Five Hundred and Sixty-Six. "Sea Travel"

The sudden sharp sound was like the impact of iron hooves, and the weird Weng Ming seemed to spread to the whole world, then all the music stopped strangely at this moment, and the figure on the stage who was crazily waving the baton also stopped suddenly.

It seems that some kind of emotion is brewing, like the condensation before the storm.

At this moment, there was a strange silence in the Royal Concert Hall. In the quiet night, it seemed that he had stopped breathing, and he could only see the silent figure on the stage shrouded in light beams.

At this moment, clank, two clear voices overlapped, as if the sound of killing erupted from the blade of the sword in the dark night.

Clank, the sound resonated again, as if thunder had struck the ground, and everyone was shocked.

Clank, clank... In an instant, the entire hall was covered by the sharp sound of the piano. Although it was only a single sound of the piano, in the ears of the audience, it seemed as if they could feel the killing sound of the golden arms and horseshoes intertwined in the ancient war.

It was as if the oncoming cavalry army turned into a dark torrent and crushed by it.

Boom... After a burst of earth-shattering thunder, the sounds of various musical instruments rang out again.

The performance entered the peak stage of being unable to stop. Although this peak stage lasted for a short time, in just a few seconds, the audience seemed to have fully felt the concrete will expressed in the music.

But in an instant, the music went from high to low, from the peak to the trough, and everyone felt a sense of falling into the sky and suddenly lost weight in just a few seconds, but the sensory experience in just a few seconds was far more exciting and intense than the countless performances they heard in the past.

After the peak, the various piano sounds in the hall entered a gentle and melodious stage, and it seemed that the performance was coming to an end, as if the rough sea had calmed down at this time.

The sound of the piano officially came to an end. After a while, the man conducting on the stage stopped the baton in his hand, and the orchestra below the stage also stopped after playing the repertoire.

Only then did the audience fade away from the thrilling and turbulent feeling, and they all looked at the standing man on the stage in disbelief.

Black half-short hair, tall and straight figure, slender limbs, always exudes a detached temperament, as if born with a strong personal charm, that temperament combined with his own talent and appearance, it makes people fall in love with madness, especially for young girls.

It is not the first time for many viewers to listen to Master Victor's performance,

But they have never felt such an immersive night at Master Victor's performance, especially the scene they felt just now, which is an exciting feeling that they have never experienced in their entire lives.

Is it really Berto Victor on stage?

Some viewers couldn't believe it. The style of this performance was completely different from Victor's, as if some kind of potion had been injected into the sound of the piano to make people fall into a climax.

It seemed that someone began to carefully observe the man on the stage, and suddenly found that the standing man did not have long hair, but half-short hair.

"He's not Master Victor!" Someone suddenly shouted.

The audience was stunned. Although the height and clothes of the man on the stage were similar to Victor's, the rhythm of the conductor just now was very different from it. Although he was not playing it himself, the music seemed to be infused with a fiery soul.

And there is... Master Victor has never played the piece "Sea Travel" in public.

Thinking of this, the audience suddenly came to their senses, and looked towards the stage in shock.

"Who are you?" Someone asked loudly, but there was unavoidable panic in the voice. From just now, this strange scene did not seem to be a coincidence, and the hall that was still dark was most likely caused by this man who suddenly appeared on the stage.

Hehe... At this time, there was a low laugh from the stage, but the baton in the man's hand suddenly merged into one, and then the slender body bathed in the light beam slowly turned around.

It was a handsome face no less than Victor's, but he looked much younger than Victor.

"Who are you?" Someone asked after seeing Meister's true face.

"Why would this guy replace Master Victor to perform."

"Where did the brat come from?"

"Is this kid looking for death? He dared to mess with Master Victor's performance."

"I can assure you, he's dead."

Gradually, after the brave questioning of the first person, more and more audience members shouted angrily, which is a clear herd effect.

In this atmosphere, the audience's fear seems to be swept away.

Looking at the noise of the audience shrouded in darkness below, Meister showed a long-lost smile. He looked around the darkness ahead. Through the darkness, he accelerated the domineering aura of knowledge and sense, and felt the inner activities of everyone at this time, which was quite weird.

"It was a really interesting show."

He seemed to be talking to himself, and then asked loudly to the audience: "Everyone, how is my performance?"

The audience has already cursed out.

"You're just a liar..."

Obviously already completely infected by that music.

"You'll never be compared to Master Victor."

Obviously a perfect performance, perfect command.

"You are the fluorescent light on the ground, and Master Victor is the star in the sky."

Who is the fluorescence, who is the star...

In Meister's knowledgeable and domineering touch consciousness, a loud shout was fed back, and there was a mockery in his calm eyes, and he talked to himself slightly.

Hehe, he is obviously just a music thief, but he enjoys the admiration of the whole world. However, the real masters in music have been ignored for many years.

Meister on the stage suddenly raised his head: "Are you looking for Master Victor?".

He then laughed again: "Sorry, you'll never see him again."

Hearing this sentence, all the audience froze for a moment, what?

What are you bastard talking about? What have you done to Master Victor?

"He is... Meester!"

Suddenly, a crisp voice overwhelmed all the noisy voices.

"Oh, it seems that you know me." Meister waved the baton forward, and then the night quickly closed, and the hall was restored to splendor. The audience was very surprised, and felt more and more that this scene was very strange. Just as they were getting angry, there was a slight shock from the stage: "Shut up!"

As if there was a different kind of magic power, everyone fell silent subconsciously.