Chapter 897: Miss Dong

"Hehe, this young master has a big tone!"

Just as the hall was silent, a light laugh came.

Lu Zhouhe sat at the table, shaking his head and smiling, his eyes carrying coldness.

Lu Zhouhe had always been known as the number one person in music in the First Domain City, and even many old monsters sighed that they were inferior to him.

Now, an unfamiliar, nameless kid had popped up, daring to talk big about being good at music in front of him and expressing disdain for his previous piece. This was simply a huge provocation; how could Lu Zhouhe endure it?

"Since you say you are good at music, why don't you bring out a piece and let us wash our ears to listen, how about that?" Lu Zhouhe said coldly with a smile.

The crowd in the hall also started to boo one after another.

"That's right, empty words are not proof; here we need to speak with real ability!"

"Bring out your best piece. If you really have the ability, we can stop caring about your words just now."

"That's right, bring it out!"

The scene suddenly became a bit chaotic, with all guns aimed at Xu Que.

Behind the gauze curtain, the Dong family young lady also frowned slightly. This was not the scene she wanted to see. Although she didn't know whether Xu Que really had the ability, she really disliked Xu Que's performance because it was too arrogant and overbearing.

"Hehe!"

At this moment, Xu Que suddenly sneered, waved his hand, looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, and said loudly: "Others laugh at me for being too crazy; I laugh at others for not seeing through! With your attainments in music, I'm afraid you aren't qualified to listen to the pieces I have composed."

Whoosh!

Instantly, everyone in the hall was stunned again.

Others laugh at me for being too crazy; I laugh at others for not seeing through?

Holy shit, this guy's poetic talent is really fucking awesome; he just says it casually!

But this seems to have nothing to do with music!

"Hmph, it's truly ridiculous. What do you mean we aren't qualified to listen to your music? Aren't you just talking empty words?"

"Without a work, how can we be convinced?"

Someone sneered coldly.

Xu Que raised his eyebrows and shook his head: "I said you aren't qualified to listen to the pieces I have composed before, but I don't mind composing one on the spot and letting you listen to it."

"Compose one on the spot?"

Everyone in the hall was stunned immediately.

This included Lu Zhouhe and the Dong family young lady behind the gauze curtain, who were also full of astonishment.

They claimed to have deep attainments in music, but every piece required a certain amount of time and opportunity to brew and create; they had never heard of anyone being able to improvise a piece.

Even if there were, the resulting work would not be a masterpiece, and would even require a lot of time for repeated revisions.

But now, this guy actually said he wanted to compose one on the spot.

What is this?

Is it arrogance?

Or is he looking down on them? Does he want to give them some half-crippled product?

"Wait."

At this time, Lu Zhouhe suddenly spoke, sneering: "You said you would compose a piece on the spot, but how do we know if you aren't taking a piece you composed beforehand to deceive us?"

"Haha, Young Master Lu, right? Don't worry, I, Wang Dachui of the Exploding Heaven Gang, am definitely not that kind of shameless person. If you don't believe me, you are welcome to give me a topic, and I will play it on the spot!" Xu Que laughed loudly, appearing very generous and unrestrained.

This was completely the posture of an expert, unafraid of any difficult problems.

Lu Zhouhe paused slightly; clearly, he hadn't expected Xu Que to be so direct, actually volunteering to let them give him a topic.

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded in the crowd.

"This God Venerable will say a fair word. Since today is a banquet hosted by Miss Dong, why don't you compose one with Miss Dong as the topic?"

As the voice fell, a dog sneakily drilled out of the crowd and disappeared.

But the crowd didn't pay attention to the dog; instead, their eyes lit up at the words.

That's right, if the topic is Miss Dong, then he must compose it on the spot.

After all, this banquet was held in a hurry, and everyone only received the invitation yesterday; no one could have had time to compose a piece specifically for Miss Dong.

Even if there were, it would only be one day, which is no different from composing on the spot.

Xu Que frowned, his face seemingly written with the word "difficult."

Lu Zhouhe seized this point and immediately said: "Good, let the topic be Miss Dong!"

"That's right, since you want to compose on the spot, then come on!"

"With Miss Dong as the topic, we will wash our ears to listen!"

The crowd nodded in approval one after another, pointing out that this should be the topic.

Xu Que sighed: "Fine, you guys are awesome, choosing the type I am least good at in music; it really has stumped me a bit."

"What? Giving up now? Doesn't that contradict your boasting?" Lu Zhouhe immediately sneered coldly.

The crowd also looked playful, thinking they had exposed Xu Que's big talk.

The Dong family young lady behind the gauze curtain was also shaking her head slightly.

Originally, she really had some small expectations, but after hearing Xu Que's words, she suddenly felt it was ridiculous.

After all, it is composing on the spot, and it is about her. May I ask, how can a person who has never met her compose a piece for her?

A person who doesn't understand her, in a hurry, what kind of good piece can he compose? It's simply nonsense!

"Hehe, what are you in such a hurry for? I just said I wasn't very good at this type, but I didn't say I wanted to admit defeat, nor did I say I couldn't compose it!" At this time, Xu Que shrugged his shoulders and smiled indifferently.

This calm smile immediately quieted the crowd.

Everyone was suspicious, wondering if this guy could really compose a song for Miss Dong.

"Whoosh!"

At this time, Xu Que waved his hand and suddenly took out a strange musical instrument. It looked similar to a pipa, but the lines were simple, and it had only six strings, two more than a regular pipa.

Everyone was stunned, except for Xu Que himself, who knew that what he had taken out was a guitar!

"Hmph, put away your ridiculous expressions!"

Xu Que looked at the crowd, stroked the guitar in his hand with an arrogant face, and said indifferently:

"This instrument is something I created myself. Before I was three, I used this to dominate the talents of the River Shuo; at five, I relied on this to run rampant in the Taijin Continent; after ten, I was no longer attached to objects, and grass, wood, bamboo, and stone could all be used to compose music. People call me the Music Overlord, nicknamed the Walking CD!"

"..."

The hall was instantly silent.

Everyone was speechless, feeling quite ashamed.

You could go out and compete with people with this thing at three?

You ran rampant in the Taijin Continent at five? Why the fuck have we never seen you?

Not attached to objects after ten, and grass, wood, bamboo, and stone could all be used to compose music?

Why don't you go to heaven?

"Alright, no more nonsense! I once met Miss Dong, and now I still clearly remember her appearance. So, today I will dedicate a piece to Miss Dong, playing and singing on the spot. If there is anything that is not played or sung well, you fucking come and hit me!"

After Xu Que said this cheekily, before the crowd could open their mouths to scold him, he had already sat on the table.

He crossed his legs, hugged the guitar, and stared deeply at the gauze curtain.

"Ting!"

Just as everyone was speechless, Xu Que suddenly swept his hand across the strings, gazed affectionately at the Dong family young lady behind the gauze curtain, and said softly with his magnetic voice: "A song called 'Miss Dong', dedicated to Miss Dong!"

"Ting ting..."

As soon as the words fell, Xu Que plucked the guitar strings, and a slow-paced zither sound rang out.

The next moment, Xu Que sang with a low and slightly vicissitudinous voice, as if telling a story.

"Miss Dong,

You have never forgotten your smile.

Even if you are like me,

Longing for aging.

Miss Dong,

You are beautiful when the corners of your mouth turn down,

Just like the clear water under Anhe Bridge..."

【Today's state is pretty good, third update delivered!】 ===== CHAPTER 898 =====