Chapter 448

Later, Lin Yuqi, known as the most outstanding student of Muqiu and the only female winner of the Steinway Masters Cup and later known as the "goddess of piano", always said with a sigh in her memory:

"It was my teacher who showed his power for the first time. It was Mr. Mu Qiu, known as a living myth, who showed his power in the world for the first time?"

"What I regret most is that I can't go to the scene, listen to the performance and watch my teacher's music. This is the biggest regret that I can't make up for."

"What? You say my favorite song? Of course, it's all the works created by the teacher. If you have to say that you like the most, it's the classic Liang Zhu that people call unrepeatable. "

Yes, this improvised "Liang Zhu." In the past hundreds of years of Muqiu era, it has been regarded as "an incomparable classic of love!"

Although this piece of music, in all the works of master Mu Qiu, the difficulty can only be regarded as medium, but it is even the greatest pianist of later generations. It's hard to play that kind of shocking effect.

But mu Qiu didn't know. Just after tonight, he was known as the living myth of the music age and the new music saint of the piano world.

That's right. This is the title of Muqiu. Therefore, Muqiu entered the music world and started his own way of legend.

After Muqiu left the world, his entertainment company, because of Muqiu's power, became the world's well deserved giant, sweeping the world.

Muqiu has opened a brand new entertainment Dynasty with the help of one person. Of course, this is later, let's not talk about it.

At this time of Muqiu, the end of the music, he looked at the three women, eyes showed a smile, but did not say anything, he sat quietly on the sofa.

Although it has the chaotic holy body, this kind of soul deep playing and singing is beyond the realm of mortals. It can be said that at this moment of Muqiu, the ability of piano skills at the level of eminent saints is brought into play.

Of course, it's not about skills, it's about yourself. Without the most sincere emotion, pure soul, you can't play this kind of music.

At night, Muqiu looks at the three girls and follows them to the competition stage. Tonight is the beginning of Muqiu's fame in the world.

Mu Qiu looks at the stage in front of him. There is a smile in his eyes. It's not fear. It's expectation. He's looking forward to fighting with the enemy.

He is deeply looking forward to, and then, many strong pianists will appear at this moment, each of them is worthy of the pride of heaven.

Today, these people are going to have a decisive battle here. Of course, the most noticeable one is kissin, the son of heaven in the West.

The young man, who is known as the "ghost child of piano", is the first person in the piano industry. He is looking for an opponent.

"Who is playing that piece of music? If you don't come to participate, it will be boring. I'm looking forward to your coming."

Along with the performance, everyone started their own performance, and kissin also showed his well deserved strength. He awed the audience with one piece of music.

Even Mu Qiu has to admit that this guy's piano strength is really strong. It seems that the guy in this world can't be underestimated.

However, Mu Qiu is not afraid of a smile, such strength, if it is before, he still has some trouble, but now, that is rolling.

Because now Muqiu has completely stood at a different height from them, a new height, and he is destined to follow them.

At this time, kissin finished his performance. He was listening to the audience's eyes, but frowned in his eyes, because he couldn't find it any more.

That's right. Kissin can't find the music that touches his soul any more. That's the most moving music kissin has ever had. That kind of music goes deep into his heart.

At this time of Mu autumn, looking at the front of the game scene, gently mouth don't a mu Qingcheng forehead, gently smile, walked down.

At this time, a black autumn, at this moment, attracted everyone's attention, dark short hair, a white suit, slowly came in from the background.

The young man's upper body is a tight black sleeveless sweatshirt with obvious chest and abdominal muscles, which matches his nearly perfect figure. Almost every woman around him can't help looking at him.

Kissin looks at the appearance of Muqiu. He knows that Muqiu is the man who let his friend lose. However, he should be a gambler.

At this time, everyone looked at Mu Qiu. Compared with ordinary people in a suit, Mu Qiu was just like ordinary people. He walked there peacefully.

Muqiu has changed. The deep blend of soul and music changes Muqiu's breath and makes his face more resolute and beautiful.

But it's not only his face shape, but also his eyes and temperament that are determined! If you say, once Muqiu, or dragon trapped shoal, playing the world.

So, now Mu Qiu has completely opened his tusks. This change is the change of soul, which leads to Mu Qiu's temperament.

Mu Qiu also changed his hair style. His dark long hair was completely cut short by him, just one inch short! Inch high short hair with Muqiu resolute face.

And that strong almost perfect body, which will definitely make countless women scream, but at the scene, there is no one woman, catch up with flowers.

They are rich family, or lady, they all know that this man is like the attraction of poppy, he is like the poppy in the night, attracting people to fall.

However, no one dares to come, that is because of the breath of autumn, the cold breath, the breath of thousands of miles away, the breath that people dare not get close to.

At this moment, Muqiu wakes up from his heart. He has grown up. Now, he is like the emperor in the Ninth Heaven, overlooking the world and disdaining everything.

That black sports fir and black trousers, a black is to let his body cold spread, no one dares to close to Muqiu.

For all this, Mu Qiu doesn't care at all. In his world, these women, even the qualification of climbing into their own bed, how about the rich family and noble women.

These women can't make Muqiu pay attention at all. At this moment, Muqiu raises his head. He looks at everyone, just like an emperor, and says aloud:

"Next, I'm going to play my original piece, its name."

Wake up.