Chapter: 960
Use words to set off the song, and use the song to supplement the words. The combination of the two is perfect!
Huangfu Wuji's song and Fu actually made many people present feel moved, their eyes were blazing, their hearts were beating wildly, and their hearts were filled with excitement.
"good!"
I don't know who it is, shouted loudly, and for a while, everyone cheered loudly and cheered.
"As expected of His Royal Highness the Second Prince, with lofty ambitions and great ambitions, beating the war drum ten times, singing a song and making strides forward, he is a real man!"
On the Lanyue Pavilion, many people were also moved, and Wen Aoxue, who had a cold expression, had a strange look in his cold eyes, and he couldn't help but praise.
And Mu Xue, who was sitting on the seat, covered her face with a light veil, her beautiful eyes were as indifferent as water, as if Huangfu Wuji's domineering singing just now didn't shake her at all, or she didn't care at all.
boom!
On the stage, as soon as Huangfu Wuji's singing fell, countless hurricanes around gathered in the morning bell and evening drum, and immediately the morning bell and evening drum trembled violently, and then a dazzling light emerged from the rusty surface.
"The morning bell and evening drum are about to be consecrated successfully!"
Looking at the radiant big drum, everyone stared at the light with fiery eyes, expecting very much in their hearts.
The light was like the rising sun, and it began to brighten continuously. When the light was about to reach its peak, it suddenly dimmed until it was lifeless, and the drum still returned to its rusty appearance.
"Um?"
Huangfu Wuji, who was originally high-spirited and carried his hands behind his back, saw the light of the big drum fade away, his expression froze and his face became stiff.
"What happened? Failed?"
Seeing the morning bell and evening drum restored to their original state, the people who had been expecting it felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on them, their bodies were icy cold, and they stared at the big drum in disbelief.
Huangfu Wuji's final song was extremely good, but even so, it couldn't resonate with the morning bells and evening drums?
"What a pity! Your Highness, the second prince, you still failed to resonate with the morning bell and evening drum. Let's stop here for today. From now on, the morning bell and evening drum can only wait for someone who is destined to consecrate."
On the edge of the stage, Mo Yan Wushang's beautiful eyes showed a hint of disappointment, she also did not expect that even Huangfu Wuji failed to consecrate him, so no one in Lanyue Pavilion would have the qualification to consecrate him.
Huangfu Wuji frowned slightly, but he also knew that if he wanted to resonate with the morning bells and evening drums, it could not be achieved simply by being strong, but also luck and coincidence.
"It seems that Miss Wushang's "Bodhisattva Man" has nothing to do with Wuji!"
Huangfu Wuji was very personable, even though the consecration failed, he still kept a refined smile on his face, slightly arched his hands at Mo Yan Wushang, turned to Zhuo Wen and said indifferently: "I am willing to bet and admit defeat! Now pay me three bows and nine kowtows, And if you abolish your cultivation, this seat will show kindness and spare your dog's life."
Zhuo Wen's pupils shrank slightly, he hadn't started beating the morning bell and evening drum yet, this Huangfu Wuji's tone was so loud, he was so sure that he would lose?
"I haven't played the drum yet? What qualifications do you have to say that I lost? You can tell me, which dog's eyes saw me lose?"
Zhuo Wen stood quietly, with clear eyes, gazing at Huangfu Wuji without fear, and his clear voice echoed around the stage.
"Oh? After seeing the results of this seat, do you still have the mentality of being able to win?"
Huangfu Jiji looked at the idiot, looking at the young man carrying the green coffin in front of him, he really didn't understand, his result was already obvious, if he wanted to win against him, the only way to do it was to open the bell.
This guy in front of him is just a nobody, is he still holding a trace of luck in his heart?
"Is it because you are afraid of losing if you don't let me play the drums?" Zhuo Wen sneered as he glanced at Huangfu Jiji from the corner of his eye.
"Hmph! Since you like wasting effort so much, then I will help you!"
Huangfu Wuwu snorted coldly, and stepped aside to make room for Zhuowen, with a mocking sneer on the corner of his mouth.
Zhuo Wen directly ignored Huangfu Wuji, and stepped forward towards the huge battle drum in the center of the stage.
"After seeing the performance of His Highness the Second Prince, this son actually dared to beat the war drums. I really don't know where this son got the courage."
Seeing Zhuo Wen walking towards the morning bell and evening drum step by step, everyone around looked at Zhuo Wen strangely, looking like an idiot.
Above Lanyue Pavilion, Wen Aoxue's beautiful eyes were full of ridicule, and he sneered, "I really don't know the so-called guy, but he dared to challenge His Highness the Second Prince in vain, he is so stupid that there is no cure .�
From Wen Aoxue's point of view, Zhuo Wen's coming to beat the drums is simply asking for humiliation!
Mo Yan Wushang's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, looking at Zhuo Wen who was walking slowly, his brows were slightly frowned, his face was extremely strange, he was by no means a genius in the imperial capital.
Huangfu Jiji can be regarded as one of the most outstanding geniuses in the imperial capital, and he is also a monster in the top ten of the Qinghuang list. His literary skills, martial arts strategy, poetry and songs are all top choices. Could this unknown young man be sure?
Thinking of this, Mo Yan Wushang lightly shook his head, and lightly parted his cherry lips, saying: "Young master! The morning bell and evening drum even Huangfu Wuji couldn't consecrate it successfully, and I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to succeed, after all, the rebounding power of the morning bell and evening drum is not that simple , it�s best to do what you can.�
Standing in front of the drum, Zhuo Wen tilted his head, stared at Mo Yan Wushang, and said indifferently: "Miss Wushang is too determined, right? Huangfu Wuji couldn't succeed in the consecration, but it doesn't mean that I can't do it either. After all, the consecration doesn't depend entirely on strength, does it?" ?� JrNovels.com
Huangfu Wuji's song and Fu actually made many people present feel moved, their eyes were blazing, their hearts were beating wildly, and their hearts were filled with excitement.
