Chapter 309 doesn't matter

"How many?!" I was suddenly asked, I had been listening to the Sanskrit sound just now, and I didn't notice how many times my grandmother had hit, so I could only scratch my head in embarrassment, indicating that I didn't know.

"I'll knock again." Grandma said. She continued to tap with her fingers intently, and this time I didn't relax, watching her tapping, counting them one by one, and I found that grandma's tapping was not continuous, and after some of the tapping, she would stop. I was trying to find a pattern in the spacing between these strokes, but I found that there was no pattern at all.

"Okay, I listened to it again, but what did you find?" Grandma stopped and asked me.

"You've struck thirty-seven times, but the thirty-seven hits are not continuous, but intermittent, with irregular breaks in between, but I haven't figured out the intermittent yet." I replied.

"Yes, now, listen to it at the end." Grandma began to tap as she spoke, and this time the tempo was slightly faster than before, and I listened carefully with my ears pricked up, and counted out the intervals carefully.

"Eight, four, two, three, seven, eight, five." I counted in my mind.

"Okay, remember?" Grandma asked, "If you remember it, you can knock it again." ”

I walked up with confidence, followed my grandmother's example, and tapped the bronze plate with the middle finger of my right hand, but as soon as I knocked it, the sound that came out startled me.

The bronze plate exploded like a rooster crows under my blow. It's not at all grandma's soft, faintly echoing timbre. My hand stopped in mid-air, and my grandmother really looked at me silently, helplessly, I had to bite the bullet, according to the rhythm of my grandmother just now, and continue to beat down, but the sound was always strange, not at all like grandma's voice, so stable.

After I finished beating, I just felt uncomfortable with my eardrums. own so-called rhythm. It's really hard to hear. "Grandma, what's going on?" I couldn't help but ask my grandmother, and now I can understand why she said that if you don't hit for a long time, you will lose your skills. It seems that this bronze plate. It's not as simple as I thought.

"You're going to study this here this morning. Don't be in a hurry, just be able to get the-like movement before lunch. It's not easy to turn it into another kind of movement. Grandma said and walked out, although it was only one night, but grandma's body seemed to have become a little rickety, as if she had aged a lot overnight.

I sat alone in front of the thing, and now I was extra careful because of the bad memories I had just had, and I poked the bronze plate lightly with my fingers, and it made a strange muffled sound. I tried to beat it differently, but it didn't work, no matter how hard I tried, it just made that nasty sound.

"It's strange, this thing, is there any other mechanism?" I thought to myself, so I picked it up and studied it up and down, left and right, but it was a strangely shaped thing, like two plates clasped together. After studying for more than an hour, my ears really couldn't stand it anymore, so I just took a break, I didn't have a good rest last night, and I lay on the table at this time, and after a while, I fell asleep. In my sleep, I was still exploring the bronze plate, and I studied it up and down, left and right, and almost tried to pry it open, but it didn't make a moving sound. I fell asleep in a daze, and suddenly the same sound as my grandmother's beating sounded again, and I got up with a cleverness, but I was the only one in the room, and there was no shadow of my grandmother at all. My hand was resting on the bronze plate, thinking that I might have just fallen asleep in a daze, and I didn't pay attention to my hand touching the bronze plate.

With this crooked hit, I was in the mood to think I had found a knock, but no, no matter how much I tried, it still made that unpleasant sound.

Strange, what is the reason for this, is it that this thing can only make a good sound when it is asleep? Sleep, I just fell asleep, and when I fell asleep, what was the difference between me and usual.

That's right, it's the brain. When I was practicing just now, I was in a hurry and wanted to learn quickly, but there were so many distractions in my mind that I couldn't calm down at all. Is it because of this? I held my breath and cleared my brain, and then tapped lightly on the bronze plate, and sure enough, the sound that was very similar to the sound of my grandmother's tapping came out again.

I almost jumped for joy and slowly fumbled around, trying to figure out more tricks.

Sure enough, after trying a few more times, I found the problem again, the sound I knocked out was still slightly different from my grandmother's voice, but I couldn't answer the specific difference.

