Where's my piano?

What about my big piano?

Did you give me my gear?

It wasn't until the furious Huai Shi picked up the bracelet and looked at it carefully that she could glimpse the faint outline of the cello from the amber adorned on the bracelet.

The surprise is this?

We made your cello into a specimen and put it in amber, surprised, surprised, happy?

With a hint of trust in the association, Huai Shi buckled the bracelet according to the instructions on the back of the note—with a click, it was tightly attached to Huai Shi's arm.

It is made of iron rings with a thickness of four or five millimeters, and at first glance it looks like a watch.

The section on the back of the hand is inlaid with a square piece of amber, and the front is branded with the emblem of the United Music Society of Hells, but after the alchemy transformation, the hardness is amazing, and I am afraid that the front side will not shatter when bombarded by bullets.

If Huai Shi is confident in his skills, he can even use this thing as an ultra-small shield.

Although no matter how you look at it, it's easy to play and jump the whole village to eat.

The amber can be flipped upside down, revealing the delicate silhouette of the violin.

The note said, infuse essentia.

So Huai poems are injected with essentia.

Then he was almost blinded by the sudden popping of the bow.

Huai Shi subconsciously put on a tactical backward posture, and then saw a huge violin fly out of it, and hurriedly caught it.

It's not sinking, it's better to say...... Unexpectedly light.

Huai Shi didn't stop the car for a while, and almost fell down on her back.

When he stood firm and looked closely, he found that the temperature of the cello seemed to be exactly the same as his—and more importantly, his physical touch spread out as Huaishi's four fingers rested on the board.

He felt the low rhythm of the cello's breathing.

Soon he reacted, it was his own breathing, his essentia and his senses rushing over the body of the cello, and the sound of his heartbeat echoed in the resonant cavity of the cello.

It's still a familiar shape and a feel that hasn't changed in the slightest, but the inside seems to have been reborn and become completely different.

When Huai Shi gently pulled the strings, the first note flowed out, as if a delicate aftersound flew in the air, echoing in his body.

"Would you like to try your hand at playing?"

The old man who appeared at the door at some point smiled and presented a sheet of music: "The recital hall is ready to use. ”

"Isn't this asking for money?"

After Huai Shi took the score, he felt that the ancient essence contained in it was undoubtedly a precious movement collected by the association, and Huai Shi had seen the price list of the exchange, each of which was expensive enough for him to cry in the storm.

But each of them has a huge attraction, which makes him grit his teeth every time, hovering between krypton and saving money.

"This is in the lower collection, not in the association's collection. The manager smiled and asked, "If you don't mind multiple listeners, can you let me learn your playing skills?"

"Isn't it meaningful to play this kind of thing because there is an audience?"

Huai Shi also laughed.

"Well, under the faux pas. ”

The manager snapped his fingers.

In an instant, Huai Shi's eyes were already sitting on the stage.

The old manager changed into a gown and sat dignified in the front seat, looking forward to the start of the performance.

"Please begin, Mr. Huaishi. ”

Then, a beam of light came down from the top of Huai Shi's head, illuminating the place where he was, as well as the windless automatic music score on the shelf.

- Edgar's Cello Concerto in E minor

"It's going to be hard. ”

Huai Shi took a deep breath, calmed her mind, and stared at the music that seemed to be gradually coming to life on the score.

Subconsciously, my fingers moved.

A low, mournful sound burst out from his fingertips.

There was not even a close reading of the music, almost like sight-reading, and the fingers reacted at the first moment the eye saw it.

Huai Shi herself has not reacted yet.

Because he's so focused that he's forgotten about himself.

It was as if the shell was empty in an instant, abandoning any distractions, and in this meditative state, the body instinctively moved and played the first movement smoothly in the essentia.

Immediately afterward, countless phantom violinists slowly emerged from behind him, bowed their heads, and offered an incomparably fitting accompaniment to this performance.

Follow the melody of Huai's poems.

Their remnants are guided by the notes of the cello, and they melt into the pathetic music of the gradual immense flow like flowing water.

"It's beautiful......"

Subconsciously, the manager leans forward and wants to get closer.

The two eyes sparkled.

It was as if it was burning with flames, and I was intoxicated by this melody.

Yes, that's it...... That's right......

The old man clutched the handrail excitedly, but he desperately restrained himself from crushing the handrail.

Isn't this kind of melody, this kind of performance, exactly what I have been longing for?

Wasn't it because he was intoxicated with the beauty of this art that was so pure that it almost came from hell that he served and associated himself so that he could listen to such outstanding performances from time to time?

It's sad, but it's wonderful.

Such a melody...... No matter how many times you listen to it, you can't get enough of it!

Now, the low and mournful sound of the piano floated to him from above the stage, like a parting embrace, with sweet sadness, clasping his hands.

The aftermath spread from the bone marrow.

The sound of the piano rises gradually, rising rapidly from the whirlpool, and after a brief pause, the muffled sound of horns and clarinets bursts out of the mournful aftermath.

