If you want to play better, you have to fuse the power of magic with the music, so that magical things happen that don't happen under normal circumstances.

On the side of the students who have not yet activated the musical attributes, the drums are thundering, knocking and knocking, and the drums of five people with completely different rhythms are mixed together, chaotic and irregular, and it really can't be called music.

Yi Rou's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, her face became heavier and heavier, and she wanted to plug her ears.

Mr. Chensong, who was standing behind her, couldn't help laughing, although the source of magic was destroyed, he also had a lot of research on music magic back then, and this perception would not disappear with the disappearance of the source of magic.

Listening to the drumming of this group of children, Yi Rou couldn't help but feel the decline of musical magic, and placed greater hopes in her heart on the four students who had activated the musical attributes.

Qin Sisi, Wenxuan, Li'er and Qingpu have really worked hard, and each of them has memorized the score of "Flower Butterfly Dance" and started to practice over and over again.

Qin Sisi's piano sound is like gurgling water, Wenxuan's flute is like willow branches dancing lightly, Li'er's reed sheng is played mellow and smooth, and Qingpu's chimes are striking crisp and beautiful.

Overall, the performance of the four people is still good.

Strangely, each of them has practiced many times, and still no one has been able to attract butterflies.

Qin Sisi raised his head and looked around, but he could see a few small birds in the treetops, but he didn't find a single butterfly.

I guess I still can't get home!

Qin Sisi thought so in her heart, picked up the half-moon qin and continued to practice the flower fragrance butterfly dance, and the others were like her, seeing that no butterflies were coming, they could only continue to practice without stopping.

The sun gradually set in the west, and in the blink of an eye, it was afternoon.

Qin Sisi, no one on their side could attract butterflies, and none of the five people on the other side could make the snake next to him fall asleep with the sound of drums.

Yi Rou had already been a little desperate an hour ago, so she simply went back to her room to rest, so as not to watch them get angry in a hurry.

Mr. Chensong was not worried about leaving this group of new students here, so he stayed and watched them.

After playing again, Qingpu looked up and still found no trace of the butterfly, he sighed depressedly, and whispered to the students not far away: "Hey, you say, Teacher Yirou won't be playing with us, right?"

Hearing Qingpu's words, Wen Xuan's face sank a little, and he replied loudly: "Which teacher in front of us has played tricks on us?

Qingpu then remembered that Wen Xuan and Yi Rou were both from the Meilan family, and he said curtly: "I don't mean anything else, but it's been almost a day, and there is no progress at all." ”

Wen Xuan was very dissatisfied with Qingpu's suspicion of Aunt Yirou's teaching methods, and said in a deep voice: "Quantitative changes cause qualitative changes, and the failure to attract butterflies is naturally because the ability is not enough, just continue to practice." ”

As the eldest son of the head of the Zhulu family, Qingpu was also a little arrogant, Wen Xuan's tone made him feel very uncomfortable, and replied sarcastically: "Yes, my music magic is not very good, it is just barely activated, and it is normal that it does not attract butterflies." But I heard that Wenxuan Gongzi is very accomplished in music magic, I wonder why you can't attract butterflies?"

Wen Xuan's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and replied, "Of course, it's also because I don't have enough ability. ”

Qingpu sneered and said, "It turns out that the rumors are not to be believed!"

In and out of the words, they were all satirizing Wen Xuan, as a member of the Meilan family, who couldn't even learn his natal attributes.

Wen Xuan's face was red and white for a while, in terms of magic level, he was an intermediate magister, not as advanced as Qingpu.

In terms of music magic, this is Wen Xuan's natal attribute, he should have been superior, but until now, no one has made any progress, and naturally he has not seen Wen Xuan's advantages.

Qingpu's words somewhat affected Wenxuan's psychology.

He lowered his head and ignored Qingpu, put the wooden flute to his mouth and began to continue playing.

People who don't understand the rhythm of music may not be able to hear anything, but Qin Sisi quickly heard that Wen Xuan's flute sound was a little impetuous, and it was difficult to attract butterflies in a calm state.

At this time, the somewhat chaotic drumming of the five classmates not far away came over, and Qin Sisi suddenly thought of a question.

She said to Wen Xuan: "Wen Xuan, you stop for a moment, do you think that the four of us will practice each other, will it affect each other?"

Wen Xuan stopped playing, pondered for a moment and replied, "It's possible. ”

Everyone's music is different, the speed of practice is also different, and they are not far away, and if you listen to it from a distance, you probably won't be able to hear the song of the flower butterfly dance at all.

Qin Sisi suggested: "The four of us will play together and cooperate with each other to see if it will work." ”

Li'er and Qingpu had actually been upset from practice, Qin Sisi's suggestion was somewhat reasonable, and they were willing to give it a try in desperation.

So, the half-moon qin, the wooden flute, the reed sheng, and the chime, four musical instruments played this flower butterfly dance at the same time.

It's just that the first ensemble is not very proficient, and some parts of the coordination are not very good, but after the end of the song, the four of them feel that the effect is much better than practicing alone.

With that being the case, the four of them came to a consensus, and they began to practice ensemble over and over again for the sake of a common goal.

It wasn't until they practiced more than a dozen times that the four of them could play together more appropriately.

When the ensemble ended again, Qin Sisi suddenly said, "It seems to smell like a flower." ”

Her words lifted the spirits of the other three people, and they hurriedly sniffed it carefully with their noses, and sure enough, they smelled a faint fragrance of flowers.

The four of them were pleasantly surprised by this discovery, wiped a handful of sweat from their foreheads, and continued to practice ensemble.

After playing in the ensemble a few more times, they finally saw a yellow butterfly fluttering towards them, and the hearts of the four of them were happy, and their eyes were shining, but none of them dared to relax, and continued to cooperate with each other, playing the song of the flower butterfly dance together.

The yellow butterfly flew over the four transparent covers without lids, but they had not yet landed on any of them.

All four of them looked up, their eight eyes fixed on the beautiful yellow butterfly, and their emotions became more and more nervous, hoping that it would land on their covers.

The yellow butterflies, however, seemed to be deliberately whetting their appetites, flying twice above this hood and twice above that hood, but they refused to close their wings.

In this case, the music played by Wenxuan, Li'er, and Qingpu gradually became a little impatient.