecting flickering lights on his silver mask, making his eyes dark and deep, invisible: "She has a problem. , it is not the same person who played the piano twice."
When she realized who the "she" in Murong's cornice was, Yu Qingjia was shocked. Because she knew the existence of the system, she could see Yu Qingya's true face clearly, but Murong Yan didn't know any information, how could he say with certainty that there was something wrong with Yu Qingya?
Yu Qingjia asked, "Why?"
Murong Yan's tone was light, and his slender fingers brushed silently across the strings: "After a person experiences certain things, such as a sudden decline in family fortune or imprisonment, the style of music and lyrics will change drastically. But no matter what the change, Some habits of fingers will not be changed. The two pieces she played just now did not have any redundant movements on her hands."
Murong Yan's words were brief, but Yu Qingjia already understood. Even if a person deliberately corrects when playing the piano, it is difficult to notice small movements such as how to press the strings and how to pull the strings with the fingers. This is a habit of the body and will not be changed due to changes in mood. Yu Qingya didn't know what kind of messy medicine she had used, but suddenly her piano skills improved by leaps and bounds this afternoon, and she was able to play Changhong tune overnight. However, Yu Qingjia was very sure that when she saw Yu Qingya in the water pavilion this afternoon, it was Yu Qingya herself who played the piano, but just now, the person manipulating the body has become a system. Even with the help of props, Yu Qingya will have some micro-movements of her own when playing the piano, but the system is different. Every movement and every step of the system is calculated. Everything is aimed at the fastest and most efficient, so the technique of playing the piano back and forth is inevitable There are discrepancies.
Murong Yan relied on such a subtle and concealed flaw to infer that there was something wrong with Yu Qingya, and that the person who played the piano was not the same person.
Yu Qingjia did not expect that Murong Yan could not only hear the mistakes in the ensemble of many instruments, but now he could even hear the inconsistencies in the movements of Yu Qingya's hands. Yu Qingjia stared at Murong Yan's mask with a cold light, feeling extremely complicated.
Murong Yan noticed Yu Qingjia's gaze, and looked back at her questioningly: "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Yu Qingjia shook her head and sighed faintly, "Now I'm a little glad that you are a man." If Murong Yan is a woman, with his comparison, other women don't need to marry.
Murong Yan didn't bother to find out the meaning behind Yu Qingjia's words. He was dressed in black and sat in front of the piano case, leisurely and elegant, with one hand casually resting on the piano: "Have you decided to play anything?"
Yu Qingjia looked across, the lakeside was brightly lit, Yu Qingya was waiting for her challenge, King Yingchuan and the rest of the people were also eagerly waiting. At this moment, everyone is watching her. She only has one chance to try. She becomes famous overnight when she wins. If she loses, all her hard work collapses immediately, and she will always bear the name of failure forever in the future.
Yu Qingjia knew that once she played the first note, she would have no right to turn back. She was extremely solemn and refused to do it lightly. Anyway, Murong Yan had already discovered the clues of Yu Qingya, so Yu Qingjia simply broke the jar and said to Murong Yan: "You don't know, Yu Qingya is... very evil now, and she can't be treated by the standard of normal people. No matter how difficult it is to pop up As long as she listens to the tune, she can remember it, and then she can analyze how each sound is made. Then keep her from seeing it, and she can reproduce the whole set of movements."
"Since she can memorize the score, then don't work **** the score." Murong Yan stroked the strings with his fingers, and suddenly picked out a very soft note, "If she can't keep up, won't it be enough?"
Yu Qingjia suddenly thought of something: "You mean... Chang Hongqu?"
"Changhong?" Even if you couldn't see his expression, you could feel Murong Yan frowning in disgust, "Why did you choose such a name?"
Yu Qingjia was speechless, she didn't choose this name, and she didn't know it either. After Murong Yan said this, Yu Qingjia's thoughts became clear, but Yu Qingjia frowned in embarrassment: "I just wrote this piece a few days ago, and when I wrote it, I deliberately kept it in mind that people couldn't play it. I have never practiced playing the whole piece.”
