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Phoenix Dance Hall was a girls' school, and outsiders were not allowed to enter. Those who could enter were all ladies and young women of a certain status.
Xue Yanxiang knew that if they really thought she was afraid of such a greenhorn, and they started gossiping about her, it would greatly damage her reputation.
How can anyone accept that a renowned master of the zither could only manage a draw against a novice with no reputation?
Moreover, although most people here couldn't discern the true winner from the contest just now.
But people like Lady Shehua, Feng Nihong, and Cen Qiong all knew the truth in their hearts.
She chuckled and said, "Since Young Master Fu wants to compete again, I will naturally accompany him."
"There's only one point: since 'Xi Er' and 'Striking the Bell' are equally good, we should change to a new piece. Otherwise, wouldn't it just go on forever?"
"Two years ago, I acquired another song called 'Feng Mo'. I have been working on it for some time now and originally planned to perform it at the grand banquet at the noble mansion. Today is a good opportunity to try it out in advance."
Feng Nihong and Cen Qiong's expressions changed again.
Although "Fengmo" is not among the Eight Great Immortal Musics, it is on the same level as "Qiaozhong" and "Yi Er".
The difference is that this musical score is too demonic and has nothing to do with "celestial music," so it cannot be included in the Eight Great Celestial Sounds.
Xue Yanxiang had a hidden trick up her sleeve, obtaining the score for the zither "Feng Mo"?
Fu Hai said, "Alright! In that case, let's have another competition with new songs until a winner is determined."
Cen Qiong said, "Young Master Fu..."
She knew that since Feng Nihong dared to play "Feng Mo" in public, she must have practiced hard for a long time.
But Fu Hai was ultimately a beginner, so where could he find another piece of celestial music that could compare with "Knocking the Bell" and "Yi Er"?
Fu Hai said, “Don’t worry, Miss Cen. I’ve recently learned a new piece of music, and I’ll give it a try at this time.”
At this moment, Fu Hai was also very angry.
With his "Musical Skill (Intermediate)" rating, he naturally noticed that Feng Nihong had lost her composure at the last moment.
If Lady Shehua had any sense of fairness, she should have acquitted him.
He could accept losing, but this blatant favoritism infuriated him.
In particular, Xue Yanxiang looked at him provocatively with that "too young" gaze.
This made him restless!
I didn't want things to come to this.
You forced me to do this!
“The Demonic Wind!” Lady Langyue exclaimed from the audience. “I never imagined that I would hear the legendary demonic music, The Demonic Wind, in such an occasion.”
A young girl standing nearby asked, puzzled, "Madam, is this 'Wind Demon' very famous?"
Lady Langyue said, "Although it is on the same level as the Eight Great Immortal Sounds, it is more demonic and not suitable for playing at various banquets. Few people practice it, and even fewer have heard of it."
"Moreover, it has a greater impact on people. If Young Master Fu were to face this 'Wind Demon' demonic sound directly, he might not be careful and end up even worse off than Master Feng, who started dancing halfway through playing the song. He might even go insane on the spot."
"What's worse is that I can't think of any other piece of music besides 'The Bell' that can rival 'The Wind Demon' at Phoenix Dance Pavilion."
"The reason why Young Master Fu was not affected like Master Feng and suddenly got up to dance was entirely due to the magnificent and grand nature of 'The Bell of the Huzhong,' which dispelled the decadent music that was affecting people's hearts."
"If they won't let us play 'The Bell' anymore... sigh!"
The girl was from Anjun, so naturally she hoped that Fengwu Pavilion would win.
Hearing what Lady Langyue said, and seeing how aggressive the Xue family was, she couldn't help but worry about this young master Fu.
Lady Shehua sat on the judges' table and solemnly said, "Since both sides have agreed, let's have another round. To ensure fairness, neither side may use the music they played before."
"If this match ends in another draw, there is no need to continue. It should be concluded that Mihuanglou has won two games and one draw, and has won the contest against Fengwu Pavilion."
All the women in the room were excited and eagerly awaiting the next round.
At this point, they were unaware of the seriousness of the problem.
The boy on the stage was staring at the woman opposite him, who seemed to have become incredibly alluring.
Originally, I just wanted to be a good person, but you insisted on being a devil...
Chapter 218 Let's rise together on the blue sea!
The entire venue fell silent once again.
The two players faced off, their hands pressing the strings of their instruments. Before the music even began, the tension was already palpable.
