Chapter 72 Part 8 - Stunning (1/2)

The first note flowed.

“Ke——” the people watching on the sidelines almost choked, “she’s going to play.”

“Quickly listen to what she…….”

The words hadn’t fully come out from their mouths when a string of smooth guqin notes struck everyone’s ears. It was more extreme compared to Jiang You Yao’s, as if someone used a knife to carve the bottom of everyone’s heart bit by bit.

“She is playing 《Eighteen Songs of a Nomad Flute》!”

Someone heard and blurted out, there’s excitement for a period of time, and the surrounding voices also changed their tunes.

When this sentence came out, the faces of those hearing changed colors. “Eighteen Songs of a Nomad Flute”, even Ming Yi Hall’s teachers couldn’t play this song. If not careful, it would turn into a joke, but Jiang Li actually dared to play this.

How many years had nobody played《Eighteen Songs of a Nomad Flute》?!

The examination field was quiet all of a sudden. A person suddenly burst out into laughter in the middle of the quietness. That was precisely Mian Ju, dancing about happily, where was there any style of a court musician? Superbly excited: “It’s 《Eighteen Songs of a Nomad Flute》. This young girl’s guts is big enough! Really bold and powerful!”

Jinghong fairy helplessly said: “Mister, be quiet.”

Mian Ju immediately gave a mocking smile before keeping silent.

As a result, only the sound of Jiang Li’s guqin sounded in the examination venue.

《Eighteen Songs of a Nomad Flute》 was written of a woman’s homesickness, of her parting sadness and overwhelming resentment. The most important aspect could be summed up in a word “sorrowful”, yet without needing to mention the teachers, Ming Yi Hall’s female students were all young ladies from noble families, passing their days innocently and without worries. Even if they had some worries, those were just for trivial matters. How can they play out this “sorrowful” word? Even “sad” would be very difficult to achieve.

Although people around the world often talk of sympathy, but feeling as if it happened to oneself, how could this be so simple? Probably only those sage with the world in their hearts could understand it.

Meng Hong Jin sneered: “Really doesn’t know the immensity of heaven and earth, just making oneself be the topic of everyone’s joke…..”

She naturally thought that Jiang Li wouldn’t be able to play this music well. If Jiang Li could play well, wouldn’t it be saying that Jiang Li was more outstanding than the smartest and talented girls from Ming Yi Hall these past few years? How was this possible.

But her mocking smile gradually disappeared, her complexion also became more and more unsightly.