The sound of the flute ended, and the white jade flute was slowly put down by Lin Xiao, but he still closed his eyes and did not open it. The expression on his face was melancholy and lonely, as if he was recalling something bitterly. And everyone was still immersed in the sound of the flute that was lingering and did not wake up... A flute sound actually dreamily presented the magic of all things in front of them, and allowed them to see a person from tenderness to beauty, to maturity, and to the end of his life.

They were like having a dream, and they saw the life they were destined to go through step by step in the dream. What brought them into their dream was the sound of the flute with infinite magic.

They were shocked. If it weren't for today, they always thought that the sound of the flute brought an auditory enjoyment, but they never thought that the sound of the flute completely touched their hearts and described the moving scenes deep in their hearts. What a magical and incredible sound of the flute, and what kind of strange people could play such a flute sound.

Apart from shock, they could never imagine anything else.

I don’t know how many people even think that they have actually had a dream and have not woken up until now.

"This song is the same name as this flute, called "A Dream of the World", which is a song I must play every day. Every time I play it, I will remember my dead mother. The sound of the flute is like her soft call, making me feel that she has not left me, but has always been by my side, watching me walk through every step of my life." Lin Xiao said softly, and the corners of his eyes were slightly wet. This was the first time he played "A Dream of the World" in front of so many people, without any surprises at the reactions of everyone, nor was he proud, because in his heart, this was normal.

His voice was very low, not enough to wake people up from the shock. Until Long Yin exclaimed heavily, "Good! Good song "A Dream of the Red Dust". What a Lin family Lin Xiao, until today, I know what the real sound of the flute, what is the unity of the human flute, and why this song only exists in heaven, how many times can I hear it in the world. I have listened to countless wonderful sounds in the past half of my life, and today I know that compared with this song "A Dream of the Red Dust", the wonderful sounds I heard before are really vulgar and difficult to hear. When you mentioned that the worldly sounds are not worthy of comparison with your flute sounds, I still didn't agree. Now I finally believe that your flute sounds and Wuchen's painting skills are indeed not comparable to those of the world. You two of you from the Heavenly Dragon Kingdom are really a blessing from God, and God bless me, the Heavenly Dragon!"

Long Yin's voice was turbulent and unconcealed the excitement, amazement, appreciation, and comfort. His words woke everyone up and shouted out their hearts. For a moment, an uproar sounded in the amazement on the court. These officials and nobles who were usually serious and stingy in praise of praise all used the most gorgeous words they could think of to praise the sound of the flute just now, and even felt that it was far from enough. How could the gorgeous words in the world be qualified to modify the sound of the flute that was in the sky?

Today, they re-reached the Ye family Wuchen and Lin Xiao, a stunning talent who can sound the joy of heaven.

Everyone was convinced that Lin Xiao won this game. Because they didn't believe that there was any other sound that could surpass the "Dream of the World" just now. The sound of sound of the flute brought everyone into a dreamlike wonder, telling the dreamlike life of a person, in which the sad memories of his mother, the melancholy and faint confusion about life, each of them listened to it in their hearts and resonated with it.

Among these people, Ye Wuchen also included. He never expected that Lin Xiao's attainment in the flute had reached such a shocking level.

"It's indeed amazing!" Ye Wuchen said to Lin Xiao.

"Xiao...is half of my life." Lin Xiao replied expressionlessly.

"Oh? Heh... To me, the flute is just a musical instrument, that's all. Isn't that what it means to say, if you can't touch the flute in the future, it's like losing half of your life?" Ye Wuchen said with some fun.

"yes!"

"Unless you have absolute confidence, don't bet on your life for this indifferent game, and it's a bet without any reward. This is only a fool can make it. Maybe you think you have absolute certainty. But I think..."

Ye Wuchen didn't say anything, and the sound in his ears did not dissipate for a long time. He let out a long sigh and shouted loudly: "Everyone listen to me first."

The clear voice shocked their hearts, and they finally calmed down gradually, their eyes refocused on Ye Wuchen, looking forward to his performance.

Ye Wuchen smiled and said, "Mr. Lin's Xiao Yi really lives up to his reputation, which is admirable. Even the subordinates are no longer as sure as they are better than Mr. Lin. But my Ye family has never retreated from the battle, so I still have to make a fool of myself."

He glanced at the long flute in Lin Xiao's hand, and then said, "Mr. Lin is the relic of his biological mother. He regards this flute as life. He has never left his body, so he naturally never allows others to touch it. Therefore, this flute is absolutely untouchable. I wonder if any of you seniors and friends have brought the flute to you. I borrow it for the next time. Wuchen is very grateful."

As the voice fell, he did not sweep his eyes to the audience, but stared at Hua Shuirou, smiling and looking at her softly, without leaving for a moment.

People in the field look at me, I look at you, but no one can take out the flute. This time they came to watch the competition between young heroes, who would bring the flute to the place without any trouble. Furthermore, the flute is not a piano and a string instrument, and they need to be played with their lips. Whether it is a man or a woman, who would be willing to share a flute with others, because there is no essential difference between sharing the same pair of chopsticks with others. Therefore, even if someone brings it, it is impossible to take it out - of course, except for those women in the boudoir who are excited and want to put it down immediately. The jade man gives the flute to his life, and they are willing to give it to life, but they are suffering from the lack of the flute.

Hua Shuirou's heartbeat was so fierce that she raised her head again and again, and hung again and again, because every time she secretly raised her head, she always touched the gaze that made her heartbeat suddenly accelerate. She covered her face that had turned red and murmured in a low voice: "Has he discovered it?"

After a long time, no one took out the flute, and the scene suddenly became a little embarrassed. Long Yin also frowned and said, "Is anyone here to bring the flute?"

If there is no flute, the competition will not continue. If you return to the palace to get the flute, you don’t know when it will be delayed.

Hua Shuirou looked up quietly, and what she saw was Ye Wuchen's soft gaze, with a faint expectation in her eyes. The look seemed to want to tell her: Even if others gave me, I would not accept it. I only want the one from you.

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