The Black Duke of Pirates

At this time, the three lights that stayed suddenly began to rotate, and the audience who watched this scene condescendingly held their breath.

The spotlights merged, piercing the condensed darkness, and then illuminating the center of the stage.

The eye-catching and heart-stirring scene appeared. Meester finally revealed his true face in the spotlight, and then the golden/red cross of fireworks began to spray around the stage. In the fireworks corridor, he slowly walked over.

Black short hair, handsome face, straight nose, neat facial features, one more point will look sharp, one point less will be too warm, no more, no less just right, matching his luxurious and artistic temperament No wonder it is enough to make women crazy about it.

If you use the words of Reinhardt's previous life to describe it, it will be "arrogant but not rash, heavy but not arrogant", solemn and active, gentle but aggressive.

"May-S-Special!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of shouts in the hall, and the audience shouted excitedly.

Wearing a gorgeous evening gown, Meister took a step forward, then stretched out his white palm and pressed it in the air. In an instant, the court fell silent.

Then, two spotlights gathered on Meister, the musicians below the stage were fully prepared, the spotlights drifted by, and the expressions of the musicians could be seen clearly.

"Okay." Meister said. Although the voice is very soft, it is very clear and has a different kind of magnetism. He first looked around the auditorium on one side, and then focused on the musicians below. On the body, after a while, he continued to speak again: "Mester’s "Night-Night Major No. 49 First Movement Large/Middle/Violin Mixed Songs, chanted by the gods of Acura Laguna" Act One-The Origin of the Water World""

As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his white hands again. In each of them, a pitch-black steel baton appeared. The left hand was shorter, probably less than forty centimeters, and the right hand was much thicker than that. , Nearly seventy centimeters in length, with the shaking of the wrist, the baton began to move briskly.

Nearly a hundred musicians were preparing under the stage, more than 30 of them immediately picked up their instruments and prepared, and then after the Mestre's baton waved, the first sound of the concert was played.

The violin was crisp, and the melodious voice rang first. In this coherent and pleasing sound, the audience seemed to hear the slight rise and fall of the tide.

In the world depicted by many violins singing, it seems that everything has become real.

The chant of the gods of Akula Ragnar is an original symphony created by Mestre for many years. The name is taken from the story of the legend of the seven islands of water, the tsunami of Akula Ragnar, the gods of water. tide.

Meister on the stage seemed to be completely immersed in these melodious piano sounds, but his hands seemed to be waving instinctively, which belonged to his natural musical intuition, so that Mei was bathed in this state of endless sublimation. St, the whole person became sacred.

At this moment, Mestre’s baton suddenly moved, and the musicians who were pulling the violin instantly stopped their movements. Then, at the melodious end of the violin, a low moan sounded like a clear spring. Different from the melodious and crisp violin, there is a rhythmic feeling of being alone in the dense forest and constantly absorbing the breath of nature.

After that, all three types of musical instruments, large/medium/small/small, began to play following the Mestre’s conductor on the stage. During this period, it lasted for more than 30 minutes. All the audience in the hall was immersed in it. In this immersive scene.

Reinhardt put his gaze on the stage, and Meester was engrossed as if he was pious at this time. While he was about to admire and admire him, he suddenly froze for a while.

He saw Meester's white palm, and there seemed to be an extremely subtle wound. If it weren't for his domineering look, he would have been particularly outstanding, and he would never have noticed it.

Reinhardt was very puzzled, but he still observed calmly.

After listening to it for a long time, the concert has entered the second act of the second movement and began to burst towards the third act of the third movement.

The gods of Akula Ragna sing the third act-a storm on the sea.

With the use of more musical instruments, the entire concert became more exciting and contradictory, especially at this time Meester, waving the baton with both hands seemed to be in a state of madness.

He devoted himself to music.

After a long time, with the end of the fourth act of the fourth movement, many musicians began to stop their movements one by one. It seems that a story spanning countless years is finally coming to an end, full of the heaviness and vicissitudes of history. sense.

What a wonderful feeling... After listening to this four chapters and four acts, which lasted more than two hours of symphony, Reinhardt couldn't help but feel a sense of illusion that seemed like a world away. He seemed to be able to feel the truth in the music The emotional expression of the seven islands of the water can also feel the vicissitudes of the seven islands of water over countless years~www.wuxiaspot.com~especially in the perfect and unreserved conduct of Mestre, the level of the musicians is also Played to the extreme.

The last ending came down, and there was a sudden roar of applause in the hall. Even if they sat idly for more than two hours, people did not feel uncomfortable.

Reinhardt glanced around. It seemed that the concert was not over yet. He had been observing Meister on the stage, but except for a glimpse in his hand just now. No clues were found.

He felt that this musician named Mestre always had a sense of deja vu, and he had a hint of speculation in his heart through the slight wound found in the palm of his right hand just now.

However, these expected answers need to be further verified.

A silver-white piano appeared on the stage, Mestre put away the baton, and then went to sit down in front of the piano, he was about to start solo, he could hear Mestre’s solo in this concert, Obviously it is commendable, Reinhardt can hear the surprised whispers of the audience next to him from time to time.

The music sounded, as clear and beautiful as always, like the sound of a transparent clear spring flowing down a mountain, but the music had only just started, but it suddenly stopped abruptly.

what's happenin?

what happened?

Why did Meester stop?

At first, the audience thought that there was a pause in this music, but three minutes later, the music did not sound.

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

Reinhardt sat in the crowd, his gaze clearly noted that Mestre on the stage seemed to be struggling with emotions, and his face was extremely pale.