There was a long silence in the art hall.

Huai Shi was directly frightened by the background of the Hell United Music Association.

Bach is the grandfather of all classical music theory today, if not the founder, but also the crucial rule-maker, just like Newton in physics, if there is a creator of music theory theory.

Further up, there are few more important than his status.

As a result, the association threw away a copy of Bach's original handwork, and it seems to be the level of a brainchild, and the cello playing skills that Huaishi is now legendary can grow after reading this manuscript, which is not unprecious......

It is no wonder that the association has been recognized by many calamity musicians, and for the performers who love the arts, the association is simply a treasure trove!

Huai Shi thought about it for a long time, and the cold sweat remained: "Uh, let me ask, do you mean that there are ...... in the association?"

"No, Mr. Bach was not a sublimator, and although he was not inferior to any creator, his artistic achievements were not recognized by the people of his time. ”

"It is said that before he died, he refused the Guild's recruitment, and his consciousness did not sink into the sea of silver, but was picked up by an unknown being, and he was given an eternal sleep without being disturbed by anyone. ”

Huai Shi was silent for a long time, and suddenly felt some pity and relief.

Indeed, if a creator like Bach could continue to live, I don't know how many miracles could be created. But since such a person has chosen to face death, he is naturally worthy of eternal peace and eternal rest.

Now it seems that the association may have expected that Huai Shi would have such a line, otherwise why would the movement sent over be the most suitable score for cello arrangement?

is obviously a hint: Little brother, look, hell music is so promising, wow, including five insurances and one housing fund, and there are big prize benefits at the end of the year, it's a pity that a young man like you doesn't go to hell!

Okay.

Feeling the association's enthusiasm for his fists, Huai Shi's expression couldn't help but twitch.

You're in love with me, aren't you?

My dignified scribe of the Book of Destiny, the second and fifth boy of the Heavenly Genealogy, am I still afraid of you?

Just sugar-coated cannonballs that corrode my fighting spirit, if I eat the cannonballs, the sugar-coated shells will spit out for you......

"Aria?"

After looking at it repeatedly for a moment, Huai Shi let out a long breath: "Okay, lend me a piano, when will we start?"

"Anytime. ”

The skeleton bowed gratefully, the ghost fire beating, and in an instant, the scene in front of Huai Shi's eyes changed, and he was already in a huge warehouse, and a dust box was opened in front of Huai Shi, revealing the ancient body lying between the sponges.

Although a long time has passed, there is not a little damage under the excellent care, but also a faint hint of the crystal brilliance that has been soaked in the years.

When you touch the cold body, you feel as if you are touching a piece of cold crystal, and you can hear the echo of the long time with a slight tap.

The strings were removed and carefully preserved aside, without any signs of rust, elastic as before, and the material seemed to be unusual, both in terms of the skill of twisting and the craftsmanship of preservation.

As soon as you start with the body, you can feel the essentia flowing smoothly in it, no different from your own body, and you can feel the slightest change.

Feeling the essence of the abyss that was almost crystallized, Huai Shi couldn't help but gasp.

This is already a border relic, right?

"Good piano. ”

Huai Shi sighed softly, looking forward to the master's craftsmanship, if he could also advance his piano into a border relic, it would not be a loss to pay more essentia crystals.

Moreover, there are more than three or four million master instruments in the current world.

After a brief adjustment after the stringing, Huai Shi tried to play an etude, and felt that although she had not practiced for a long time, the technique in her hand was miraculously not jerky.

Thanks to the connection between swordsmanship and cello playing, if you don't have time to spend an hour practicing every day, you can spend an hour slashing people, and the effect is almost the same.

That's such a joy!

The original center of the earth was swept away, Huai Shi lifted the body of the piano and looked up at the skeleton in front of him: "Then let's start." ”

The skeleton bowed its head excitedly, had already changed into a more solemn dress, and bent down to thank Huai Shizhi sincerely, and in an instant, the light and shadow in front of him changed.

In the darkness, a beam of light fell on Huai Shi's shoulder, illuminating his hands and the bow in his hand.

This is already a huge stage, and in the empty audience below, the old skeleton has already entered the seat, sitting upright, waiting quietly.

It's the first time I've played in such a formal place, but the place is in hell?

Huai Shi smiled softly, always feeling that something was wrong.

But there is a stage, an audience, and a piano, all of this is not wrong, right?

So, let's get started.

His first performance after becoming a Calamity Musician.

Under the light, Huai Shi took a deep breath, lowered her eyes, and stared at the music sheet on the shelf in front of her.

The bow fell from his hand as if it were weaving notes, and with a cautious movement, the first rays of soft music rose from the strings like a cloud, and spread out in all directions, flying in the air with a low melancholy and joy.

