Fang Yan had never experienced such a thing.
Just because he heard a song, no, just a simple tune, it could drive the Tai Chi Pole to wake up and spin.
In the past, he could only use the heart of Tai Chi when he was in extreme danger.
This was like discovering a new continent, which made Fang Yan feel fresh and shocked.
The heart of Tai Chi spun faster and faster, and the vortex of Tai Chi sank deeper and deeper.
The vortex formed a black hole that could swallow everything that was rolled up.
His Dantian was burning hot, and this heat spread to his whole body. Fang Yan's whole body also became warm.
It was a world of ice and snow outside, and the warmth inside was not too high. However, it was like there was a sun rising above Fang Yan's head, exerting heat only on him.
It was steaming hot!
It was still the same monotonous and dull sound, repeating over and over again.
Sometimes it was about to explode, but it was fiercely suppressed. Then it exploded, and it was suppressed again. Sometimes it sank, and there was no sound at all. The soft sigh of the lonely old man was gone, and the crying of the wind was gone.
The wind stopped, and the person died.
The world was quiet!
It was silent, just like the fate of many people.
Just when you could no longer feel its presence and thought that everything was over, it would emerge from a faraway place, whimpering and sorrowful.
It was like an old man who had been hurt by love. When she was young, she had a lover who loved her. They made a vow to hold hands and grow old together. Times changed, and the world changed. The two people who loved each other were either in different places, or forever separated by life and death. However, in countless lonely nights or rainy mornings, she could always think of the happy times they had together, but she could not remember the face that she used to think was very familiar.
It was also like a young man with a difficult fate. He was smart and intelligent, a genius. Because he offended the son of his leader or superior, he was expelled and framed again and again. However, he was not willing to be ordinary for the rest of his life. He gritted his teeth and stubbornly worked hard day after day. He raised his head again and again, but he could never escape the big net woven by power and wealth.
This flute sound was everyone's state of mind, it was everyone's fate, it was every heartbroken person's cry, and every pitiful person's loneliness and indignation.
There were young girls crying, middle-aged men with red eyes, and some elderly people hiding in the shadows. Their expressions couldn't be seen, but they could feel their regret and helplessness.
Fang Yan's Heart of Taiji merged with this tune.
When the flute sound was deep and gentle, the heart of Taiji would spin gently and comfortably.
When the sound of the flute was about to reach its peak, the speed of the Taiji Heart also increased, as if it was about to explode.
When the sound of the flute sank to the bottom of the valley, until there was no more sound, until the people had left and the teahouse was already empty, Fang Yan's Taiji heart also came to an abrupt stop, like the calm surface of a lake.
The sound of the flute rose again and pressed down again.
It rose again and pressed down again.
He lifted it up again and again, and pressed it down again and again.
You light the fuse, anticipating the bang. The knife you stabbed was waiting for blood to splash on your face. You spent so much time and energy flirting and rubbing against each other, just for that moment when your soul and flesh merged and your essence erupted …
Explosion!
Everyone was waiting for it to explode!
Fang Yan's Heart of Taiji also went through this process. Just as it was about to explode, shatter his dantian, and tear his body into a pile of meat paste, it returned to calmness again and again. Then it exploded again and again, and again and again.
Over and over again, as if it was going to exhaust its entire life!
Wu wu wu!
The sound of the flute gradually faded away, then disappeared without a trace, without a sound.
Finally, everything disappeared!
The old woman sat in front of the window for a long time, but her lover didn't come. The young man struggled all his life, but still remained unknown. You lit the fuse, but it was a squib. You stabbed out, but it only stabbed empty air. You flirted and rubbed against each other, but met someone who didn't love you …
All living beings suffered!
This was an extremely sad story!
Silence!
It was still deathly quiet!
The music had stopped for a long time, but the lights in the hall were still not turned on.
Everyone stood silently in the darkness, not knowing if they were waiting for the sound of the flute to resound again from the desolate wilderness or the boundless sky, or if they were unable to extricate themselves from the silence of the past.
"The moonlight of the old days shone on me a few times. Playing the flute beside the plum blossom, summoning the jade woman, regardless of the cold and picking. "A clear male voice suddenly rang out in the darkness.
"He Xun is getting old now, and has forgotten about the spring breeze. But no wonder, the sparse flowers outside the bamboo, the cold fragrance enters the Yao Mat. "
"Jiang Country, is silent. Sighing to the distant road, the night snow has begun to accumulate. Emerald Jade is easy to exhaust, and Hong 'E is speechless. "
"Long memories once held hands, a thousand trees pressed down, and the West Lake was cold and blue. When will we see each other? "
The man was very talented in reciting. A lonely and helpless ancient poem was sung with his unique voice, making people feel deeply immersed in it. Loneliness followed him like a shadow.
This poem and the flute sound of the Music Fanatic echoed each other and promoted each other. Music was the voice of the heart, and the words were the soul of the music. It made one's entire body go soft, as if life had lost all meaning.
