In the corridor above the dance floor, Tadanobu Miyamoto was drinking.
He raised his glass and looked down at the hustle and bustle below.
Then, he raised his head and gulped down a big mouthful of strong liquor.
"Wine gets into one's heart, and the more one worries, the more one worries!" He sighed.
As a Transcendent Major, he naturally had a reason to be distressed.
Today, it was the ball of the Fusang Embassy.
Balls were imported from the Land of Qin during the Hundred-Year War.
To be precise, they were brought by the prisoners of war from the Land of Qin.
During the hundred-year war, the Federal Empire had captured a large number of nobles from the Land of Qin.
These nobles naturally received very good treatment.
All of them were comparable to the nobles of the Empire of the same level.
Who asked these guys to be bought with ransom money?
Moreover, according to the example of the Land of Qin, as long as they signed the document, the expenses during their captivity would be recognized.
Naturally, the lives of these captives in the prison camp were extremely comfortable.
Thus, a ball naturally appeared.
The nobles and military officers of the Federal Empire were also invited to participate.
As a result, there was no stopping it. It quickly spread throughout the country and swept through the world.
Today, it had even developed into dance halls, nightclubs, and so on.
However, the most important and formal event was the ball held in the main hall.
There were no commoners coming and going, and all of them were great scholars!
Thinking of this, Tadanobu Miyamoto downed another mouthful of alcohol.
Unfortunately, Transcendents would not get drunk.
Any kind of alcohol would be instantly broken down by the powerful liver of a Transcendent.
Therefore, he was also lying to himself.
But what else could he do?
He looked down at the dance floor again.
They were all second generations, hedonistic young masters.
It was not worth mentioning!
Every moment here felt like a year to Tadanobu Miyamoto!
"Since ancient times, heroes have been wrongly rewarded …" Miyamoto Tadanobu murmured, "Therefore, Feng Tang is easy to grow old, and Li Guang is difficult to seal!"
Thus, he poured himself another mouthful of wine.
He naturally had a reason to be melancholy!
What day is it today?
It was the day of the reception ball in the Fusang Kingdom.
In the main hall, there would be heroes from all over the world.
There was also the Polish Prince, Hurricane Lieutenant General Ludwig.
Fusang's Brigadier General Yanagawa Nobuo was also coming.
Perhaps there would even be a powerhouse from the Federal Empire personally overseeing it.
In the time it took for a spark to fly off a flint, they might have already fought countless rounds in the dark.
All kinds of exquisite Transcendent Spells were going to come and go.
To any Transcendent, this was an extremely precious feast.
It could even be said to be a life-long lesson!
The secret fight between the generals.
Psionic energy quietly bloomed.
He had to control both the intensity and the impact.
This would definitely reveal all sorts of techniques and strategies.
As long as he learned a few of them, he would be able to enjoy endless benefits for the rest of his life!
How was it like sitting on a cold bench and drinking wine?
This was practically an exile!
Thinking of this, Tadashi Miyamoto poured himself another glass.
Suddenly …
He caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye.
He suddenly stood up and looked down at the dance floor.
A man wearing what seemed to be a mask slowly walked through the crowd.
The lights of the dance floor shone on him, making him feel as if he had fallen into a sticky, dark abyss, a lightless hell.
He walked quietly.
Tadanobu Miyamoto sensed that psionic energy surrounded him like the wind.
It was as if he was the king of psionic powers.
"Who is it?" Tadashi Miyamoto stared at him, "A certain Immortal God bloodline?"
However, the person had already walked past the dance floor and went around to the music stage behind the dance floor.
"What is he going to do?" Tadashi Miyamoto became nervous.
He watched as the person walked up the stairs step by step.
The dance floor lights shone on him, and the two security guards on the music stage walked towards him.
Meow!
A cat meow drowned out everything.
Including the screaming music, the dancing crowd, and the loud noises.
Tadashi Miyamoto swallowed his saliva.
The wine glass in his hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
"True God!" Fear came from the bottom of his heart.
It was only at this moment that he finally saw that the person was holding a cat in his arms.
A true god level cat!
Tadashi Miyamoto was shocked!
… …
Ling Ping'an carried his pet and walked across the dance floor to the music stage.
His fingers were nimbly moving.
Countless music scores appeared in his mind.
In the blink of an eye, they turned into nothingness and became inspiration that he could not grasp.
However, this made him even more excited.
Some things that he had forgotten were remembered again.
"I remember that in my dream, I played music for thousands of people..." he recalled a dream he had once had.
An endless audience was crazy about his music.
At that time, he was the most beautiful boy in the world.
The traffic of the traffic, the focus of the focus.
In that dream, the audience screamed and cheered.
Vaguely, there seemed to be countless worlds cheering.
That feeling was extremely refreshing.
That feeling was extremely satisfying!
And now!
Ling Ping'an raised his head and looked at the two security guards who were walking towards him.
They were pulling out their stun batons.
Ling Ping'an laughed, "Don't disturb the artist's creation!"
Meow!
The cat in his arms meowed softly.
