Le Zhengjin bowed to the outside world to show his gratitude, and some people praised him: "Mr. Le Zheng's song is really the sound of heaven!"

"This song is just because there is in heaven!"

These people are indeed unambiguous in their praise, but the Le Zhengjin plays just now is indeed worthy of this level. Although the Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confuci

He is a Confucian scholar like a "historian". He does not participate in the struggle and only focuses on recording history. However, he still can't understand the name of Le Zheng, or this title.

Le Zheng was originally a "musician".

Mencius's apprentice was Le Zhengchun. It was precisely because he knew rituals and music that Mencius accepted him as his apprentice. However, he did not expect that Le Zhengchun was very capable, and even some of them were better than others. Mencius himself was concerned about such things.

He did not express his favorable attitude, and he was even worried, because in his opinion, Le Zhengchun could not uphold the true rituals of heaven. He seemed to like Zixia, who liked to choose the best and serve the people.

Le Zhengjin smiled at Yan Ruyu and said, "Great Le Zheng, I've given up."

Yan Ruyu's eyes remained calm, without any slight fluctuations.

"It's just a human sound, who will I give it to?"

Le Zhengjin paused and laughed: "What is the sound of human beings?"

Yan Ruyu: "The wind leaks into the hole, and people use their energy to gather wind and blow it. The sound they make can radiate dust. The evil makes people irritable, and the good makes people comfortable. But in the end, the sound is just a song of the mortal world.

It is called Xiaoyale, but it is not considered Dayale."

Le Zhengjin still smiled, thinking that it was just Yan Ruyu's contempt and dissatisfaction, so he asked: "What is the solution above the human voice?"

Yan Ruyu: "Above people's sounds, the sounds of the earth, the sounds of the earth, the snow of Kunlun and the wind of Changshan, never stop and never stop, and thousands of orifices are angry, just like heaven and earth coming...you,

It's still a little bit short."

Le Zhengjin was really angry and smiled: "What Da Le Zheng said means, are you already earthly sounds?"

Yan Ruyu: "No, I am the sound of nature!"

Le Zhengjin: "How can you solve the sound of nature?"

Yan Ruyu: "Everything is only in the song, not to be expressed in words!"

After her words fell, she placed one hand on the sir, moved her three fingers lightly, and the first sound rang out!

Silent.

Le Zhengjin heard nothing.

He was a little confused, and then a hint of astonishment and ridicule appeared in his eyes.

But soon, that expression changed drastically.

His whole body was as if he was electrocuted. The feeling of numbness rushing from the soles of his feet to the Tianling and moistening into his limbs. He almost moaned, his eyes gradually became round, and he glared in confusion and confusion.

Yan Ruyu's eyes were only looking at Na Se.

She moved her second finger.

"Rain-no, right..."

"The great and great sky is not good...its virtue."

Just the first sentence, everyone's eyes were like a sudden wind and rain. The heaven and earth became darker, and the majesty of the Emperor of Heaven seemed to have really come here. Everyone began to tremble unconsciously, and they all subconsciously

Looking up, they looked at the dome of the Yellow Palace, but at this time, all they could see in their eyes was a dark "sky"!

"Suppress the hunger and kill the four countries..."

"Min Tian Jiwei, don't worry...Futu."

"If you give up your sins, you will be punished by your innocence."

As the music in Yan Ruyu's hands and her melodious and weeping chanting sounded, everyone present seemed to have spanned thousands of years and returned to the era when King You of Zhou was still alive!

They can see the mountains in the distance and the shaking soldiers!

They could see the rushing water and the ministers throwing jade in the palace!

They can see the wild famine and the bones that die on the roadside!

They could see the galloping horse, and the king of the ghost side was on it!

They could see the rolling mud between the world, and that was the emperor no longer had any bright light!

Haotian, why don’t you cultivate virtue?

All disasters in heaven and earth come by you!

You don’t punish those who are truly guilty!

Those innocent people are exposed to the wilderness!

When the emperor hears his words, he answers, and when he slanders, he retreats, but I am sad that I cannot speak;

Those who are capable of speaking are polite, but I am dedicated to it, but they are willing to rest!

There is no argument between good and evil, no distinction between yin and yang, no peace in heaven and earth, and the world will be forever mixed!

How to save the world and save people!

Like a desperate minister, he stood in the vast wilderness, with no grains and beams, white bones on the road, and the heaven and earth were withered, while those arrogant and treacherous villains still sat in the court, flattering the king,

Amplify the emperor's pride so that he cannot see his mistakes!

They live in the temple, but they don’t know that this world is already a people, no, talk about life!

Everyone empathizes with it, and their hair will explode. This tension, this power that spans time, the kind of pain cry that is upright but powerless, is time, and cannot be stopped by the white horse!

Who will open up the right path for the world?!

Boom!

It's like a thundering thunder!

The untouchable thunderous power!

A kind of passion, a kind of responsibility, and an emotion that takes saving the people of the world as one's own responsibility, surging like a torrent, like a thunderbolt!

Yan Ruyu's voice was very pleasant, but it also carried an invisible force. The heaven and earth were sorrowful and angry about it, and all things were harmonious!

"How... Hao, Tian..."

For example, He, Hao, Tian!

Why are you like this...My...God!

Among the scholars, countless people's faces were red and their breaths surged in their chests. They must express themselves and must roar!

"How... Hao, Tian!"

The first sound rang out, from the direction where Yu Shuang was.

Then, it was like an infection, and the second voice began to echo, followed by the third, fourth, fifth...

"How about it, Hao, Tian!!!"

The entire Yellow Palace Hall was filled with bright lights, and the scholars and students had thick faces and necks, blue veins on their foreheads, and they roared hard!

"Biyan... no, believe it!"

"Like that... walks and walks, you will be able to reach it!"

"All hundred... lords, sons, respect each... you, your body!"

"Hu! Don't be afraid of each other - don't be afraid of...Yu Tian!?"

The landslides and the earth is broken, and the clouds are pouring down. Even Mozi is stimulated to the infectious power of the chorus. He seems to have seen that he used to be running around in various countries, but those kings like treacherous villains and cannot use them well.

His reason.

The Mo people are famous all over the world, but in the end, they still lose to this world and this era, and those decadent treacherous slander still stay in the temple!

"How... Hao Tian!!!"

Mozi's voice also joined in!

Although old, they are extremely powerful, and the scholars around them have their heads raised and their chests are even higher!

"Buzz~"

As the last note fell, Yan Ruyu raised her head. She looked at Le Zhengjin, whose face was as pale as paper, and her tone was still the same as it was.

"Do you know what the sound of nature is?"

Le Zhengjin stood up, but his legs suddenly became soft, he staggered, and fell to the cold ground with a thud.

He smiled bitterly.
Chapter completed!