The person who read the words was General Xing. Although it was dark, Fang Yan could still recognize his voice.
Fang Yan's heart of Tai Chi was spinning because of the Music Fanatic's unknown flute sound, and General Xing was also deeply touched.
It was one thing to have feelings, but to be able to express one's feelings in a poem was another. This was enough to show a person's cultural attainment and personal quality.
Only after listening to General Xing's explanation could he have a deeper understanding of the Music Fanatic's song. Many people should be grateful to General Xing, right?
This kid was always able to silently buy people's hearts.
Pah!
It wasn't until the man finished reading that the lights in the hall lit up in unison.
The girls hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes. Some rubbed their eyes and squeezed out a sad smile. Even more people lowered their heads and drank to hide their sadness.
Pah!
Someone clapped.
Clap clap clap …
More people joined in.
After a few breaths, the applause was like thunder.
They didn't see the Music Fanatic, nor did they see a huge band or gorgeous instruments. There was only a clear flute, but it brought everyone to reflect on their lives …
This was the Music Fanatic!
Ye Fengsheng rubbed his eyes and looked at Ruan Qian beside him with red eyes. He said, "I don't know what's going on, but I just feel terrible … It's like that woman doesn't want me anymore."
"The Music Fanatic's reputation is well-deserved. Her music is not only pleasing to the ear, but it also cleanses the soul. "Zhu Zidan, the iron-blooded man, was actually sobbing like a little girl.
"It's like listening to a sad story or watching a sad movie …" Chen Yanqing said.
Ye Fengsheng turned to look at Fang Yan and said, "Fang Yan, how do you think … you became like this?"
Fang Yan looked like someone had poured a bucket of water on his head. His entire face was covered in sweat. His forehead was dripping with sweat, and beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks. His clothes were completely soaked, but the soaked clothes didn't stick to his body. Instead, they were lifted high by an invisible gas.
Yes, Fang Yan's current state was like a wet doll that had been filled with air.
His face was red, and there were flames burning in his eyes. The hot air above his head evaporated, and a white gas came out from his hair, forming a white pillar that shot towards the ceiling of the hall.
"I'm going out …" Fang Yan's voice was hoarse. His mouth was dry, and his throat felt like it was about to be roasted dry. There was no water in it at all.
The music stopped, but his Taiji heart was still spinning crazily.
Moreover, it was spinning faster and faster, completely out of his control.
"… Take a breather," Fang Yan said. He used two sentences to finish these six words, and there was a long pause in between.
Hearing Ye Fengsheng's exclamation, Zhu Zidan and the others all looked over. When they saw the smoke coming out of Fang Yan's head, they all turned pale with fright.
"Fang Yan, are you okay? Where do you feel uncomfortable? "
"Are you poisoned? Someone poisoned the wine. "
"They're going too far. I'll f * cking fight them."
"I'm fine." Fang Yan knew his family's situation, and said with red eyes, "I'm going out for a walk … I just feel hot. It's too stuffy in here … I'm going out to take a breather. "
"We'll go with you," Ye Fengsheng said. He did not know what Fang Yan's situation was, and was worried that it was a symptom of being poisoned. At this time, they had to stay by Fang Yan's side to prevent people with bad intentions or Jiang Junling from taking the opportunity to attack Fang Yan.
Fang Yan did not stop them, and he was powerless to do so.
He just wanted to rush out into the world of ice and snow, feel the cold wind, and drink a few mouthfuls of ice water.
Fang Yan took a step forward.
"Rip …"
He had just taken a step when the clothes on his upper body could not withstand the force and were actually torn to pieces. The torn clothes were soaked in sweat, and once they left his body, they immediately fell to the ground.
Fang Yan stood in the middle of the hall with his upper body bare, and his body was also covered in hot sweat. It was as if he had washed his body under the water faucet with his pants on, and suddenly the phone outside rang, and he was in a hurry to answer the call …
Countless guests stared at the scene in front of them with their eyes wide open.
This kid … wanted to run naked?
Fang Yan smiled awkwardly, but that smile tore the muscles on his face and made him feel pain.
He wanted to explain that it was not what they thought, and that he did not know what was going on.
However, his lips moved, but no words came out … First, he wanted to avoid the crowd that was watching him like a monkey in a zoo.
So, he moved another step.
"Rip …"
"Rip …"
Two more crisp sounds were heard, and the two trouser legs actually broke into two pieces, and then fell vertically on his two shoes.
"Hua …"
Those guests who were staring at Fang Yan suddenly opened their eyes even wider, and couldn't get any wider. They looked at Fang Yan, who was standing naked in the middle of the hall, with faces full of fear and surprise, and felt … that it was not a waste to come here today.
Fang Yan looked at the surrounding guests' reactions, then looked at his crotch, and let out a blood-curdling scream as if he was being molested.
The number one male idol of Swallow Dock, Fang Huohuo, had fallen in Yan Jing Starlight Heaven and Earth today.
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