I, a minor character, fell into the Shura field of the heroine and the villain

Since the paper is spread flat on the stage, the audience below the stage generally cannot see how he draws unless he stands the paper up after he finishes drawing.

But the organizers also took this into consideration, and the stage team projected a video on one side of the stage, which was exactly this bird's-eye view of the transformation.

In this way, people in the audience can also see the process of his painting.

It’s a pity that there are many men in the audience, most of whom are independent cultivators and ordinary people. These people are usually busy with their livelihoods and lack the vision to appreciate art.

Other than thinking this young man was a good painter and had a nice appearance, I didn't have much else to say about him. Some people even scoffed at him, which is probably just like-minded people repelling each other.

After the boy finished his painting, he introduced his painting to the audience and explained its meaning.

But the audience's response was lukewarm, and some even yawned.

Only a few crazy girls cheered, trying to attract the boy's attention. However, since there were more male spectators here, their shouts did not cause much ripples.

"This young man's painting and spearmanship skills are both very advanced. If he is trained, maybe he can find his own way." Zhao Kangping also made his own evaluation after watching it.

None of the families that could attend his succession ceremony were from the Supreme Elders. If they were from a cultivator family, Zhao Kangping thought he could try to win them over.

"That's a pretty high review. I can learn more about his family later." Mu Wanyi also glanced at the painting below. However, she knew nothing about painting, so even if the painting was great, it wouldn't resonate with her emotionally. So she focused on the boy's family.

After praising the young man's painting skills, the host began to set the stage for the next person to perform.

"It's Qianqian. Is it her turn so soon?" Mu Wanyi was impatient to see her daughter perform on stage, as if she was about to go on stage.

When the host announced that the person who was about to appear was the Purple Yang Saint Bai Qianqian, the audience was excited.

Bai Qianqian had accumulated a good reputation in the Holy Land very early on, and she had a sweet appearance and noble status, so it was really surprising that she could perform on stage in person.

This time, not only the Holy Lord came, but also the Holy Lady. Not only did the audience cheer loudly, but the young disciples among the guests were also dancing with excitement.

At this moment, a beautiful fairy wearing a platinum long dress with flying ribbons floated down from the moon sky.

Her figure is distant and mysterious, and her whole body seems to radiate a holy glow.

Suddenly, the scene that was extremely noisy a moment ago suddenly became extremely quiet.

Chapter 351: The Purple Sun Saintess, the lingering sound

Her graceful and agile figure came with the wind, her clothes fluttering, as if a fairy descended from heaven.

Bai Qianqian is naturally beautiful and graceful, and with this gorgeous dress, she exudes an ethereal elegance, embodying the meaning of the word "fairy".

In the early days of the world of immortal cultivation, the word "fairy" generally referred to female cultivators with profound cultivation, good character and appearance, and noble temperament that was untainted by the mundane world.

However, as the practice of cultivation became more widespread, the prestige of this word gradually declined, and later it could refer to all women with cultivation skills. Even female cultivators who practiced Qi could be called fairies.

But her appearance made many people involuntarily think of the original meaning of these two words.

Bai Qianqian, the Saint of Zi Yang, is beautiful, elegant, noble and holy, like a pure white flower.

She was a saint, but she condescended to come and perform, which really surprised everyone present.

After all, she was the face of the Holy Land, and her status was definitely higher than that of the Lord of River City. She had no need, and no way, to come to such an occasion.

However, she still came, which is what many people don't understand.

At this time, someone thought that Saint Zi Yang was the Holy Lord's direct disciple and also the nephew of City Lord Zhao Kangping.

Perhaps it was because of this relationship that the Saint came to congratulate her uncle.

Actually, that wasn't the reason. Being a city lord wasn't an honor for Zhao Kangping. He wasn't even happy about becoming a city lord, so why would he need his nephew to come congratulate him? He became the city lord out of a desire to help his senior sister.

Bai Qianqian came to play the piano, mainly because she wanted to beat the Rose Fairy in music theory.

It just so happens that the instrument used by the Rose Fairy is also the Yaoqin.

But how do we measure victory or defeat?

Their performances are quite different, one is an ensemble and the other is a solo.

Logically speaking, there is no comparison.

But Bai Qianqian has a set of standards in mind, which is to look at the audience's response.

There were approximately 10,000 people present, and these audience members were the judges.

