This guy has a bit of personality, but unfortunately his relationship with the Huo family is as strong as fire. Chu Tian chuckled and asked a few minutes before the opening: "You want to make friends with me, don't you know my true identity? I am the big enemy of the Huo family, the reputation of your niece, and my sister-in-law's hands are ruined by me."

When he said this, Chu Tian looked calm and calm, and even his eyes were a bit meaningful. Huo Zong was indeed stunned. He was obviously frightened by Chu Tian's words. Then he looked at Chu Tian seriously. After a long time, he let go of his hand and muttered to himself: "It seems that I have no grudge against you, right?"

Almost all the people who heard Huo Zong talked were about to fall to the ground. The second young Huo family saw that the Huo family's enemies did not react too aggressively, but instead spoke a few words that were both gentle and unpretentious. Even Chu Tian had to admit that he had defeated him, so he waved to him and said, "Mr. Huo, you don't even fight. Let's listen to the concert."

Huo Zong nodded, then leaned over again: "Thank you!"

These two words are meaningful and sincere, but Chu Tian was puzzled. I don’t know if it was thanking him for reaching out to hold him up just now or if it had a deeper meaning. His thoughts were a little messy at the moment. Fortunately, the light music in the concert hall sounded, shifting his attention and looking at the gradually lit up stage.

There are more than a dozen chairs and some expensive musical instruments placed on the stage dozens of square meters. Images with the Ganges and the Taj Mahal as the stage background. The lights on the beautiful stage are rippling with luster, making you feel that the stage seems to float lightly on the Ganges, making people unable to stop marveling at its beauty.

The host's report and polite words did not arouse Chu Tian's much interest. The next few violin songs only made Chu Tian open his eyes slightly, and then he pricked up his ears to make his head blank. Many times, Qu Gao and Wu did not deliberately seem unfathomable, but the sensory loss caused by the different moods of each other.

For descendants of wealthy families like Lin Fei, even if you let Schubert play "Ode to the Mother" himself, they will only be lullabies; and audiences with appreciation ability meet some second-rate performers and hear the sounds of mechanical display of violin skills, they will regret that they lack their unique feelings.

Boya is good at playing the piano, and Zhong Ziqi is good at listening! This is a noble realm. Only those who are good at playing will be happy when they meet those who are good at listening. However, a true master can turn unfathomable things into a simple and easy-to-understand way, so that both professionals and the general public can be excited or burst into tears.

Just when Chu Tian wanted to sleep with Lin Fei and the others, the dazzling host shouted in a crisp and sweet voice: "He comes from the birthplace of Buddhism, from the flowing waves of the Ganges; he is the son of Hinduism and an incredible genius in the music industry, Pal Wumang, "The Road to Heaven."

Chu Tian, ​​whose head was blank, shuddered, and woke up as if he was shocked by electric shock. His eyes kept searching for the stage full of mysterious aura. When Su Rongrong and Lin Fei saw Chu Tian’s strange behavior, they couldn’t help but follow him to look at the stage, while Huo Zong was a little surprised but didn’t say anything.

A man slowly walked up from the backstage, with a handsome and cold face, elegant and generous manners, two black flames carved on his forehead, flax-colored hair woven like braids, and his pupils as dark as the starry sky, calm and unremitting, but like a deep black hole, almost absorbing people's soul.

Lin Fei lost her voice in silence: "Indian charlatan?"

Chen Qianqian asked curiously: "What Indian charlatan?

Chu Tian's sweat suddenly flowed out, these aunts.

At this time, Pal Wumang bowed slightly to the audience politely, and his deep Ninghe's eyes swept across Chu Tian and others like the sea. Although he knew that he was not specifically watching him, his eyes that saw through fate but hardly mixed with any human emotions still made Lin Fei lower his head guiltily.

Even Su Rongrong was inexplicably panicked, and she couldn't help but reach out to cover Lin Fei's mouth, fearing that the little girl would spit something out again. After Parr Wumang bowed, he turned gently and stared at the Ganges water with a humble attitude of being independent of the world. No one knew what he was thinking, but no one dared to speak.