This sentence was defiant and provocative, Yu Qingjia glared at Murong Yan angrily, and began to tune with his right hand: "Rampant, who do you look down on?"
As early as when Murong Yan uttered the first sound, there was a small commotion in the banquet hall. When everyone saw Yu Qingjia walking to the opposite side, there was no movement for a long time. Several candles in the water pavilion were blown out by the wind, but she did not call the maidservant to relight them. The pavilions are shrouded in the sparkling lake light, and the half-light and half-darkness are more demonic. Yu Qingjia didn't make a sound, and the people in the banquet hall stared with bated breath, waiting quietly.
Suddenly, the first sound sounded, although it was light and faint, but the echo was heavy, as if there was a continuous murderous intent in the lingering sound. Afterwards, the opposite pavilion tried the notes of each string one by one, and even those who couldn't understand the rhythm knew that the battle was about to begin.
When Murong Xu heard Yu Qingjia's voice, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. The girls gathered in the water pavilion in the afternoon also exchanged glances with each other in amazement: "It turned out to be the Changhong song in the afternoon."
The tune of Changhong Qu is extremely special, it can be said that there is no one before, and there must be no one to come later. Upon hearing this impressive chord, most of the people present immediately realized that Yu Qingjia was going to use Changhong Qu to fight.
Yu Qingya could also hear that the system had already converted Changhong Qu into later staves and stored it in the database. Now that it hears familiar scales, it can immediately invoke the program without recording, deciphering, or transcoding.
After repeated victories, the system has full confidence in its powerful processor. Instead of waiting for Zhou Suzhi and others to finish playing like the previous two times, it directly manipulates the hands to press the strings and play in sync with Yu Qingjia.
Hearing the sound coming from the room, the onlookers gasped in amazement and became even more excited. The two played together, and if there was any mistake, it would be discovered immediately, which was much more exciting than the previous two.
The sound of the piano sounded in the water pavilion and the banquet hall at the same time, and the two sounds overlapped, and the hostility between them almost turned into substance. In the heart of the lake, Yu Qingjia's fingers were flying like flowers, light and precise, and her fingertips seemed to be dancing on the strings of a piano. As they gradually entered a dangerous situation, the sound of the piano became more and more tense. The sound of the piano was short and light, but it seemed that there was a murderous intent brewing in the silent place.
Murong Yan sat beside Yu Qingjia, quietly listening to the voices on both sides, and when he got here, he suddenly whispered: "Here we are."
Before the people inside realized what was going on, the sound of the zither suddenly burst out, and the dangers of Jin Ge appeared one after another. Yu Qingya still followed without stopping, but the crowd burst into exclamations.
"It turned out to be an ensemble played by two people! No wonder..."
In the heart of the lake, Yu Qingjia's fingers lightly hooked repeatedly, and Murong Yan stretched out his hand to play the piano. The movements of the two are not exactly the same, the voices are slightly intertwined and blended with each other, strange and gorgeous, and the splendor is extraordinary. Others said before that this piece has a murderous air, and Murong Yan's handwriting is included in it, isn't it murderous?
Originally, it was composed by two people in a competition. The piano score was written by two people. Only when they play together can they truly reflect the uniqueness of this long song. Yu Qingjia and Murong Yan didn't exchange a word, they all relied on inspiration and tacit cooperation, and it was precisely because of this that the piano music became more exciting. The two of them coincidentally moved faster and faster, with a murderous look, and the listener's mood became more and more tense. Yu Qingya was still able to follow, but now that Murong Yan joined her, it became more and more difficult for her to follow. Suddenly there was a sudden turning point in the water pavilion, with several accents in succession, Yu Qingya didn't expect, her fingers were thrown off immediately. On the other side, the sound of the piano became more and more intense. Yu Qingya was so angry when she heard this, she kept urging the system in her mind: "I missed a sound just now, the system can quickly pick it up, and you can continue playing."
