Chapter 246: Contention In the back mountain of Dao Zong, Ying Huanhuan was sitting on a bluestone in a white shirt and blue pants, with a emerald green guqin on her her, Mu Zi was sitting in the air with her feet off the ground and her posture upright. There seemed to be an invisible platform under her. The jade-like Ziqin was floating in front of her. The breeze blew, and her white skirt fluttered. Two women, with similar ponytails, sat opposite each other, one was pretty and charming, the other was pure as an angel, creating a strange sense of harmony. Mu Zi sat quietly in the air, her fingers gently sliding across the surface of the piano that was glowing warm purple, her eyes calm and indifferent as she looked at the girl on the bluestone. Compared with her casualness and indifference, Ying Huanhuan's expression was extremely serious. She looked at the woman in the white dress opposite her with sharp eyes. The wind stopped, the trees stopped rustling, and the forest was silent for a moment. After looking at each other for a while, Ying Huanhuan slowly spoke, breaking the silent atmosphere. "Please, Miss Mu. I will do the consonant." In an ensemble piece, the one who plays first is the main player and can play at will, while the supporting players need to follow along, which is naturally more difficult. Ying Huanhuan asked Mu Zi to play the main role, which was an intentional concession. She was extremely confident in her piano skills, which she had cultivated throughout her life. She did not want to take advantage of Mu Zi's inexperience and wanted to win fairly. However, to her surprise, Mu Zi shook his head and rejected her kindness.
"I don't know many tunes, so you should play the lead, Miss Ying." Mu Zi was not being modest on purpose. She had a strong personality and would not take the initiative to play elegant songs to please others. The pieces she practiced were all full of passionate martial arts sounds. If she played the lead, Ying Huanhuan would probably find it difficult to follow her. This competition is just to see the Ice Master's style. It would not be good if Ying Huanhuan was hurt. Seeing Mu Zi's determined attitude, Ying Huanhuan pondered for a moment, glanced at Lin Dong beside him, and then nodded. "Okay, I'll play and you can follow." Ying Huanhuan's brows were relaxed, and her slender hands with perfect proportions fell on the guqin in front of her. The strings moved, and a green light shone brightly, dazzling her like a beautiful girl. Her fingers twirled slightly, and light and ethereal sounds flowed out, and the quiet forest suddenly moved. The emerald green guqin is a genuine heavenly spiritual treasure. It is tailor-made for the daughter of the Taoist master, and is therefore even more refined and extraordinary. Ying Huanhuan has been playing the guqin for many years. She can play the guqin at will. The music comes out even before she moves, and the clear strings flow with a natural and beautiful sound. However, this was a competition of piano skills, not a fight of martial arts. The sound waves played by Ying Huanhuan had no support from Yuanli. There was only a faint hint of piano meaning blooming, pressing towards Mu Zi. Mu Zi was as calm as water, playing the piano with both hands. Her snow-white wrists, as flawless as jade, glowed softly in the sunlight. Her fingertips moved lightly, twisting and plucking the strings, and clear notes came out, blending with the main melody, interlocking and pleasant to the ears. There was nothing unusual on the purple guqin in front of him, it was as plain as usual, as if it was just an ordinary guqin, but the sound of the guqin burst out, taking on all of Ying Huanhuan's music. Mu Zi had no intention of competing for victory. She handled the instrument with care and ease, freely and naturally. Her soft fingertips brushed the jade strings lightly, producing soft tunes that tinkled and flowed like clear spring water hitting rocks, or like a spring breeze caressing one's face, making her feel relaxed and happy. The melodious sound of the piano lingered in the woods, and two pairs of the most perfect jade hands in the world danced between the strings. This beautiful scene came into Lin Dong's eyes, making him intoxicated by it. Seeing that Mu Zifeng was calm and composed, he perfectly followed his melody. A hint of solemnity flashed in Ying Huanhuan's eyes. The other party's piano skills were not ordinary and should not be underestimated. But it's better this way. Since it's like this, I can do whatever I want and see how she responds. Thinking of this, Ying Huanhuan raised her eyebrows and her hands moved faster. Her fair hands left a trail of afterimages in front of her body. The rhythm of the piano music also changed accordingly, from the original slow and gentle rhythm to the powerful and overwhelming rhythm. The notes, carrying Ying Huanhuan's piano spirit, mercilessly moved towards Mu Zi, as if to make her confused and make mistakes in front of Lin Dong and embarrass herself. Faced with Ying Huanhuan's attack, Mu Zi couldn't help but frown and felt unhappy. He didn't seem to have provoked Ying Huanhuan and had always treated her kindly, but she was aggressive and refused to give up. Even a clay figure can have a temper, not to mention that Mu Zi himself does not think he is a good-tempered person. Since the opponent has already made a move, it doesn't matter if he takes it. Let's see what the Ice Lord can do! Mu Zi's eyes, as quiet as autumn water, were filled with ripples, her hair was flying, and an invisible aura emanated from her. As her aura changed, the tune she followed was no longer gentle and soft, but rather a low hum. Her fingers moved suddenly, accompanied by a clear sound, and the sonorous and powerful string sound came out like a rolling stone from a mountain, shaking the forest. At the same time, the high spirit of martial arts bloomed from Mu Zi and merged into the sound of the piano, which was like a blazing fire, or like cold ice, or as heavy as a mountain, or as majestic as the sea. The true meaning of martial arts followed the sound of the piano, rushing past like a torrent, with an unstoppable momentum, overwhelming Ying Huanhuan's main melody, overwhelming her piano meaning, forcing it forward and enveloping Ying Huanhuan.