In a depressed mood and atmosphere, Chen Qianqian saw Parr Wumang's behavior of pretending to be a b, and hummed in a disdainful tone: "Aren't you just an Indian who pretends to be a ghost? What's so great about it? She even plays a mess of religious rituals, which is almost a thousand miles away from the 'driver' group."

Chu Tian, ​​who always kept giving in to Chen Qianqian, showed a sneer for the first time and said lightly: "Princess Chen, to be honest, the influence of the 100,000 'driver' groups is not as powerful as that of the Indians in front of you. The 'driver' has millions of fans, and Parr Wumang has nearly one billion loyal followers alone."

Hearing Chu Tian’s rude words, Chen Qianqian showed hostility and doubt, and then hummed and retorted contemptuously: “Blow it, keep bragging, there are no taxes, one billion, how many people in India are there? Do you think Indians are full and support them, and you will believe in this Indian if you have anything to do or not?”

Huo Zong turned his head to look at Chen Qianqian with a smile of unscathing and fame: "He is right. Judging from the flames on the forehead of the man in front of him, he should belong to the Solomon family with a strong foundation and mystery. In terms of the major religions in India, he is Mount Tai and can definitely influence the spiritual beliefs of billions of believers through Hinduism."

Chu Tian chuckled slightly and looked at Huo Zong curiously. He didn't expect that he was involved in religion. Moreover, from the time he met to the time he spent together, Chu Tian judged that he was a clear person. He couldn't help but think of the little boy in his heart, thinking about what he should do if Huo Hao was really Huo Zong's son?

Chu Tian’s words can be regarded as an exaggeration, but the words spoken from the rich young masters are somewhat real. Chen Qianqian pouted her mouth in an extremely unhappy way, meaningfully avoiding the important things: "It’s useless to talk nonsense. Let’s see what amazing things this Indian charlatan can do."

As soon as the words fell, the notes started.

Pal Wumang pinched the bow with his slender fingers and gently placed it on the strings, facing soft light from the side. The quiet Ganges waves reflected millions of phosphorescence. The most harsh and narrow-minded people in the world have no way to reveal any word, because there is a kind of beauty that can shock people.

The glory at this moment almost makes people feel trembling.

The melodious sound of the piano slowly rang out, and "The Road to Heaven" slowly flowed from Parr's slender fingertips, an indescribable state of mind, a love that makes people intoxicated and obsessed, a power that proves that the vows and ties are not false... all contained in the jade-like fingertips of the handsome and strange young man on the stage.

The performance hall was instantly sublimated to an ethereal state. The sorrowful music moved many old people to tears. For the god of death, they were able to better understand human yearning for heaven. The loss of heaven actually means regret for finally giving up their dreams after resisting reality.

The originally calm Chu Tian became even quieter, while Lin Fei and others did not hide their surprise at all. Even the hostile Chen Qianqian slowly turned her face and looked at the glorious Pal Wumang on the stage without turning around, immersed in the melancholy loneliness and the sound of the piano that the whole world was moved by.

What is the road to heaven?

The world is impermanent and the six realms of reincarnation are the road to heaven.

Huo Zong, the decadent son of the Huo family who was not filial by nature, muttered to himself with his cheek intoxicatedly: "This song should only be found in heaven, how many times can I hear it in the world? I am afraid that future generations will be unable to overcome the peak of this music. I really don't know if it is an honor or a sorrow to listen to it tonight?"

In the dark corner of the concert hall, an Asian young man with silver hair sat gracefully with his chest in his chest, raised his hand to look at the time, and stood up and moved slowly towards the stage, with a cold and cruel smile on his lips. Although his movements were slowly hidden, it was clear to Chu Tian, ​​who was condescending, and then his eyelids were raised.

Murderous aura! Sharp murderous aura!
Chapter completed!