The man nodded quickly: "Okay!"

Qin Mo gasped for breath for several times before he managed to calm down.

Evil!

This kid Zhao Hao is so evil!

I am afraid that I, the leader of the musical instrument, may not be able to protect myself at all.

If there are any other songs, you can play them!

Zhao Hao smiled, raised his chin slightly, and signaled the musicians of Tianxiang Pavilion to continue.

Immediately afterwards, the next song started.

It still has a brisk tone, but the feeling it brings is completely different.

It's like a lively market, with bustling crowds, steamed bun steamers filling the air, and vendors carrying candied haws and gadgets wandering around.

This song is called "Market".

The light was still shining brightly, firmly suppressing Qin Mo's mortal tragedy.

This song full of fireworks is the real world.

The third song, "Play", is still extremely pure, making people feel free of distractions when listening to it.

Three consecutive pieces of music made Xingyuetan Immortal Guang shine.

Now, everyone couldn't sit still.

Eighty-one years ago, the genius of Yan State single-handedly defeated the miscellaneous subjects. It is true, but in fact, not every item was crushed. He only took the first place in five items, and many of the topics were robbed by others.

First.

But looking at Zhao Hao's posture, does he want to crush the entire Qinxiang with his own strength?

Of the three topics to choose from, two have already passed.

The six pieces of music were all overwhelming. Even Qin Mo, a descendant of the Qin family, could not compare even if his music was quite good.

What a weirdo!

Dahuang Wenquxing.

Is your song a folk-art song?

Nan Ziling stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Young Master Zhao is a great talent! I listened to three pieces of Jun's song today. Nan is very grateful."

Zhao Hao asked back: "How grateful are you? Can you be grateful enough to stab me less when you plot against me?"

Nan Ziling: "Hang Chi Chi... Hahahahaha! Mr. Zhao is joking, gratitude is gratitude, and stabbing is stabbing. We are all simple people, and of course we have to do things simply, you are right!"

Zhao Hao was also shocked: "Mr. Nan is so open-minded, Zhao has no choice but to take a high look at you. If you really say that you have wiped out the past grudges, you are so hypocritical that it stinks!"

Then, he turned around and asked: "Mr. Qin, can the three songs I just played help you to stab me less when you plot against me?"

Qin Mo: "???"

How do you want me to answer?

Can't poke less?

Huang He watched from behind.

One less stab?

It stinks of hypocrisy.

He felt that Zhao Hao was targeting him today, but he had to swallow his anger.

It was no longer appropriate to stay any longer, so he snorted angrily and left.

Ning Wanli held three music books in her hands as if she were holding three pairs of stockings. She looked at Zhao Hao with a somewhat complicated look: "Brother Zhao, is this the world in your eyes?"

"Um!"

Zhao Hao nodded solemnly.

For some reason, Ning Wanli couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief after receiving his affirmative reply.

When she looked at him again, her eyes became much softer.

In the past, she was somewhat hostile to Zhao Hao.

I feel that if this person lived in Qi State, even if he did not become a tribute sect, he would still be a profit-seeking profiteer.

But now, that doesn't seem to be the case.

How could a profit-seeking businessman compose such a pyrotechnic yet extremely pure piece of music?

Maybe... the bustling and vibrant world is also his vision.

Ning Wanli took a deep breath and announced that today's article meeting was over.

After everyone dispersed, she quickly looked for Zhao Hao and finally stopped him when he was about to get on the carriage.

Zhao Hao looked at her with a puzzled look on his face: "What else can you do? My new stockings haven't been finished yet, so there's no need to be in such a hurry, right?"

Ning Wanli was not angry, but looked at Zhao Hao seriously.

With her level of cultivation, she couldn't force the sound into a line, so she just crushed a piece of talisman paper and enveloped the two of them.

She hesitated for a moment and then asked: "What if the powerful Lord and the immortals and Buddhas in the sky want to destroy this human world?"

Zhao Hao grinned: "This talisman costs a thousand gold apiece. Is this why you pay a thousand gold?"

Ning Wanli nodded: "Your answer is worth a thousand pieces of gold, tell me quickly!"

Zhao Hao thought for a while and said with a smile: "Then let them die!"

Ning Wanli let out a breath, and immediately showed a smile: "It's just that with Brother Zhao's current strength, what he said is a bit overestimating his ability!"

Zhao Hao grinned: "I just said a few words of joy, but you still took it seriously! I have also made great ambitions before, is the princess interested in hearing about it?"

Ning Wanli smiled and said: "But it doesn't matter!"

Zhao Hao took a deep breath, with a serious look on his face: "I want the sky to no longer be able to cover my eyes, I want this earth to no longer be able to bury my heart, I want all living beings to understand my meaning. I want all living beings to understand my meaning.

All Buddhas have vanished into thin air.”

Ning Wanli: "..."

Zhao Hao continued seriously: "Anyway, I'm going to fall out with the little old man when I get back. I won't hide it from you anymore. I'm going to show off my cards. I want to proclaim myself emperor, and of course I won't be an ordinary emperor, but... Emperor Huangtian!"

Ning Wanli: "..."

She felt that Zhao Hao was talking nonsense again.

I just talked so much that I don't know which one is true.

Zhao Hao looked at her with an unhappy look on his face: "Did I say something bad?"

"well……"

Ning Wanli could only respond and silently added in her heart: It just doesn't suit you.

Zhao Hao became even more displeased: "Isn't that a croak?"

Ning Wanli could only applaud repeatedly.

Zhao Hao curled his lips: "I keep talking all day long, as if there is something wrong with me."

After that, he kicked the horse's butt and the carriage left straight away.

Ning Wanli looked at the smoke and dust raised by the carriage, feeling slightly absent-minded.

She was very sure that Zhao Hao was just talking nonsense.

But the music score in his hand is extremely real, and the kind of pyrotechnics is not something that an ordinary young man of power can experience.

But it just so happens that the last page of these music scores has a new style of black silk.

The power of three socks is so terrifying.

For some reason, a picture appeared in Ning Wanli's mind:

Zhao Hao, dressed in coarse linen clothes, came from the crowd and went to the crowd, dusty from the dust, with a compassionate look on his face, trying to save all sentient beings. Then he opened the door, sat down on the chair and shouted at himself: "Here are the socks!"

She rubbed her head, feeling that after being influenced by Zhao Hao, her mind became more and more abnormal.

Shaking her head, she got on her horse and rushed towards the palace.

…

On the carriage.

Lao Yang asked with a smile: "Sir, what did you say to the princess of Qi just now?"

Zhao Hao curled his lips: "I didn't say anything, I just exchanged music. As you know, those of us who play art are more emotional."

Of course, it can also be sexy.

Lao Yang just thought it was a fresh fart and didn't ask any more questions.
To be continued...