Niu Fei Zai Xia

"Good poetry! Good songs!"

Lin Jianmen cheered loudly, and even the sickle door, he had to be convinced.

The talented woman smirked and smiled and got up and thanked her for her blessing.

Wu Hao wants to persuade two sentences, but knows that Mu Qingya’s state of mind has been chaotic, and it is difficult to make a better poem at this moment.

[Analysis of the piano playing process is 100% complete! Playing the piano. 】 Metalized sounds sounded in Wu Hao’s mind.

Wu Hao just watched the old general Hong Shouting Fu Qin making songs, and the evolution of the body automatically learned. At the time, the metal tone of learning reminders had already sounded in the mind. The ultra-high-speed horror learning ability has already played the piano.

However, the music will not be released, so Wu Hao can sing the poems of another world and let Mu Qingya annotate with his ability to make music.

The old general, Mr. Hong Shouting, sighed with a sigh of relief and said: "There is a good time, and the talented woman makes the old man sing passionately. She can't help but recall the scene of the rush."

"In a hurry, it can have such an effect, and the old generals are in love." Mo Xi is modest. On the surface is not how it is, but her eyes are full of pride.

Not to be afraid of pride. Being able to make such imposing poems in public in a short period of time, and composing music so fast, is absolutely innocent.

Lin Chaoying stood up and smugly walked over to the side of Yun Yunjiao. He rubbed his finger that had just been burnt and smiled. "Isn't the unknown knife door, when can I smell it?"

Mu Qingya, Qi Yunjiao and other women have a cloudy atmosphere. In their hearts, this game is already difficult to recover.

"Chao Ying, don't see a group of people in the countryside." Xuanwu female Wei Ling sweared a swearing voice, and the words stinged ironically.

"Yes, yes, my sister said very much." Lin Chaoying smiled and turned back to the Lin Jianmen camp.

"Sickle the door, come one!"

"Sickle the door, come one!"

"Sickle the door, come one!"

A neat creaking sound suddenly sounded under the stage. Actually, some of the disciples of Lin Jianmen shouted in unison, urging the Scythe door to quickly produce the work.

This kind of mind can be really poisonous, the more so urging, the more likely it is that people are overstressed. Even the mind is empty, half a word can not be written.

Although there are also reprimands in the crowd of the sickle door, after all, this is the content of the trials of the Fujian and Taiwan, and it is useless to get the dry goods.

"Can't write it!"

"There are great talented women sitting in the town, they naturally dare not show their works!"

A variety of buzzing sounds are endless.

Mu Qingya picked up the pen and bitten his thin lips but couldn't fall for a long time.

Wu Hao looked at the incense in the incense burner, and there were two-fifths of the musk, and it took about ten minutes.

"What should I do? What should I do?" Jin Yunjiao has been upset, and her head is shaking around and she can't think of a solution. Her two girlfriends also panicked and tried to talk about words together, but they were too busy to help, but they disturbed Mu Qingya's thinking.

"Miss Dad, the big leader, we can all wait!" Lin Chaoying said far from the words of excitement: "You can hurry, do you want to wait for the sun to go down?"

The next stage of laughter.

"What to do, what to do?!" Yunyun injured in the audience anxious.

The narcissistic son Zong Zhilian shakes the fan fast, and the brain teasing can't help.

Mu Qingya's blue silk Liu Hai, Bai Yu's forehead sees sweat.

Jin Yunjiao bit his teeth and whispered: "Do you want to lose this sentence? They have a long-awaited Mo talented woman sitting in the town, we are not losing."

Admit defeat? Mu Qingya’s lips bite tighter, knowing that her poetry level is not as good as that of a talented woman, but she does not want to point this head.

Wu Hao stunned, and finally could not help but whispered: "I sing a piece for you, can you add a score according to my temperament?"

If you don’t rob the text, you are embarrassed to say that you are a passer-by. Wu Hao’s heart sighs, not to mention the woman’s body.

"..." Mu Qingya snorted and gestured with his hand: "Have you made it?"

Jin Yunjiao and the two girlfriends also looked round and surprised.

"I have heard someone else sing, and it is not widely spread. We can use it to fill it up." Wu Hao said.

Jin Yunjiao and Mu Qingya shook their heads together, and Miss Dajie firmly said: "No, this is plagiarism."

Wu Hao had no time to talk, and quickly corrected: "Well, that's what I think, but I will sing and not compose music. You Yunjiao is responsible for recording the text, and you are eager to remember the tune."

Wu Hao grabbed another pair of pens and papers and gave them to Yun Yunjiao.

Several girls were surprised together. Although I haven't heard Wu Hao sing a poem, but dare to show it at this time, and then associate her magical performances such as recall, at least let people have a glimmer of hope.

Wu Hao lowered his voice and sang a poem from the original world.

Mu Qingya listened more and more shocked, and the lovely eyes that were originally quite big were almost rounded.

Jin Yunjiao heard his mouth wide open, and even the brush in his hand did not fall into the paper.

Wu Haoyi sang, watching them stunned, and quickly urged: "I am going to delay their time, you can write down the music!"

"Oh! Oh!" Jin Yunjiao returned to God and rushed to write. Mu Qingya also hurriedly recalled the tune and composed music for this poem.

They never thought that war poetry could be written like this.

"I am going to play the first song to fight ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ We can't just let them ridicule the momentum. You can be distracted when you are busy." Wu Hao got up and walked to the center of Taiwan.

"Xiao girl, can you have a good job?" The old general was still feeling that the talented woman could make such a sinister poem. When she suddenly saw Wu Hao coming over, she asked with delight.

"Sorry, actually, I want to learn it." Wu Hao spit out his tongue, pretending to be a gesture: "I don't have a heart to remember, so I have always had good memory, so there is always progress in learning everything."

"Oh, your baby is also right." The old general asked: "What do you want to learn, do you want the old man to teach you how to play the piano? This can be difficult for the elderly, this is not a moment. ......"

Lin Chaoying said in a short distance: "The old general, this gimmick is a reminiscence that makes people feel like a freak. I have taught her to see people who have made swords and can learn."

"Study the sword of the sword?" The old general glimpsed. He may have heard of the name of Wu Yiyi, but it is still not clear that she can learn swords and martial arts.

Lin Chaoying came over and said coldly: "This gimmick can learn from other people's martial arts. Even Lin Jianmen's swordsmanship of my martial art has been learned by her."

"It doesn't matter." The old general smiled. "I don't have any good deeds for her to learn."

Wu Hao did not pay attention to Lin Chaoying's intervention. He said to himself, "The old general, I want to borrow the manuscript of Mo Cai, can I?"

what? Is she going to study poetry on the spot?

The people around the ring also heard her words, and everyone suddenly showed a strange expression.