The sound of the swirling cello reviled and turned into a tidal wave, engulfing the entire concert hall.

The mighty and solemn performance began!

In the surging melody, Huai Shi bowed his head, holding the bow in his hand, and harnessing the mighty torrent.

In the pure performance, the essentia in the soul bursts out, brewing and colliding from the resonance cavity of the body, and finally forms a faint qualitative change.

It was a combination of the myriad of mixed vitality in his blood and the ashes of essentia.

With the melody, the stigmata of the mountain ghost is in a high-pitched sad song.

Countless abyssal vitality is constantly transformed in this pathetic cello song, as if it can be changed at will, from flowers and plants to trees, and from trees to vines, and so on, until finally, the original uneven vitality of the abyss seems to have been recreated.

Both the quantity and the shape of each other have faintly changed.

They are precisely balanced in the movement, and when combined in harmony with each other, they form a complete abyssal plant ecosystem.

Vigorous growth.

The stigmata of the mountain ghost is constantly extracting the ashes of Huaishi, drawing nourishment from the darkness and death of the yin spirit, and the power of life germinates.

After the cold winter has passed, the flowers bloom in the spring fields.

Never before had she comprehended such a harmonious feeling, Huai Shi seemed to have returned to the advanced time, incarnated as countless plants, uprooting and growing among the soil and rocks, and sprouting branches.

Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the cold eyes overlook all the tragic changes in the world.

Gazing quietly in the midst of the withered glory.

Until time passed, he woke up from his dream, immersed in the aftermath.

He let out a long breath.

For a long time, for a long time, there was crisp applause from the audience.

"Thank you for your performance, Mr. Huaishi. ”

The manager slowly got up and bowed down to the performers on the stage to salute: "Wonderful performance, it is worth the trip." ”

"Take this in return for your hospitality over the past few days. Huai Shi bowed his head reservedly: "I should say that I am grateful." ”

It was as if after a fierce battle, exhausted, and essentia empty.

But the spirit was unexpectedly full.

In good spirits.

After not playing for a long time, his fingering is not unfamiliar, and his technique has improved by leaps and bounds on the cello that has now undergone its metamorphosis.

I don't know if it was because of the explosion period after a long period of precipitation, or because of the perception over this period of time, he grasped the charm of this chapter of the score, and the effect of the performance was even more amazing than he imagined.

And the feedback is even more terrifying.

【Cello Playing LV15】

【Sword Technique: Playing Technique LV13】

This wave of experience points is too fat, and the skills of cello performance that have not moved for a long time have directly improved by more than half a level, and in the current situation, Huai Shi is estimated to be able to win the award and get soft.

Even with the sword skills and performance methods, they took advantage of it, and the rising tide broke through to one and a half levels, which is not what it used to be.

In addition to my own feelings, I am afraid that more is the effect of this movement.

An etude?

Manuscripts written by the hands of deceased musicians, in which the essentia imprint condensed from the metamorphosis of the subtle art is enshrined, forming the effect of a relic almost a frontier.

Huai Shi carefully picked up the movement that had begun to turn yellow and curled the corners, and handed it back with both hands.

This time the advantage is really too big.

There is a limit to the number of times the movement can be used, and after being drunk by Huai Shi, I am afraid that the effect will be greatly reduced in the future, and it will not be used a few times.

The manager didn't take it, but just smiled: "A piece of music collected by chance is not of much use to Zaixia, after all...... It's just a spectator, and it only works in the hands of people who really love it, doesn't it?"

He said, "If you don't want to, play for me a few more times next time." ”

"Thank you very much. ”

Huai Shi did not refuse again, and put away the music with gratitude.

"You seem to have a couple of visitors arrived. The manager glanced back at the direction of the door, "For the rest of the time, it's inconvenient to bother, so let's retire." ”

His figure slowly dissipated.

Suddenly, Huai Shi returned to the lounge again.

There was a knock on the door.

"I didn't disturb your playing, did I?"

Ai Qing outside the door looked at his calm appearance: "Does it seem that there is any new understanding?"

"It's just a little bit of progress. ”

Huai Shi wanted to support her body, but her hands were weak, and she felt weak and tired at this time.

It wasn't just Ai Qing who came, there were other guests who came here together.

When Huai Shi saw the horse-faced sublimator leaning against the wall, he suddenly felt a sudden moment: "Ah, you are not the one who ...... Who's that...... That fortune teller!"

“...... CALL ME TONY, THANKS. ”

Like a barber at the head of the village, he shook his soft horse face, and the long-lost cast iron corps operator took care of Huai Shi: "I came mainly as a tool man this time, please don't care." ”

"Each other, we're all tools. Huai Shi nodded sympathetically: "Everyone is a tool person, and we must get along well later." ”

It wasn't until after they finished greeting that Ai Qing glanced at the two of them: "It's over, it seems that I don't need to introduce it again, I'll give you a chance to exchange experiences later...... Next, let's introduce a few other helpers who have come to help. ”

She stepped out of the way, revealing the guests in the hallway.