Of course the system also wanted to, it waited for an opportunity to find an entry point, but just when it was about to connect several times, it was overwhelmed by the passionate and beautiful music over there, the system failed even after several attempts, and could only sit blankly by the piano , with nowhere to rest the hands.
Yu Qingjia's piano sound changed strangely and became more and more gorgeous, and there were already exclamations from the crowd. With a smile in Murong Xu's eyes, he clapped his hands slowly and praised: "Good! This is the real sound of killing, the song of regicide."
The sound of the piano gradually came to an end, and after the last burst of brilliant collision, the sound of the piano was completely absorbed. The loose sound on the strings is still vibrating, and the air seems to still have reverberations. The people by the water couldn't wait, and they clapped their hands and applauded: "It's brilliant, with spears and spears. It's faint and booming, and it's windy and windy. It's really amazing!"
The audience was full of praise, and many people were so emotional that they wanted to find paper to write the preface on the spot. Zhou Suzhi was still worried about Yu Qingjia at the beginning, but later on, her mind was completely attracted by the sound of the piano, and then loosened and tightened, as if she also followed to assassinate the king once. She was too excited, pulling the people beside her to talk continuously, so that she didn't have time to pay attention to Yu Qingya who was thrown away.
When things come to this, there is no need to announce the result, everyone has a winner in their hearts. Yu Qingjia won this round beautifully. From the very beginning, she had already overwhelmed Yu Qingya in momentum in the draw stage. Later, the climax turned brilliantly and she directly threw Yu Qingya away. After that, Yu Qingya never found a chance to intervene again.
The system seems to have encountered some incalculable problem. It manipulated Yu Qingjia's body and sat there blankly for a while. The huge amount of bioelectricity in the human body had already caused a great load on it. Now the program suddenly went out of order, and the system data flow stalled. , soon blacked out and crashed. The system became disordered, and the control of the body suddenly returned to Yu Qingya's hands. The handover of body control is a very uncomfortable process. In addition, Yu Qingya was already very tired, and the reality and reality alternated all of a sudden. Yu Qingya was extremely weak, and she couldn't even control her balance, so she fell to the ground directly.
At this time, Yu Qingya felt lucky. Fortunately, everyone was talking about Yu Qingjia and Chang Hongqu eagerly outside, and no one paid attention to the room, so no one saw her ugly appearance at this time. Hongluan was taken aback by Yu Qingya's stiff posture, and hurried forward to support her. Yu Qingya's limbs were still numb, and she was almost lifted up by Hongluan and others. Just when she was able to stand upright, Yu Qingya quickly said, "Call someone over immediately, I'm not feeling well, and I need to go home immediately."
Hong Luan and the others supported her to sit down in the side hall next to her, and then ran out to find the coachman. Yu Qingya's legs are still stiff now. Although she is sitting, her posture is very strange, her joints are stiff like a puppet, but her movements are soft. It's actually pretty scary if you look closely.
Hongluan didn't dare to look, so she found excuses to go around the house, but she didn't keep her eyes on Yu Qingya. Yu Qingya raised her hand with difficulty, and she had a hard time doing just this one movement.
She looked at the hands without blinking her eyes, and suddenly a mocking and painful smile appeared on her lips.
She took nerve drugs, and she was no match for Yu Qingjia. She endured the pain and let the system go, but she still lost.
That is an invulnerable and omnipotent system, which symbolizes the highest-tech brain in the future. Why can't it compare to a mortal with only flesh and blood?
The author has something to say: faint boom, wind and rain. Splendid and splendid, with spears and spears. ——Northern Song Dynasty "Qin Shu · Stopping Preface"
Machines can execute, but they cannot create. Imagination is the most precious wealth of human beings~ (and sour love, dog head)