When the Twelve Beautiful Shadows Band was performing, she had actually already arrived and watched their entire performance.

She also observed the audience's reactions. Many people were indeed moved by the music of the Twelve Beauties and cheered. However, there were also some determined people who were not affected by their charm.

Bai Qianqian couldn't stand the other party using seductive techniques to win the audience's favor, which was an insult to Le Dao.

She will use her superb piano skills to conquer the audience here.

Facing so many people, she showed no sign of stage fright and said calmly, "Hello everyone, I am Bai Qianqian, the Saintess of Purple Sun. I will now perform a piece of music for you."

Her words were concise and her eyes were calm and indifferent. She sat down calmly on a chair that had been prepared long ago and placed a zither on the table.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, she concentrated and began to play.

The moonlight was like a stream of light, quietly spreading on the square stage. Strands of silver light made the sandalwood-made but jade-like harp on the piano table sparkle.

The night wind was cool, blowing through the woman's hair and also blowing the ribbons on her body.

The Saint of Ziyang sat before her zither, her face as tranquil as water, her almond-shaped eyes deep, as if shrouded in an endless sea of ​​stars. She gently stroked the strings, her fingertips dancing across the surface like mountain streams leaping over rocks, a tinkling sound. Each note seemed imbued with life, swirling and dancing across the night sky, transforming into a dazzling sea of ​​stars.

The girl was completely immersed in the world of music, her eyes sparkling, as if she were in dialogue with the strings, resonating with the universe. The sound of the piano seemed to have a magical power, it transcended time and space, penetrated the human heart, and made people feel as if they were in a fairyland, forgetting the troubles and sorrows of the world.

On this quiet night, the melodious sound of the piano is like an ancient ballad, telling a story that has lasted for thousands of years. It floats in the night sky, dances with the stars, resonates with the moonlight, and becomes the most beautiful melody in the world.

Bai Qianqian's piano sound is clean and pure, without any impurities, it is the unpolluted sound of nature.

The audience was agitated for a moment, but soon quieted down.

It wasn't that the music wasn't pleasant to listen to; on the contrary, it was precisely because of its beauty that the audience felt that any sound that disturbed their listening was a blasphemy. Many of them even held their breath, their eyes fixed on the beautiful figure on the stage.

The female cultivators in the Twelve Beautiful Film Studio were indeed very beautiful, but their beauty was tinged with vulgarity, as if each of them was a vixen born to seduce men.

At first glance, they do give you the urge to think with your lower body, but after looking at them for a long time, you will find that this kind of beauty is a bit cheap, stained with the filth that has long been contaminated by this world.

Saint Bai was captivatingly beautiful, pure and moving, like a blooming lily, delicate and fragrant. Her skin was flawless, like porcelain in the moonlight, delicate and smooth. Her eyes were clear and bright, like the shimmering water, radiating a youthful and beautiful aura.

Her eyelids lowered, her jade fingers gently plucking, the harp emitting melodious music. The sound was like the gurgling of a mountain spring, or the gentle breeze blowing across a lake, refreshing and soothing. Her expression was focused and affectionate, as if she were completely immersed in the music. The moonlight cast a mysterious glow over her, making her look even more otherworldly.

Everything around seemed to be still, with only the melodious sound of the piano echoing in the night sky. Her piano sound not only touched people's hearing, but also touched people's hearts, making people feel the deep emotion and endless charm.

“She plays so beautifully.”

"Shh!"

"Shut up."

At this time, most of the audience present were immersed in the world of the piano she played.

The sound of the piano can convey emotions, and many people are moved by it while listening.

Some people recall leaving their hometowns and coming to River City, hoping to carve out a niche for themselves. However, reality dealt them a resounding blow. They encountered obstacles at every turn, toiling away for years to make a living, yet ultimately achieving nothing.

He felt ashamed to face his parents, even though they hadn't expected him to achieve anything. They often wrote to him, asking how he was doing in the city. He always lied in his replies, saying he had a good boss, a respectable job, and a good income, so they didn't have to worry about him.

At this moment, he suddenly missed his family very much. Maybe he should go back to see them.

Some people also remembered their first love. He was a casual cultivator who came from the mountains, but before becoming a cultivator, he had deeply loved Guihua, the daughter of Aunt Liu at the village head.

From today's perspective, Guihua's appearance is ordinary, but she is kind and gentle.