It was as if everyone's feet were buried with a large number of firecrackers, ready to be lit at any moment and explode into fireworks all over the city.
The tense atmosphere made everyone's palms sweat.
Xue Yanxiang stared at the boy opposite her, her eyes filled with coldness.
She had already lost a round, and then this teenager mocked her for being "old and faded," which infuriated her.
She was determined to turn the tables on this one, and make the other party look foolish in public, just like Feng Nihong.
A slight mocking smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
No one knew that "Fengmo" was actually her real trump card.
She played "Feng Mo" even better than "Yi Er".
Feng Nihong and Cen Qiong remained silent below the stage. At this point, they could only let Young Master Fu give it another try.
Anyway, at worst they'll lose, and things won't get any worse... That's what they were thinking at the moment.
Cen Yao stood in a corner to the side, looking up at Fu Hai on the field, her heart filled with worry.
The more than two hundred ladies and young women in the audience could be said to represent the majority of Anjun's celebrities.
Most of them did not believe that this young master Fu, who called himself the Hermit of the Blue Sea, still had a chance.
Those with exceptional insight, upon learning that Xue Yanxiang could still produce "Feng Mo," knew, like Lady Langyue, that this young man was destined to lose.
Some younger people, who hadn't heard much about "Fengmo" before, now know that it's a masterpiece that rivals the Eight Great Immortal Musics, but is rarely mentioned because of its demonic nature.
They immediately knew that the boy was doomed to lose.
The two strings resonated.
Xue Yanxiang's "Wind Demon" seemed to transform from an intangible melody into a tangible whirlwind, sweeping across the entire venue and causing everyone who heard it to turn pale.
The boy's music was like a tide rising from beneath everyone's feet.
At first, no one knew how powerful it was.
The moment the music entered their ears, it felt as if the mysterious tide was touching the toes of everyone present.
In an instant, a tingling sensation spread from between their toes, causing their delicate bodies to tremble slightly.
They felt as if their delicate bodies were like withered travelers who had wandered in the desert for a long time, touching the first sweet rain falling from the sky.
That inexplicable, indescribable feeling made them all turn to listen attentively to the young man's music.
In contrast, Xue Yanxiang's noisy, frenzied, and demonic voice seemed like a boring background, completely failing to attract their attention.
An invisible, comforting tide, rising gently from beneath my feet, accompanied by the boy's piano music.
They all stretched out their legs, wanting to touch more and accept more.
The sound waves rose very slowly, so slowly that they were about to go crazy.
Every cell it touched made them feel so comfortable they wanted to moan, but it still wasn't enough, not enough.
Feng Nihong and Cen Qiong were extremely nervous in the audience at first.
Feng Nihong, in particular, had even begun to despair.
Originally, Master Fu's "The Burrowing Bell" should have been a step ahead.
Unexpectedly, Madam Shehua openly showed favoritism, but the others couldn't tell, so even if she and Cen Qiong appealed, it would be useless.
She wished she could just crash into the audience and die on the spot; it was both a humiliation and an indictment.
The two competed again on stage. The moment "Wind Demon" started playing, a magical wind that seemed to materialize began to sweep across the entire venue.
At that moment, her face turned ashen.
So this "Wind Demon" was Xue Yanxiang's real secret technique?
then.
The boy's piano music then began.
What... what a strange taste this is?
She stood below the stage, no longer contemplating suicide. Her legs rubbed together quietly under her skirt, each rub seeming to ignite tiny fireworks of joy.
What's going on with this music?
She didn't know if the problem was with her or with the music.
She tried to suppress the feeling, but it was like a seed that had been buried for many years finally being watered.
Then you greedily want more and more.
Cen Qiong's condition wasn't much better; being a virgin, her face gradually turned red.
She didn't know if others were like this, so she was afraid that others would discover her abnormality.
She clamped her legs together, not daring to move.
The wave, filled with a sense of joy, continued to rise.
It submerged everyone's legs, yet left a small, wondrous hole, which, when avoided, swirled around the body.
Gradually, the ladies and young women in the audience lowered their heads and trembled, some with shame and some with joy.
They were all afraid that others around them would notice that something was wrong with them, but little did they know that at this moment, everyone on and off the stage except for that young man was acting strangely.
Although Xue Yanxiang was still plucking the strings, her heart was filled with turbulent waves.
Her song "Wind Demon" was originally a wicked and bewitching tune.
It can stir up a seductive storm through everyone's five senses and six perceptions.