"Old man, you just ...... It's a 4/4 beat!"

Hearing Huai Shi's voice, Luo Lao's expression became more and more strange, wondering if he had broken the skull of this thing, but then, he saw Huai Shi get up excitedly, the knife and axe in his hand appeared, and explained to him.

"Look, it's a 4/4 beat—"

The axe slashed and exploded.

"Strong!"

The sacrificial knife swung horizontally, "Weak!"

Immediately after, the spear of compassion stabbed forward, "Second strong!"

Finally, it ends with the attack of the sacrificial sword.

"Weak!"

Strong, weak, sub-strong, weak, or a little bit more.

Either way, it was a perfect 4/4 time.

"What's that?" Luo Lao was completely confused.

"In music, time can be broken down into basic units, each unit is called a 'beat', and the time value of a beat is expressed in terms of the time value of a note......

Huai Shi excitedly circled and danced and explained: "The time value of a beat can be a quarter note, that is, a quarter note is a beat, or a half note is a beat, or an eighth note can also be ......."

Luo Lao only felt a herd of cows mooing in front of him, and he couldn't understand how he listened, and frowned unhappily: "Don't fix all those bells and whistles!"

The mace waved down, towards Huai Shi, pressing step by step.

In an instant, Huai Shi retreated again, and his expression became more and more surprised: "Strong, weak...... It's a 2/4 beat, wait, I get it! You told me to do it, you made me do it!"

He seemed to have comprehended something, but what it was, Luo Lao couldn't understand it, and he always felt that the excited look seemed to have finally been answered after being confused for a long time, and he was almost about to fly happily.

Huai Shi muttered notes and terms that no one could understand, and circled in the infield, and in the end, he snapped his fingers with his hands feverishly.

"Strong, weak, weak, strong...... Strong, weak, weak, sub-strong, weak, weak...... Strong, Weak, Weak...... Strong, strong ......"

At the end, he suddenly turned his head and smiled confidently.

"I see, change, huh?"

In his hands, the axe was swayed at will, and the deep voice was constantly changing, combining into completely different melodies, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, sometimes urgent and sometimes slow.

At this moment, he was already uncontrollable with excitement.

Finally getting out of the mistakes that have been there and returning to the right path, the satisfaction brought is simply indescribable.

The so-called change is not a passive response and active adaptation, but a manifestation of the rhythm of struggle.

The moment of the duel is infinitely extended, divided into countless time values, filled with different rhythms as you like, and at the end, the silent melody is guided to the climax......

It's no different from playing!

In his fantasies, a steel pendulum was swinging rapidly, emitting rhythmic phantoms that changed with his movements.

Absolutely, something that can be solved with a metronome, why have we dragged it out for so many days?

Even those who don't know anything about music have probably seen this thing, which is connected in series with a vertical steel pendulum on the base, and once activated, it swings rhythmically to both sides.

Any beginner will appreciate such a tool that helps one to quickly grasp the change in beat.

And the appearance of this concept at this moment, for Huai Shi, who was so confused that he couldn't find any clues, seemed to be a ray of light in the sea of suffering, allowing him to finally find his direction and understand the theory that Luo Lao had instilled in him in a violent way.

Daigo empowerment.

He finally ushered in the legendary epiphany in joy.

"Isn't that the rhythm?"

Huai Shi shook her head and sighed: "Say it earlier, I'm the best at bringing rhythm!"

As he spoke, he turned his head, looked at the old man not far away, and asked thoughtlessly, "Then again, old man, do you like rock and roll?"

"Huh?" Luo Lao was puzzled.

"Look, I'll show you this—da, da......"

Huai Shi murmured softly, her toes lightly touching the ground, as if beating on the drum surface.

The crisp sound spread from under his feet, wrapping around everyone's ears, and the waves of active essence emerged.

As the young man's arms holding the sword and axe spread, even the blade trembled slightly in the young man's low voice: "I am the shadow, and the smoke in your eyes......"

I am the shadow and the smoke in your eyes.

So, in my head, the roar of an electric guitar suddenly sounded.

Huai Shi slowly raised her head, accompanied by a silent exhalation, and whispered: "I am the ghost that hides in the night!"

- I am a ghost, in the night!

At that moment, the light of the mountain ghost lit up from the pupils of the young man's eyes, and he stepped forward.

The knife and axe shook suddenly, obviously silent, but in a trance, it seemed to burst out with a thunderous melody, and the sound of harmony burst out from the blade of the axe, and roared out towards the old man who was already close at hand!

The hoarse muffled chant was already ringing in my ears.

“Boom-Lay！Boom-Lay！BOOM!”

The axe blade fell and was blocked, but this time Huai Shi moved quickly, starting with a 6/8 beat - strong, weak, weak, second-strong, weak, weak!

As the axe blade suddenly disappeared from his hand, the sacrificial knife appeared, wiping it towards Luo Lao's neck, and when the mace was raised, the blade disappeared unexpectedly, turning into an axe blade block, and the sacrificial knife had popped out of Huai Shi's left hand again, running through his heart.

“Boom-Lay！Boom-Lay！BOOM!”

Collapse!

Luo Lao's movements stopped for a moment, and he didn't suppress Huai Shi as usual, but was suppressed by Huai Shi's rhythm.

Just as he took a step back and was about to charge up for a fierce attack, he saw the spear that appeared in Huai Shi's hand at some point, roaring out from the air towards his neck.

