180: C180 Master There's a Hu

C180 Master There's a Hu

It's very simple in a small box.

A black glass coffee table, a sofa, and a table.

There were two violins arranged neatly on the table. One look and you could tell that they were good stuff.

Hot steam was coming out from the coffee table, and the fragrance of tea filled the room.

A man in a white shirt and a light grey vest was sipping tea with his eyes closed. He had a full beard on his face.

Beside him was a man in his twenties, waiting quietly at the side. He said respectfully, "Master, the song just now was not bad. After listening to so much, this is the best."

Master Qingle suddenly opened his eyes and shook his head. "The song just now was good, but the feelings in the music were not good enough, and the heat was not good enough either. Wait."

This was Jingshi, the best violinist in the country. Today, they had all come here to participate in the competition. It was almost the end, and there were no good seedlings.

"Master, if you don't make a move, Hu Tian will have to stop him." Liu Le had a worried look on his face.

Master did not like to take in disciples frequently, but Hu Tian did not.

Seeing that Hu Tian's position in the violin was almost as high as his master's, Liu Le felt anxious.

"Cough cough, why should I be afraid of that grandson? I can throw out any one of my men. Which one of them is better than him?"

Speaking of Hu Tian, that person who only knew how to flatter and flatter, Qing Le's face was filled with displeasure.

Music was sacred. He did not like those fancy tricks.

"Master..." Liu Le did not agree with her.

When he opened his mouth, he heard a guzheng sound that moved people's hearts. The guzheng sound was very low and sad, as if something was pressing down on one's heart. It made it difficult for one to breathe, and there was also a wave of burning pain.

Liu Le's heart suddenly shook. This guzheng sound...

After a moment, the guzheng sound suddenly became high-profile and cheerful, majestic and imposing. The tuning in the middle required a lot of skill, but the other party was not unfamiliar with it at all, and the transition was just right.

His heart also became happy and happy along with it.

At this moment, he forgot everything, and immersed himself in this song.

He had forgotten to persuade his master, and had forgotten to serve him. All of his thoughts were moving up and down along with the music.

The people at the front desk had even forgotten everything. They held their breaths as they were all affected by the music.

Su Ningning slowly put down the violin and went over to bow elegantly, but no one reacted at all.

Everyone was still immersed in the music just now and did not come back to their senses.

On the other hand, Master Qingle, who was backstage, suddenly stood up. "This, this technique, this foundation, why is it so familiar?"

Was it Baby Ning?

No, it was impossible. How could someone of her level participate in the violin test? Wasn't this a joke?

Liu Le also recovered his senses. He stared at Master Qingle with widened eyes and stammered, "Master, I, why do I feel..."

He wanted to say something but stopped himself. If this person's violin skills exceeded his master's, would he be beaten to death by his master?

But, it was really better than his master's.

But if he didn't say it out loud, if his master insisted on taking this person as his disciple, would he be beaten to death?1

This person's zither skills were also so superb, and he had a screw loose in his head as he ran over to take the Level 10 exam.

Qing Le looked at his unpredictable face, as well as his hesitant look. She was a little convinced. "Why are you standing there? If you don't have anything to say, just let me pass. Come with me to the front desk."

Only then did Liu Le realize that he was blocking his master's path. His master was quite anxious.

He quickly moved aside and revealed a worried expression. He immediately grabbed Master Qingle's arm and said, "Master..."

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