"good!"
I don't know who it is, shouted loudly, and for a while, everyone cheered loudly and cheered.
"As expected of His Royal Highness the Second Prince, with lofty ambitions and great ambitions, beating the war drum ten times, singing a song and making strides forward, he is a real man!"
On the Lanyue Pavilion, many people were also moved, and Wen Aoxue, who had a cold expression, had a strange look in his cold eyes, and he couldn't help but praise.
And Mu Xue, who was sitting on the seat, covered her face with a light veil, her beautiful eyes were as indifferent as water, as if Huangfu Wuji's domineering singing just now didn't shake her at all, or she didn't care at all.
boom!
On the stage, as soon as Huangfu Wuji's singing fell, countless hurricanes around gathered in the morning bell and evening drum, and immediately the morning bell and evening drum trembled violently, and then a dazzling light emerged from the rusty surface.
"The morning bell and evening drum are about to be consecrated successfully!"
Looking at the radiant big drum, everyone stared at the light with fiery eyes, expecting very much in their hearts.
The light was like the rising sun, and it began to brighten continuously. When the light was about to reach its peak, it suddenly dimmed until it was lifeless, and the drum still returned to its rusty appearance.
"Um?"
Huangfu Wuji, who was originally high-spirited and carried his hands behind his back, saw the light of the big drum fade away, his expression froze and his face became stiff.
"What happened? Failed?"
Seeing the morning bell and evening drum restored to their original state, the people who had been expecting it felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on them, their bodies were icy cold, and they stared at the big drum in disbelief.
Huangfu Wuji's final song was extremely good, but even so, it couldn't resonate with the morning bells and evening drums?
"What a pity! Your Highness, the second prince, you still failed to resonate with the morning bell and evening drum. Let's stop here for today. From now on, the morning bell and evening drum can only wait for someone who is destined to consecrate."
On the edge of the stage, Mo Yan Wushang's beautiful eyes showed a hint of disappointment, she also did not expect that even Huangfu Wuji failed to consecrate him, so no one in Lanyue Pavilion would have the qualification to consecrate him.
Huangfu Wuji frowned slightly, but he also knew that if he wanted to resonate with the morning bells and evening drums, it could not be achieved simply by being strong, but also luck and coincidence.
"It seems that Miss Wushang's "Bodhisattva Man" has nothing to do with Wuji!"
Huangfu Wuji was very personable, even though the consecration failed, he still kept a refined smile on his face, slightly arched his hands at Mo Yan Wushang, turned to Zhuo Wen and said indifferently: "I am willing to bet and admit defeat! Now pay me three bows and nine kowtows, And if you abolish your cultivation, this seat will show kindness and spare your dog's life."
Zhuo Wen's pupils shrank slightly, he hadn't started beating the morning bell and evening drum yet, this Huangfu Wuji's tone was so loud, he was so sure that he would lose?
"I haven't played the drum yet? What qualifications do you have to say that I lost? You can tell me, which dog's eyes saw me lose?"
Zhuo Wen stood quietly, with clear eyes, gazing at Huangfu Wuji without fear, and his clear voice echoed around the stage.
"Oh? After seeing the results of this seat, do you still have the mentality of being able to win?"
Huangfu Jiji looked at the idiot, looking at the young man carrying the green coffin in front of him, he really didn't understand, his result was already obvious, if he wanted to win against him, the only way to do it was to open the bell.
This guy in front of him is just a nobody, is he still holding a trace of luck in his heart?
"Is it because you are afraid of losing if you don't let me play the drums?" Zhuo Wen sneered as he glanced at Huangfu Jiji from the corner of his eye.
"Hmph! Since you like wasting effort so much, then I will help you!"
Huangfu Wuwu snorted coldly, and stepped aside to make room for Zhuowen, with a mocking sneer on the corner of his mouth.
Zhuo Wen directly ignored Huangfu Wuji, and stepped forward towards the huge battle drum in the center of the stage.
"After seeing the performance of His Highness the Second Prince, this son actually dared to beat the war drums. I really don't know where this son got the courage."
Seeing Zhuo Wen walking towards the morning bell and evening drum step by step, everyone around looked at Zhuo Wen strangely, looking like an idiot.
Above Lanyue Pavilion, Wen Aoxue's beautiful eyes were full of ridicule, and he sneered, "I really don't know the so-called guy, but he dared to challenge His Highness the Second Prince in vain, he is so stupid that there is no cure .�
From Wen Aoxue's point of view, Zhuo Wen's coming to beat the drums is simply asking for humiliation!
Mo Yan Wushang's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, looking at Zhuo Wen who was walking slowly, his brows were slightly frowned, his face was extremely strange, he was by no means a genius in the imperial capital.
Huangfu Jiji can be regarded as one of the most outstanding geniuses in the imperial capital, and he is also a monster in the top ten of the Qinghuang list. His literary skills, martial arts strategy, poetry and songs are all top choices. Could this unknown young man be sure?
Thinking of this, Mo Yan Wushang lightly shook his head, and lightly parted his cherry lips, saying: "Young master! The morning bell and evening drum even Huangfu Wuji couldn't consecrate it successfully, and I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to succeed, after all, the rebounding power of the morning bell and evening drum is not that simple , it�s best to do what you can.�
Standing in front of the drum, Zhuo Wen tilted his head, stared at Mo Yan Wushang, and said indifferently: "Miss Wushang is too determined, right? Huangfu Wuji couldn't succeed in the consecration, but it doesn't mean that I can't do it either. After all, the consecration doesn't depend entirely on strength, does it?" ?� JrNovels.com
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