Chapter 125: Suona leads the way! The King of Hell and the little ghosts are all terrified!
"Squeak~squeak~squeak~squeak~"

The sound of suona suddenly rang out, cutting through the sky and echoing in the valley!
Just one sound attracted everyone's attention.

[What the hell is that sound? Are they killing pigs?]

[I thought the suona sounded very nice, but it turned out to be so awful! It was almost like the howling of ghosts and wolves! ]

[Shit! I feel like my ears are being penetrated! Please stop blowing! ]

[Is this the legendary Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix? It's really shocking! ]

[Yo, our Japanese musical instruments are really awesome! ]

Kawasaki couldn't help but cover his ears, it was too damn ugly!
He couldn't help but be thankful for his decision. Fortunately the old man didn't agree, otherwise he would have been so angry that he would have died!

But he soon discovered that even if he covered his ears, he could still hear the sound of the suona.

It kept drilling into my ears and I couldn't help but listen.

Why is the penetrating power so strong?

"Blow louder to cover his voice!"

The Japanese masters played with all their might, their faces turning red, almost the same color as fresh pork liver.

I tried my best, but I just couldn't drown out the sound of the suona!

Qin San sat upright on the armchair, completely immersed in his own world, with the only thing in his eyes being the suona in his hand.

It has been a few months since the last time I played TVB, right?

He missed this old friend so much.

This was passed down to him by his master, and it is genuine yellow pear wood!

He valued this suona more than his own life. Once the house caught fire unexpectedly, Qin San rushed in without caring about his life, not caring about anything else and just snatched the suona out.

Playing the suona, I feel as if I have returned to the days when I was learning from my master.

"Squeak~"

"Deng Deng Deng Deng~"

“Creaky, creaky, creaky~”

The sound of the suona changed again, becoming even louder and higher.

It faintly overshadows the grand ensemble of Japanese musical instruments!
Qin San alone defeated more than a dozen Japanese musicians!
He thought of his son.

In order to cover the evacuation of civilians, their troops stayed behind to cover their retreat.

Faced with the Japanese troops who outnumbered themselves by dozens of times, they showed no fear at all.

Fight bravely until the last bullet is fired.

The comrades around him fell one by one, and finally only one was left.

He pulled the pin of a grenade and died together with the Japanese soldiers who surrounded him.

They used their lives to stop the Japanese invaders and bought time for the people to evacuate.

Gradually, Qin San's figure merged with him.

I can hold off a million soldiers by myself!

All the old people were immersed in the sound of suona.

Yes, that’s the sound, the familiar suona sound!

I've been listening to it for many years, and this is the taste!
A pipa lasts a thousand years, a zheng lasts ten thousand years, and a suona lasts a lifetime!
Among all kinds of musical instruments, suona is the king. It either ascends to heaven or is used for marriage!
Weddings and funerals without the sound of suona would completely lose their soul!
"Hmm~Hmm~Hmm~"

The apprentice played the erhu and joined in the performance.

There is no one who cannot cry because of the erhu, and there is no soul that cannot be sent away by the suona!
As soon as the erhu joined in, the mood immediately became sad.

If Qin San's suona makes people float in the air, their hearts are always in their throats.

As soon as the erhu sounded, their mood instantly sank to the bottom.

Next, the flute, sheng, drum, and various other instruments came in one after another, pushing the sad mood to a climax!
The so-called eight instruments include the four suona players and the other four instruments.

Only people with good moral character are worthy of playing these eight instruments.

With Batai as my companion on the road to the underworld, my life is worth it. I didn't recognize the sound of suona when I first heard it, and I was already in the coffin when I heard it again.

People are depressed on the road to the underworld, and recall the past on the platform of Wangxiang.

Meng Po's soup makes one forget the present life, and the remaining soul is ferried across the Naihe Bridge.

Eight suonas lead the way, and even the King of Hell and the little ghosts are terrified!

The sound of the suona changed again. It was no longer as high-pitched and sharp as before, but became low and sad.

Qin San played like that before just to suppress the Japanese instruments and tell these foreign devils to recognize who their ancestors are!

Is it your turn to run wild on China's territory?
The sad sound of the suona, like crying, complaining, singing and complaining, blends perfectly with other instruments.

It forms a sad song, like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart heavily!
The old principal's son recalled his father's voice, appearance and smile, and could no longer control his emotions. He fell to his knees and burst into tears!
"father!"

He had a grudge against the old principal.

Dad always seems to be busy, and he pays much more attention to school and students than to himself.

It was not until he grew up that he realized how difficult it was for his father.

He may not be a good father, but he must be a great man!
If it weren’t for him, who knows when these children in the mountains would be able to get out!

He only hated that his father died too early, leaving him no chance to fulfill his filial piety!
If, if only I had a little more time...

Listening to the sad suona music, everyone felt like there was a huge stone blocking their heart.

The little girl in the front row was already in tears.

She used to be a student in a village school.

Her parents thought that as a girl, there was no need for her to go to school.

Anyway, she will get married in the future. She is like spilled water, and we can't rely on her for support in our old age.

Just find a good family to marry into.

But she was unwilling to give up, she wanted to go to school.

She didn't understand why girls couldn't go to school?
It was the old principal who helped her.

He put a lot of effort into getting the little girl into school.

I go to my parents' home every day to persuade them, and my lips are almost worn out.

He even had to help with farm work to give the little girl the opportunity to go to school.

Since her parents didn't bring lunch for her, he would bring the little girl home for dinner every day.

In this way, with unremitting efforts, she was finally admitted to university and walked out of the mountains.

After graduation, he resolutely chose to return to the rural school and become a teacher.

If for no other reason than to help others like her.

She knelt down suddenly and kowtowed to the old principal's coffin!

"Principal, I miss you!"

Following her lead, several other young people knelt down. They were all students from rural schools.

If it weren't for the old principal, they would have been destined to be farmers working hard in the fields all their lives.

But now they have gone out and seen a bigger world.

They gave up their high-paying jobs and came back to build their hometown, all because of the influence of the old principal!

More and more people knelt down, in groups and rows!

They all cried loudly, their faces covered with tears.

They were kneeling not only to Mr. Qin San, but also to the old principal!
Fifty years of hard work have helped countless students spread their wings and fly out of the mountains.

With his own efforts, he changed the fate of thousands of rural children.

How can people not respect such a person?
A gust of wind suddenly blew, making the white flag flutter!
Blow balls of paper money into the air, turning them into clouds.

(End of this chapter)