Lunch time came in a blink of an eye, and my grandmother also came back, she was standing at the door, heard the sound of my banging, was stunned at first, and then walked over quickly.

"What are you...... Already learned? Who gave you the hint again? Isn't that old ghost troublesome again? Grandma said solemnly.

"No, I found it myself." I said, and my grandmother stared into my eyes, and after a while, she let out a sigh of relief.

"You're not lying, tell me, what pattern have you found?" Grandma asked, I told my grandma what happened just now, and grandma nodded straight at what had just happened.

"Providence, providence. Girl, it seems that you are not destined to be a mortal, so you will learn the method of this thing so quickly, and you are better than grandma and me. Grandma said with relief.

"Grandma, what the hell is this?" I asked.

"I don't know very well, but I remember that it was taught to me by my grandmother when I was younger. Would you like to hear about my relationship with this thing? Grandma asked, and I quickly nodded.

"I remember when I was about eighteen or nineteen years old, it was still a chaotic time, and I was already looking for ancient tombs, and when I was young, my grandmother taught me that our family is torn apart, and the family tree is lost, and we must do whatever it takes to find our family tree and figure out the history of our family. I was young at the time, and I didn't understand why I had to figure out the history of the family, and it was not good for us to live like this, but my grandmother taught me a hard lesson. She said that a family without history is like an adult with amnesia, which is incomplete. Or maybe it's because of this sentence that I started my journey to find the ancient tomb. On the one hand, this can contribute to the family's expenses, and on the other hand, it is also to find the location of our Kui family's ancient tomb. Grandma paused, pointed to the teapot on the table, I quickly poured her a bowl of tea, she took a sip and continued.

"The search for the tomb went very smoothly, but there was still no clue about the news about our Kui family. One year during the Chinese New Year, my grandmother called me to my bedside. At that time, she was already terminally ill, she was in a mess all day, her mind was not very clear, and she often slept for several days. But that day she seemed to be in a surprisingly good spirit, and she called me over and asked me to learn from her. That's what I learned. I stayed in her room for three days and didn't come out, until the third day, when I finally figured out how it worked, and slowly figured it out. By the time I was finally able to make that sound, seven days had passed. For seven days, my grandmother and I stayed together, and finally he made me kneel on the ground in a row, and I had to beat this sound and rhythm ten times before finally approving of me. Grandma mentioned her grandmother, looking a little excited.

"Two days later, my grandmother passed away, and this was the last thing she taught me when I was alive. Girl, I'll pass this on to you now, and when you have an heir in the future, remember to pass on this rhythm to your descendants as well. Grandma said movingly.

"Well, Grandma, I see. But grandma, I still don't understand a little bit, what is this thing that looks like a rhythm? I asked.

"I don't know, in order to understand this, I consulted a lot of classics, but I didn't find any record of this thing, let alone such a chaotic rhythm, I even referred to a lot of music scores for this, and even studied the distress signal, as long as it was related to the rhythm, I consulted it, but there was none, this rhythm, as if it came out of the air. I don't have a clue. Grandma said.

"Didn't your grandmother say that? Even a little hint? I asked.

"No, my grandmother's body was already very weak at that time, and she would use up her strength when she spoke. But I speculate that even my grandmother doesn't know what it is and where that rhythm comes from. Grandma said helplessly.

"Grandma, why does the rhythm of my tapping always seem to be different from yours." I asked.

"Echo, hope, there will be Qiongyin." Grandma said, "It's okay if you don't understand now, I'm sure it won't be long before you do." ”

I didn't understand what I heard, and nodded casually, "Grandma, and one last question, is this bronze plate and this rhythm also of great significance as a token and inheritance of our family?" I asked, but it's an idiot, because things that are tokens and passed down from generation to generation must be precious. Don't you often talk about it on TV, what is this ancestral tradition, you must not spread it, or pass it on to men and not women or something.

"This thing is actually ......," Grandma stopped talking, "actually...... Inconsequential. (To be continued......)