She often bandaged his wounds after he fought with the children in the village.

Osmanthus loves to laugh, and her smile is very beautiful. Unfortunately, her family is very poor, so she can't afford nice clothes, and she never wears makeup. But she likes to pick a bright wild flower from the roadside and put it in her hair.

One day, he and Guihua went into the mountains to pick mushrooms, planning to take the mushrooms to the town to sell for money.

Unfortunately, when we were halfway through picking the fruits, the weather turned bad and it started to rain.

They had to come down from the mountain early.

However, he accidentally slipped and nearly fell down the mountain, but Osmanthus caught him and saved his life. As a result, all the mushrooms they had collected with great difficulty were lost.

He blamed himself for being so careless, but Guihua didn't blame him and comforted him.

Guihua was a good girl and he had vowed to marry her.

However, Aunt Liu's husband is a gambler. After losing money, he wants to sell the osmanthus flowers to pay off his debts.

He was only fourteen years old that year. He thought about resisting, but how could a child be stronger than an adult, so Guihua was still sold.

Many years later, he became a monk and gained a certain amount of strength. He visited many places and finally found osmanthus.

However, when she was found again, Guihua had become the mother of two children and had a harmonious relationship with her husband.

He watched from afar and ultimately did not recognize her.

There was a woman in the crowd who began to sob as she listened to the piano music because she was thinking of her sister.

She has never had a good relationship with her sister.

She felt that her parents cared more about her sister and would think of her first when they had something good.

My parents often praise my sister, but they often pick on the little mistakes she makes, so I feel like I am redundant.

Her family runs a tofu business, and her elder sister gets up early and works late every day to help her parents with the chores. As the younger sister, she not only doesn't help out but also frequently gets into trouble. She hopes this will attract her family's attention.

How stupid and ridiculous.

One day, the family was too busy and needed her to deliver tofu to someone.

However, she was careless and delivered it to the wrong place, causing the real client, a restaurant, to come to their home and demand compensation from them, refusing to cooperate with them again.

Because of this, her sister slapped her.

How could there be such a bad sister who only knew how to bully me? That’s what she thought at the time.

Not long ago, a monster attack occurred in the city. Their home happened to be near the southern part of the city and was affected.

Some weird people with mushrooms growing on their faces rushed into the street market where they were.

She was terrified by the monsters.

An ugly mushroom man pounced on her.

At the critical moment, it was her sister who pulled her away in a daze.

The mushroom men kept popping out from the corners of the street, and eventually they were surrounded by three mushroom men before they had run far.

She thought her sister would take the opportunity to abandon her and run away.

But, my sister didn't...

My sister used her thin body to stop the monsters.

"Run! Don't look back."

These were the last words her sister said to her.

She cried that day, crying her heart out.

She fled cowardly, leaving her sister behind. She heard her sister's screams and wails, as well as the sounds of the monsters gnawing and chewing.

The elder sister bought her time, and a passing monk found her and saved her. However, the elder sister died, using her life to exchange for the life of her younger sister.

After this incident, the younger sister remembered that her elder sister had always been very kind to her in her daily life. She would always save a portion of delicious food for her and would also let her wear beautiful clothes.

When she was a child, when she couldn’t sleep at night, her sister would hold her and tell her stories.

It turns out that I was the ignorant one, the one who always made my parents unhappy, and the one who always made mistakes.

The sound of the piano penetrates the soul and reaches the softest part of people's hearts.

There are ten thousand people, and ten thousand different emotions are moved by the sound of the piano.

For a moment, some people beat their chests and stamped their feet, some shook their heads in frustration, and some burst into tears.

Bai Qianqian's fingertips moved across the strings, and every touch was like a spark that lit up the notes, illuminating the hearts of the audience.

Every ups and downs, every turn in the piano music, seems to lead the audience into a deeper emotional world. As the piano music flows, the audience's heart also fluctuates, experiencing the joy, anger, sorrow and happiness in the melody.

In this world of music, the sound of the piano is like a winding mountain road, leading the audience to explore step by step and feel the beauty and depth of it.

However, the melodious music will eventually come to an end. When the piano sound slowly stops, the audience present can still feel it gently echoing in their ears.

The feeling of the lingering sound makes people feel as if they are in a dream and don't want to wake up.

There is such wonderful music in the world. Many people have cried and laughed, and are left with only emotion.

"finished?"