In the audience, the old skeleton involuntarily straightened up and leaned forward.

The ghost fire in the hole in the eye trembled excitedly, wanting to lean forward, wanting to stretch out his hands, and couldn't wait to bathe in the rain and dew of compassion.

The solo cello that emerged from Bach's string suites and the "Song of the G Strings" reproduced by Huai Shi's improvisation for the model in front of him began!

The cello is in a low chirp, from the hands of Huai Shi.

A gentle and gentle melody emerges slowly, diffusing the air, not rough, not intense, but as quietly as a spring, covering everything lightly, smoothing out restlessness and restlessness, and bringing all souls to peace.

Just listening quietly brings tears to the eyes of the dead who should have passed away long ago.

Peace for all the souls that are suffering.

Huai Shi once again fell into a trance like meditation, staring at the yellowed music in front of him in a daze, feeling the great will surging in the record between the lines, everything that the creator wanted to tell, the emotions he wanted to express, and the melody he wanted to create had now emerged directly from the soul.

Even though the instrument and the medium are different.

It's as if there is a teacher standing beside him, teaching every little note, every note. The tenderness and compassion poured into the melody were all entrusted to Huai Shi's hands.

The essentia of the mountain ghost poured into the body like a torrent, and in the low vibration, it quietly merged into the invisible melody, filling in the outline created by the past, extending along the trunk of change, creating a fleeting miracle again.

That's a miracle indeed, and there's nothing wrong with that.

The miracle that exists only in this brief performance, like a fleeting flash of magnificence like magic—sits undifferentiated compassion on this melody, soothes every painful consciousness, calms all despair, and enables all attachments to usher in the promised liberation in a long time.

It turns into a gentle encouragement at the beginning of a long journey, and it is like waiting for the end of the road.

In the gentle sound of the piano, all loneliness and loneliness seem to have meaning.

Even though the years are wasted.

It's like returning to the packed concert hall of yesteryear, gazing at your past companions and recalling impassioned symphonies and choruses under the brilliant lights.

But it's all over, as if no matter how grand the melody is, it's going to come to an end.

At some point, the old skeleton was already lying in the chair, and in the corner of his eye, a tear condensed from pure essentia slowly slipped down.

"How beautiful we used to be......"

He muttered softly, indulging in the fleeting reappearance of yesterday.

Yesterday reappeared.

As the soft melody spread on the stage, the whole concert hall seemed to come to life, the silent lights lit up one by one, and a faint phantom appeared on the empty seats.

The former apparitions walked through the corridors, talking and laughing silently with each other, their eyes full of hope and longing.

All the gloom was colored by the melody.

It seems that under the reflection of this small candlelight, everything that has been silent in the darkness is awakened again, revealing the splendor and splendor of the past.

In the shroud of melody, even the constant roar in the distance is insignificant.

Even if the voice was so frantic and earth-shattering.

Even though destruction is imminent.

But the small music still spread, and flew up to the sky with persistence, and sprinkled like rain, sweeping over the scenes of destruction and the roar of strife, and falling indiscriminately on the earth.

In the midst of this gentle melody, the struggle between the two genealogies has climbed to the climax.

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Fifteen minutes ago, on the high wall, Ye Xueya slowly turned his head and stared at his bloodied subordinates behind him, and the corners of his eyes slowly provoked.

"I see?"

As if regretfully, she sighed softly: "Who is the traitor? Gu Yue or Gao Hao?"

"It's Gu Yue. ”

Luo Shen raised his broken arm so that Shen Yue could bandage him, and quickly reported: "He killed Bai Hao, and he has already left after taking a dark gold prop and two border relics, and I didn't catch up." ”

"I don't blame you, after all, no one will guard their teammates all day long. Ye Xueya shook his head: "You don't have to worry, I'm afraid it won't take too long for him to come to the door." ”

Luo Shen looked up.

"Intelligence is a time-sensitive thing. ”

Ye Xueya tilted his head and lit a cigarette: "Especially now that our main force is all out, and the camp guards are weak, this kind of intelligence will be worthless in another half an hour."

If there is any movement on the other side, it should be in the ...... of these ten minutes."

Before the words fell, an earth-shattering loud noise was heard in the distance.

A huge pillar of fire rose into the sky, frantically unleashing a tyrannical light in all directions, completely uprooting a stronghold hidden outside the stronghold in an instant.

This was followed by the second, the third, and even the fourth......

In the end, under the shroud of the four pillars of fire, the entire Ginza district has been sealed in.

"It's coming. ”

Ye Xueya raised her pupils and smiled happily.

It's as if the whole person is excited, and I can't wait.

Endure for so long...... Finally, I can have a good fight!