Chapter 1989

"Dong Dong Dong!"

The sound of battle drums below became more and more urgent, indicating that the enemy was about to launch an attack. And the horse thieves below are shouting at the same time.

"Cowards of the state of Zhao, come out and die!"

"It's said that there is a beautiful princess of Zhao among them. When the camp is occupied, let's have a taste of the princess!"

"Ooh! Ooh

Listening to the filthy words of the traitors below, the soldiers of the state of Zhao above were also very pale and scolded. Ji Yanran frowned slightly. Then she held out her hand and took a bow from the soldier next to her. Then she bent her bow to take an arrow and shot it at the favorite one below. Then she saw the thief scream and fell to the ground. And those horse thieves were also startled, and their momentum immediately converged a lot.

On the contrary, all the soldiers on the mountain cheered. For a moment, the momentum of both sides changed. But soon, the drums below sounded again, and this time the brigands immediately set out to clear the obstacles and face the camp above.

At the moment, fangzheng also put out his finger, gently stroked the string, and then began to play.

“…………………”

"Why?"

Hearing the sound of music flowing from founder's piano, Ji Yanran looks at him in surprise. This is not only because he has never heard this piece of music played by founder, but also because the melody is strange. What's more, it's because This should not be the sound of Guqin at all!

In Ji Yanran's memory, the sound of Guqin should be melodious and melodious, with a long aftertone. But what Fang Zheng plays is a very clear and deep music that he has never heard. Not only that, although the music is not louder than the drum at the foot of the mountain, it is clearly introduced into everyone's ears.

It was a feeling of euphemism, sadness and tenderness, which seemed out of place with the coming battle. But Ji Yanran seems to clearly feel that it is precisely because of this fierce contrast that the vocal cords of this music give people a clearer feeling.

It's like mourning for the dying.

The cold moonlight shines down from the dark night sky, rendering the whole grassland silvery white. But listening to the strange music in front of her, Ji Yanran shivers, as if the hot battlefield has become a graveyard full of death

Gradually, the drum below also gradually stopped. The sensibility of music is common. Not only Ji Yanran has this feeling, but also the envoys of Zhao state in the camp at the top of the mountain and the horse thieves besieged below have gradually developed a strange and strange feeling. It's as if some kind of unforeseen, unimaginable existence is approaching And this will be their last a short while.

Listening to the music in my ear, founder also showed a smile. Although he knows a little about music, guqin and guzheng are really not very useful. But of course, it's hard for Fang Zheng. In fact, although he is playing Guqin now, strictly speaking, it's not Guqin.

As a matter of fact, Fang Zheng infused the strength of his body into the strings, and then changed the timbre by adjusting the vibration of the strings. It's not so much an Guqin as an electronic organ that can change timbre at will. But its energy source is not electricity, but internal force.

Fang Zheng can easily and freely play his familiar music by controlling the timbre conversion of string vibration. From violin, cello to piano, even symphony is not a problem. In fact, what Fang Zheng is playing now is Beethoven's famous music in C minor. The fierce music sounds like an invisible arrow covering the whole grassland. The thieves who turn around and try to escape fall to the ground in the moonlight. Even a lot of horse thieves had already mounted the horse and turned around to escape. The next moment, they just threw themselves off the horse and fell into the grass. There was no sound any more.

One piece, one piece, another piece.

No screams, no struggles, no groans. Those horse thieves like straw, trees, quietly fell on the ground. In this strange scene, the officers and soldiers on the hillside feel numb. They even see several horse thieves stabbing their ears with daggers, but they still can't escape.

The sound of the zither rose again, then fell heavily, turned into three rings, and then disappeared.

"Hu......"

The wind blows across the grassland, with patches of grass swaying with the wind. But now, on the grassland, there is no fighting. The stakes are still there, and the horses are still on the grass. However, the person who should have used them has fallen to the ground and will never get up again.

"But that's all."

Looking at the scene in front of him, Fang Zheng laughs. Then he reaches out his hand and pats it gently. Then he sees the Guqin spring up suddenly and return to the box. Then Fang Zheng stood up and nodded to Xiang Shaolong.

"Xiang Bingwei, Fang's promise has been fulfilled."

"Ah, thank you, Mr. Fang."Compared with other people, Xiang Shaolong was a passer-by after all, so he reacted quickly. After all, modern times are not without weapons of mass destruction, or poison gas bombs. Although founder's method of dealing with 10000 people is incredible, Xiang Shaolong can at least accept it from the perspective of "eliminating 10000 people".

Just think of the man in front of you as a walking man.

However, other people are different. In recent years, they can be regarded as heroes if they are able to fight one against ten, and they can be regarded as heroes if they are able to stop one hundred. It's just an incredible myth that Fangzheng killed ten thousand horse thieves with all his actions. So that at this moment those soldiers looking at Fang Zheng's eyes are like looking at some ghosts and spirits. People who go to Fang Zheng's side will unconsciously get out of the way.

Looking at the strange atmosphere at the moment, Xiang Shaolong felt embarrassed and coughed in a hurry.

"Come on, get ready to clean up the battlefield and find out the identities of those people at once!"

"Yes!"

After hearing Xiang Shaolong's order, the soldiers came back to their senses and hurried down the mountain to check the situation on the other side of the grassland, while Fang Zheng just stood by and watched happily, saying nothing.

At this time, Ji Yanran also came over and looked at Fang Zheng in surprise.

"Although it's true that you've heard that Mr. Fang retreated from the enemy by playing zither, Yan Ran always thought that it was just an exaggeration. Now it's hard to imagine. Who can believe that Mr. Fang can wipe out all forces in an instant without seeing it with his own eyes? Yan Ran is afraid that even if she says this, no one will believe it. "

Looking at the grassland in the moonlight, Ji Yanran can't help feeling. Now in the moonlight, the whole grassland looks very quiet, as if it is dreamlike beauty. But thinking about how many horse thieves were killed in the grass made Ji Yanran feel cold. She's not the kind of virgin who can't be killed. It's just a pity to think that these brigands used to brag and suddenly fell to the ground and turned into corpses.

"Doesn't Ji seem to be afraid of me?"

Fang Zheng curiously looks at Ji Yanran and finds that she seems not to be afraid of herself. Generally speaking, people in this era are still more ignorant and superstitious after all. When they see founder's practice, they will feel uneasy. But Ji Yanran didn't seem to have such an idea, except that she was surprised at the beginning, she looked very calm at other times.

"Don't you worry that I'm some kind of monster who comes out to kill people?"

"Yan Ran has seen many unusual actions of Mr. Fang. How about one more?"

Ji Yanran shook her head.

"Yanran wanted to worry about it, but seeing that Mr. Fang was so free and easy, she didn't care about it. Would it be impolite to speak rashly? "

"There seems to be some truth in what you say."

In the face of Ji Yanran's reply, founder has nothing to say, but he forgot that Ji Yanran has been to Xiaoyao palace, where things are too beyond common sense for people outside. Ji Yanran's acceptance ability is also rising after such a turn. Now, founder can fly, not to mention Qinyin.

"But the music played by Mr. Fang is sweet and unheard of before. It sounds leisurely and elegant, but it implies a sense of melancholy and sadness. The melody behind is cheerful, but it doesn't lose its extreme meaning. Who did it do?"

"Well It's a long story... "

Fang Zheng thought for a moment and said slowly.

After all, Beethoven at the moment Maybe even his grandfather hasn't been born yet.

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