It agreed with its master's decision a million times!
And the two security guards seemed to understand at this moment how stupid their actions just now were!
Yes!
It was stupid!
How could they obstruct the creation of a great artist, the best musician in the world?
No way!
That was a crime!
A crime against art, against music art!
Therefore, they suddenly came to a realization. They understood and they stepped aside.
This was very good!
Ling Ping'an smiled and looked at the two security guards.
From their faces, Ling Ping'an saw their respect for him, their reverence for art, and their worship for music.
Therefore, he nodded.
He went straight to the musicians who were playing discs and drums.
Meow!
The kitten meowed softly.
The musicians immediately stepped aside tactfully.
They seemed to understand who the stage should be given to.
Who was the main character on the stage tonight.
Very smart!
Thus, Ling Ping'an easily took the microphone from the singer's hand.
Then, he looked at the dance floor.
The dance floor had already quietened down.
He then looked at the musicians and singers who were speechless and excited because they had seen a great artist.
He raised his hand.
Thus, he grabbed the microphone.
He said, "Ladies and gentlemen..."
"Now, please enjoy my latest creation..."
"This is an unparalleled musical feast!"
There was no applause, no cheers.
How could this be?
Ling Ping'an asked, "Why is there no applause? Where are the cheers? "
An instant later, clap clap clap, clap clap clap...
Sparse applause rang out, and then, it was like thunder.
The crowd whistled, and many people even cried.
Ling Ping'an looked at it and was extremely gratified.
"It seems that I am indeed a musical genius!"
As for when did he have a musical talent?
Liu Ling, Li Bai, Su Shi...
Which one of them wasn't a musical genius?
Now, he was possessed by so many poets.
Naturally, he was the number one musical genius in the world!
Didn't he see that the audience's hands were red from clapping, but they still refused to stop? Even tears were flowing. Was he still going to cheer?
Therefore, there was no need to think about it.
Of course, in his heart, he had a faint feeling that something was wrong.
The voice of reason seemed to be saying, "Hurry up and stop... Don't make a fool of yourself!"
But...
Why should he be afraid?
I am Liu Ling.
The drunk Liu Ling.
The Liu Ling who took the five-stone powder.
The disheveled Liu Ling!
The five-stone powder?
Ling Ping'an hesitated for a moment.
He felt that his current state seemed to be the same as the famous Wei-Jin scholar who took the five-stone powder.
He was completely unrestrained and had no scruples at all.
"Is this Heavenly God so terrifying?"
"I don't care!" He thought, "I'll talk about it after I'm done... Anyway, I'm wearing a mask... No one can recognize me!"
Therefore, he walked towards the musical instruments.
He examined them one by one.
If a worker wanted to do a good job, he must first sharpen his tools!
If he wanted to create good music, he must have good musical instruments!
Therefore, he looked at a drum.
He immediately fell in love with it!
Drum!
This was a good thing!
He liked it very much.
On the dance floor, the audience was still applauding.
They clapped desperately.
Tears and snot kept flowing out because of fear.
In everyone's eyes, on the music stage at this moment.
It was already hell!
Because, the king from hell, was standing there.
Although he looked like a human.
Although he didn't seem to have any power.
However, the black cat demon in his arms was baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.
Behind the cat demon, a strange pyramid was rising.
The outline of the pyramid was reflected in everyone's eyes.
In the pyramid that was surrounded by light, the Black Pharaoh had already raised his scepter high.
A blood moon shone high above the pyramid.
An indescribable monster crawled out of the blood moon.
Deformed, terrifying, terrifying.
Fear from the soul occupied everything!
Therefore, no one dared not to applaud.
No one dared not to cheer.
Everyone seemed to have understood something.
If they didn't do as they were told...
Then, the monster in the blood moon would crawl to reality and tear them all to pieces!
Ling Ping'an listened to the applause and cheers.
He reached out and stroked the drum in front of him.
The audience was too enthusiastic.
He had to create good music to repay the audience's enthusiasm.
He thought for a moment and gently patted the drum in front of him.
Dong!
The sound of the drum was pleasant!
The sound of the drum rumbled!
The sound of the drum was like thunder!
The sound of the drum was like lightning!
Ling Ping'an thought of a legend.
"In the East Sea, there is Liubo Mountain, seven thousand miles into the sea. There is a beast on it. It is shaped like an ox. It has a black body and no horns. It has one foot. When it enters and exits the water, there will be wind and rain. Its light is like the sun and moon, and its sound is like thunder. Its name is Kui. When the Yellow Emperor obtained it, he used its skin as a drum and used it as the bone of a thunder beast. Its sound could be heard for a hundred miles and its prestige was known to the world! "
He smiled, "Good drum! Good drum! "
So...
He raised his head and looked at the audience.
He solemnly announced, "Everyone, please be quiet!"
"The concert has begun!"
Meow!
The kitten in his arms jumped onto the front stage of the music stage.
It was ready to listen to its master's supreme music.
And the entire dance floor was incomparably quiet in an instant.
The audience was very supportive!
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