Chapter 1989 (1/2)

”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.”