The ancient music that Xu Sheng left to Ling Qi was a song called Flowers in the Water, with only the first section having music.
Ling Qi once again took out the Warring States chime and suspended it in mid-air.
He jumped to the middle of the chime, mobilized his spiritual consciousness, and moved the chime with his calligraphy.
Suddenly, a melodious melody sounded in the wide stone cave.
Since Ling Qi was a master of ancient music, he was also an excellent singer.
He immediately opened his red lips and sang softly.
In the cold rain and wind How prosperous it is like a dream Once upon a time colorful blown down by the wind Suddenly looking back Love is like smoke Time flies away like water leave no trace Ye Jian discovered that under Ling Qi's interpretation of this ancient music, combined with the unique sound of the Warring States chimes, it had a unique artistic conception.
Ye Jian and Ling Xiaoxiao were stunned for a moment.
After Ling Qi finished singing, she floated down and walked to Ye Jian: "The only thing left by Xu Sheng Kong Fan is this ancient song.
The rest is up to you.
You sing it a cappella first, and I will record the ancient song."
"Will the formation in this cave be automatically lifted after I finish singing?"
Ye Jian asked.
"Haha, it can't be that simple.
The formation set up by Xu Sheng is amazingly powerful.
Your cultivation level is too low.
I must use the Warring States Chime Artifact to inspire the powerful ancient music spirit to activate the unsetting of the formation."
Ye Jian cleared his throat and began to sing the remaining words and music of Flowers in the Water.
This song is a famous song by Hong Kong superstar Alan Tam.
Ye Jian liked it very much before traveling through time, so he was very familiar with it.
A melodious singing voice began to come from Ye Jian's mouth: I see flowers in the water Forced to keep a touch of red How can I be tossed around in the wind and dust There is no longer the color of the past I saw me in tears Unable to keep anything Only in a drunken trance
There are still some old dreams Ling Qi is an expert in ancient music.
In order to continue writing this ancient music, he tried many versions of the tune, but it was always difficult to completely continue the rhythm of the ancients thousands of years ago.
When Ye Jian opened his mouth, Ling Qi was shocked.
This was the ancient music that she had been thinking about day and night for more than two hundred years.
As Ye Jian sang, a hint of bookishness slowly emerged.
For Ling Qi, she naturally didn't care about this bit of bookishness, but it proved that Ye Jian's singing was correct.
Ling Qi did not dare to be distracted and listened intently to Ye Jian's singing while quickly summarizing the corresponding music score in her mind.
Ling Xiaoxiao looked at Ye Jian, who was singing affectionately, with an intoxicated smile on his face.
In this intoxication, there is love, pride, and pride.
This emotion can only be enjoyed by Ling Xiaoxiao, because Ye Jian in front of him, It is the person who has gone through the test of life and death with her, and they are in love with her, and they are unforgettable.
For Ling Xiaoxiao, there is no need to do what he wants in this life.
Although the two of them also face the gap between the human race and the demon world, compared to the love between their saint ancestors Ling Qi and Kong Lan, the pressure they face is easier A lot, the identity of the two is very simple, no one will care about their union, this is where she is luckier than Ling Qi.
Ling Qi suddenly turned her head and glanced at Ling Xiaoxiao beside her.
When she saw the way she looked at Ye Jian, and then looked at Ye Jian who was singing affectionately, she seemed to understand something.
The singing continued to float in the cave.
These flying flowers have fallen The affection of the past has long since become empty This flowing water passes slowly and hurriedly Who can save him for a moment Feelings of falling flowers No hope in this world Let the rain and wind blow and you will be silent as if it was me La la la,,, Ye Jian finished singing.
Ling Xiaoxiao clapped excitedly.
Ling Qi stood with tears in her eyes.
It has to be said that the artistic conception of the lyrics of "Flower in the Water" is so consistent with her life experience that she can't help feeling that she is like a flower in the water.
Back then, as a saint in the devil world, she was arrogant and beautiful, and her fame spread far and wide across the Great Desolate Continent and Hunyuan Continent.
She became the dream lover of men all over the world and the object of jealousy for countless girls.
Her life scenery was unparalleled and could be said to be "so many flowers".
Like a dream, it was once colorful."
However, a brief encounter changed her life.
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For love, she bravely gave up everything, gave up the Saint of the Demon World, and seceded from the Demon World.
She originally thought that as long as she and Kong Lan were determined, nothing would be possible.
Block two people.
However, she realized that she was wrong.
The special identities of the two people could not be eliminated by themselves.
The thousand-year blood feud between the human race and the demon world could not be solved by them just because they did not care.
Behind the two people were two nations, and the two of them Unfortunately, they have become two opposite representatives.
It is too difficult to go against the wishes of millions of people and fulfill one's own wishes.
Ling Qi is like a flower in the water.
She insists on retaining a touch of red, but she has been tossed in the dust and no longer has the color of the past.
After being imprisoned by Xu Sheng for more than two hundred years, the years had almost wiped out her aspirations and dreams.
Regarding her original love, she once doubted whether such a heavy price was worth it.
Where is Kong Lan now?
Over the past two hundred years, has he forgotten himself?
Have you already had sex with another woman?
She had no way of knowing, and she couldn't change it.
Thinking about her own experience, Ling Qi burst into tears and walked slowly towards the center of the cave, humming softly: "The flying flowers have fallen, the deep love in the past has long been gone, the water is rushing by, who can keep him for a moment, The feeling of falling flowers has no place in the world, and it is silent despite the rain and wind, as if it were me."
Ye Jian and Ling Xiaoxiao looked at Ling Qi's back and listened to her sad and sad singing, silent.
There was an atmosphere of sadness permeating the cave.
"Do you think I'm pitiful?"
Ling Qi suddenly turned around and looked at Ling Xiaoxiao and Ye Jian.
Ye Jian saw that Ling Qi's face was full of tears, and her originally gorgeous temperament also seemed a little sluggish, which showed how much her mind was hurt in that moment.
Ling Qi's heart was originally filled with persistence, and this tone has existed for two hundred years.
She wanted to prove to Xu Sheng Kong Fan that Ling Xiaoxiao's luck, talent, and talent were not inferior to his.
She would definitely be able to see the light of day again.
She wanted to personally Standing in front of Kong Fan, the Void Sage, he looked at Kong Fan with contempt and told him: What you win over me is only time.
You were born hundreds of years earlier than me, but in the end you will lose to time, and I will eventually surpass you.
Now, once she solved the two problems set by Xu Sheng, her heart suddenly lost the tone, there was no resistance, and it was also a kind of loneliness.
Her mind suddenly opened up, and she turned to question her persistence for the past two hundred years.
This was a kind of loneliness.
Right or wrong If it takes two hundred years to prove one's right or wrong, this would be a tragedy in life.
No matter what the final result is, it seems that one has already lost.
Regardless of whether she was unwilling or refused to admit defeat, she had lost more than two hundred years after all.
So, what about her love?
Over the past two hundred years, does the love that she gave up everything and even her life still exist for?
Everything will disappear, only love will last forever Does my love still exist?
Or "just in a trance and drunkenness, there are still some old dreams" The song "Flowers in the Water" is a bit old.
Friends who are interested can listen to it online.
It has a Mandarin version and a Cantonese version.
It is a classic and nice song.
Suddenly I felt like I was a little wet.
I wrote a song in this chapter, haha.
In fact, after reading it carefully, I felt that I wrote it very well and very delicately.
I don’t think I was wet.
Haha, I am a bit narcissistic.
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