When Mu Zi stopped giving in, Ying Huanhuan could no longer remain calm. The majestic thoughts surged in her. At this moment, she seemed to be facing an insurmountable peak, or like a small boat in the stormy sea that could capsize at any time. Ying Huanhuan clenched her teeth, beads of sweat seeping out of her snow-white forehead. However, under Mu Zi's pressure, she held on very reluctantly. The waves of sound, carrying the melody she had played, rolled back and hit her body and her heart. Are you going to lose? Ying Huanhuan murmured in her heart, feeling a strong sense of unwillingness. Is Mu Zi really so insurmountable? Her casualness is something that I can't compete with even if I study it for a lifetime! The piano is like this, so are people Facing such an opponent, is there really any hope of winning? Ying Huanhuan was frustrated and wanted to give up, but when her eyes fell on Lin Dong and saw his gaze following that figure infatuatedly, a sharp light suddenly burst out from her eyes. I won't lose to her! Ying Huanhuan shouted in her heart, and at the same time, there seemed to be an inaudible voice that resounded in her heart, resonating with her. As her emotions burst out, a hint of ice-blue seemed to surge in her dark eyes. Zheng! Ying Huanhuan's piano playing suddenly became sharper. With the blessing of the icy blue spirit, she was no longer suppressed by Mu Zi's momentum, but instead surged up and competed with him. Boom boom boom! Even though there was no Yuanli to stimulate, the two men's burst of thoughts still created waves of air and formed strong winds. The towering ancient trees around them were broken in half by the impact and fell backwards with a loud bang. Looking down from the sky, the waves in the forest spread outward, as if a stone was thrown into the water, causing layers of ripples. Ying Huanhuan's piano playing suddenly became stronger. Mu Zi looked at her imposing appearance, a thoughtful look flashed across his eyes. Ice Lord? The ensemble had progressed to this point, which was beyond Mu Zi's expectations. Ying Huanhuan seemed unwilling to lose the upper hand, and even without awakening, she had attracted the spiritual power of the Ice Lord hidden deep inside. As for that, it's just a competition At this point, Mu Zi's anger had dissipated. She had just felt a little targeted and offended. There was no need to get angry with a little girl. Thinking in his heart, Mu Zi withdrew his artistic conception, stopped the movement of his hands, and the passionate piano music disappeared. Without the force to counteract her, Ying Huanhuan's piano music lost its resistance and surged like a raging wave, hitting Mu Zi hard. Mu Zi frowned slightly, and released his energy in front of him to block the sound waves. "Miss Ying is an excellent pianist. I admire her." She looked at Ying Huanhuan and said calmly. Ying Huanhuan stopped playing the sonata, and when she saw Mu Zi admit defeat, a hint of pleasure flashed in her eyes. She won this competition! "Thank you." Ying Huanhuan was about to speak when she saw Lin Dong quickly walk up to Mu Zi, his eyes full of amazement. "You play the piano so well!" Mu Zi smiled faintly. "Okay." Ying Huanhuan stood not far away, watching this scene with mixed feelings. She obviously won, but why can't she be happy? (End of this chapter)