Ying Wuji grinned, bullying me is a music blind, right?

He thought for a while, and then slowly chanted: "The silk pipes in Jiangcheng are flooded day by day, half into the river and half into the clouds. This song should only exist in the sky, and it can be heard several times in the world."

As soon as this poem came out, the noisy bamboo garden fell silent instantly.