Chapter 1242

After hearing Yehong's words, all the people present kept silent, which seemed to be a kind of silent support for Yehong.

Feel the strange atmosphere of the scene, Duanmu Chengya and Cang Song Lin are shocked.

They were surprised to find that they underestimated Yehong's ability to mobilize emotions.

As he said so, it was clear that those present already had some other views.

However, this distrust of the judges' seats is a small matter at a small scale, but it may affect the ancient music competitions in the future.

If the rumors of unfair judgment spread out, it will greatly affect the reputation of the ancient music competition in the ancient music field.

It was a big blow to the reputation of Duanmu Chengya and several judges.

It can be clearly seen that the two judges with normal scores have changed their faces and quietly separated from the other three people, as if they are drawing a clear line.

The changes on the judges' bench have made the audience at the bottom of the table fantasize.

Cang Song Lin knew that he couldn't go on like this. He quickly put on a dignified look and glared at Ye Hong and said, "younger generation, tell me what you don't believe in. I'll let you take it for granted!"

Ye Hong was unafraid and forced to ask, "why can't winter win the championship?"

The words are solemn and upright, giving people a sense of dignity.

In the hearts of all the people, there was an instant shock and resonance.

A man couldn't help but immediately followed Yehong and called out: "excuse me, why can't winter win the championship?"

There are one, there are two, one after another called out this sentence: "why can't winter win the championship?"

"Why?"

The roar in unison washes the sky and resounds through the world.

This sudden burst of momentum, shock on the stage of Cang Song Lin a footstep instability, almost fell back.

He quickly stabilized himself, his face slightly twitched, and said in a deep voice: "it's very simple, because of the lack of ancient rhyme of winter, it is difficult to be awarded the title track."

After listening to Cang Songlin's explanation, Yehong immediately sneered: "ancient rhyme? Do you deserve to talk about Ancient Rhymes

He pointed to Yao Ling, who was confused behind him, and said in a loud voice, "Miss Yao Yao came from an ancient family, and her fingering is in line with the ancient rules. Do you dare to say that the music she plays has no ancient rhyme?"

Cang Song Lin's mouth was dry, and she said: "even if she came from an ancient family, it doesn't mean that the music itself is an ancient tune?"

Cang Song Lin gave a cold smile: "if you remember correctly, this song is your own creation?

Do you want to say that you are from ancient times?

It's ridiculous

"Who said that modern people can't write ancient music?

I read ancient books, learn ancient sounds, and know ancient rites...

as long as I keep my mind simple, why not become an ancient?

But I don't think you can understand my realm.

Of course, I can't understand the ancient meaning in "winter in winter."

Night Hong silk undisguised contempt, let the arrogant Cang Song Lin burst of anger.

He stood up and roared: "you dare to say that I don't know the ancient rhyme. When I was in the ancient music world, you were not born yet!"

"Although there has been a certain order in Wen Dao, there are also specialized techniques.

You can live a long time, but the strength of ancient music is far less than me!

So you are not qualified to evaluate the game! "

Night Hong looked up at Cang Song Lin, shining in his eyes, and his tone did not give in.

All the people present were shocked.

They found that Yehong is not just crazy, but crazy to the end of the universe, crazy to the extreme!

Who dares to despise Cang Song Lin, the God of water music?

Only Yehong dares to do so!