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Now when it comes to musical instruments, people's first reaction is either piano or violin, cello and so on.

In the minds of these people, only such instruments were noble and elegant, but they had forgotten that they were supreme existences as instruments of the ancient court.

Amidst the applause, the lights on the stage suddenly dimmed.

The sudden sight of darkness caused a blind spot, and then, at that moment, a heavy drum sounded.

The passionate sound of the drum was simply shocking. It struck the hearts of the people in the auditorium as well as the people watching the live broadcast on the internet. At the same time, a light illuminated the location of the drum.

The young man had a tall and sturdy figure, he wore dark red light armor, and he looked like a brave warrior.

As the sound of his drum faded away, the melodious sound of the zither beside his ears drew his attention.

The rhythm of the zither was melodious and gentle as it descended at the speed of light, covering the position of the zither. It was a young girl wearing a red dress with long hair that was tied up in a bun with a wooden hairpin.

Soon after, the melodious sound of the zither began to accelerate under her slender fingers, causing the spectators' blood to boil with excitement.

Along with the sound of the drum and the zither, the speed of light on the stage increased by one, and more sounds were added. Battle drums, guzheng, zither, flute, erhu, pipa, gourd, xun, xiao, harp, harp.

Twelve kinds of traditional national music, the stage background lights up, it's sand painting.

The domineering melody and the strong historical atmosphere, led by the music led everyone into a long and ancient era, the majestic imperial city, the battlefield filled with smoke.

The audiences were attracted by the music and entered a whole new world. Seeing the prosperity of the imperial city, the rhythm of the music suddenly intensified and the drumbeats became more concentrated and heavier. After the war, the city gates were destroyed and the soldiers were guarding the tall figures of the mountains and rivers.

The war drums of the Gold Steel Horse rang out.

At the moment when the music was at its most intense, it suddenly disappeared, and for a moment everyone's hearts dropped. While they were immersed in this atmosphere of loss, the sound of the zither slowly accompanied the melody of the zither.

The two voices were like gentle words that comforted the listeners' lost feelings.

On the stage, Song Qinghuan, who was playing a zither, and Shen Yi Xin, who was playing a zither, raised their heads and looked at each other with a tacit understanding. Their eyes were filled with laughter.

The light faded with the music and finally disappeared, leaving nothing behind but melancholy. The stage was once again dark.

On the internet, the millions of netizens who were watching the live broadcast had finally returned to their places with their souls. They could no longer suppress their agitated moods and left behind a screen full of bullets.

Ah !

"F * ck f * ck f * ck f * ck!"

"Boiling blood!" "Don't stop me, I will go on the battlefield and kill the enemy!"

"Did you notice?! That Red Cloaked Sect Leader is our family's first love! "

It was as if a strange switch had been opened on this screen, and the netizens who had taken screenshots recognized the guzheng player one by one.

"Song Qinghuan!"

"The High Priestess of the Qing Huan Cult, Wen Cheng Wu De, has ruled the martial arts world for thousands of years!"

"Greetings, Sect Leader!"

"Did only I notice that the last one to play was our Goddess Shen?"

"Previously, I only knew that Goddess Shen was able to play the piano well. I never thought that she would be able to handle such a complicated piano piece."

"Isn't it just a knee, I'll give it to you!"

"Big bro Zhan Luo is so handsome, you want to marry me?"

"All confessions!"

The crowd also burst into applause. The gazes of these people were burning hot.

"Thank you, my school's December team, for bringing the 'World Ruling'." When the host's voice rang out, there was still some applause. This kind of excitement caused those who were still tired to wake up. The atmosphere immediately became extremely lively.

The two hosts laughed and mocked. When they heard from the host that this domineering melody that carried a hint of history was performed by the students alone, the veterans in the audience found it hard to believe.

Initially, everyone thought that the melody was composed by a master teacher from the academy. No one expected that it was composed by a student.

At this moment, Song Qinghuan and the rest were also left on stage by the host. The performance had just ended and the twelve students' faces were brimming with brilliant smiles. Some of their eyes were already red.

However, everyone agreed that they didn't owe it to themselves. To be frank, this song was the work of Song Qinghuan. The members of their group were all taken together by Song Qinghuan to form the 'December Group'.

The meaning behind his words was obvious. If it weren't for Song Qinghuan, this musical feast wouldn't have happened. They were very grateful towards Song Qinghuan, and wanted them to participate in this feast.

As a result, Song Qinghuan became famous once again. This time, it wasn't just Star University. Compared to her 'first love', this time, it was even more popular.

Xu Ningzhou sat in his seat without uttering a single word. His eyes were as bright as the stars, but the burning light was locked onto the flushed Song Qinghuan, who sat on the stage. She was more excited than anyone else, but when the microphone reached her lips, it turned into four heavy words, "Thank you everyone" and a 90 degree deep bow.

This was his little fairy.

Xu Ningzhou was unable to calm down. After taking a few deep breaths, he followed Song Qinghuan and the others as they left the stage. Xu Ningzhou also got up and walked towards the backstage.

Tonight, the person who had taken the top spot on the internet was not the Heavenly King of the entertainment circle, but only one word.

High Priestess of the Qing Huan Cult #

This was a topic posted by the netizens who had watched their performance. It was getting hotter and hotter. All sorts of editing and screenshots were being uploaded by the various platforms.

And the new live broadcast website under Glory's exclusive rights almost caused the website to crash. At that moment, the number of members displayed and the horrifying access data made all the staff members scream.

Because of the exclusive copyright he had purchased, only members could watch the platform, and the membership account required money to buy. For this reason, if one wanted to watch, they would have to spend money to buy a member, and suddenly, the flow of traffic on the platform reached the peak in recent years, breaking the record!

The employees all expressed that this was indeed their BOSS. Their vision was different and they tightly slapped the face of the board of directors.

One had to know that when the executives had first found out that Xu Ningzhou had spent as much as seven figures to buy the rights to the exclusive broadcast of a school celebration, putting it in a new project, they had viewed it as a loss-making business.

Even if Star University's reputation was very well-known, it was merely a school anniversary. If he added a few million, he would be able to hold a luxurious concert for the popular singers.

At this time, Song Qinghuan, who was in the center of the conversation had just left the stage. What greeted her was an excited embrace and the deep, sexy voice of a man that could not suppress his joy.

"Kiss!"