The spear collided with the steel, followed by a cold light from the dagger.

The sharp sounds are intertwined in one place, blended into the rhythm, and with the humming of Huai poems, they turn into a real melody, which is the "Diamond Eyes" played by steel!

The power of rock 'n' roll!

As Huai Shi hummed hoarsely, his movements became faster and faster, and the thunder in the void seemed to merge into the sword and axe, bursting out with his slashing and piercing.

Strength, soaring!

At that moment, Luo Lao's movements stagnated without warning, and instantly seized the gap in Huaishi's rhythm and attacked.

One hit missed.

Empty?

The old man was stunned.

Immediately, I felt the rhythm change again......

That's right, the DJ cut the song.

From the impassioned rock to the low roar of the piano, Huai Shi fell from mid-air, his waist twisted, and the sacrificial knife swept out of his hand towards Luo Lao's neck.

"Today, I'm going to show you the Bach knife technique that comes with my LV12 cello!"

The originally slow tempo is rapidly accelerating, and in Huaishi's fantasy, the height of the counterweight on the metronome continues to decrease, and the beat value changes, soaring to the level of 208 in an instant.

Two hundred and eight beats per minute!

It's a stormy a cappella cello suite!

Unless he can read the score that Huai Shi is now memorizing in his heart, no one can grasp how his rhythm will change, and whether the next blow will be like thunder or vicious.

Even if there is still no victory, at least there is a back and forth.

This time, it was finally not the aggrieved side that was beaten!

3/8 beats, 1/4 beats, reshoots, single shots......

Huai Shi rose up and began to cut songs like crazy!

After a short riff, the melody quickly becomes eerie and exciting. In his hand, the spear of compassion was full of fierce poison, like a poisonous snake, it slashed through the air in an arc, piercing Luo Lao's throat.

"Eat me Paganini piercing!"

Hell Changes!

In the midst of the violent changes in the Caprice, the style of the grim scale changed again, becoming majestic, and the spear suddenly dissipated under the beating of the mace.

Instead, Huai Shi has been accumulating strength for a long time and is a killer move to fight back.

"—Haydn's Axe!"

In just a few minutes, from Bach to Beethoven to Haydn, Brahms and Schumann...... He ruined almost all the classical musicians.

Refreshed!

Just when the impassioned melody climbed to the peak with the fierce rhythm, a new change appeared on the title page of the Book of Destiny in Huai Shi's consciousness.

Originally, it had been sharpened by Luo Lao, and it can be said that the Theravada Tantric Double Sword Technique, Roman Dagger Fighting, and the Old Inquisition Sword Technique and other skills such as martial arts were abolished, and finally the remnants of the ink completely dissipated.

Instead, a line of pale gray handwriting emerged rapidly from nothingness, solidified, and then instantly formed...... It's as if being pulled by a legendary cello performance at the highest level, soaring up like crazy.

【Swordsmanship: How to Perform】

——LV10！

Huai Shi was stunned for a moment, and then ecstatic.

The skills he had comprehended were recognized by the Book of Destiny, and they were raised to such a terrifying height in an instant......

I'm afraid that in addition to the various combat skills that have become experience points, the biggest reason is that he has broken through to LV12 to play the cello, right?

Even if it seems to be the opposite of each other.

But the essence of the two is exactly the same, they are both a performance, but the tools used are different.

With the foundation broken, Huaishi's skills finally ushered in a new qualitative change in the hellish ravage.

But this ecstasy didn't last long, and then he felt the old man's shadow suddenly enlarge, and in an instant, he broke through the encirclement and was close at hand.

Dangerous!

Huai Shi subconsciously defensively.

Immediately afterward, I saw the old man's mouth full of yellow teeth open, and the sound was like thunder.

Do the lion's roar!

"——I don't get fat when I eat meat every day, and I get in good health every day!!"

In the roaring singing of the old man's approach, the rough folk songs from Nanzhao rushed into the melody of the cello roughly, stirring up all the rhythms.

disrupted the beat of Huai Shi, making the movements in his hands mess up.

Rip!

Huai Shi was suddenly shocked, flew out upside down, and smashed against the wall.

"Isn't it?"

The boy raised his head sluggishly and spat out a mouthful of depressed old blood. "Can you do this?"

——His new trick is still hot, why did he lose in the hands of Nanzhao Shange!

Sure enough, the old saying doesn't deceive me: classical is not as good as rock, rock is not as good as pop, and even if it is popular, there are undefeated opponents...... Even if it's a saliva song that can only be brainwashed, once it is mixed into the Nanzhao Mountain Song, it will be over!

No matter how strong the love is, it can't compare to the old driver's coquettishness.

Huai Shi, in consternation and remorse, was defeated!

As Huai Shi lost his ability to cope, this time Luo Lao did not catch up and beat the water dog, but stood in place, as if boringly throwing aside the mace that had been bent and broken.

After hitting the ground, the twisted mace completely fell apart.

Accomplished its mission.

"It's still a little rough, but you'll pass this level. ”

He patted the dust on his hands, shook his head and said, "Also, I like to sing, bring my own headphones and put them on my own, don't hum them stupidly for others to hear...... Come early tomorrow, time is a little tight, and I'll finish the class before the rookie game. ”

Huai Shi was stunned.

First of all, it was incredible, I couldn't believe that I had passed this level like this, and then I was confused, is there any lesson in the future?

The basics of bare-handed combat, the structure and posture of the fight, the mastery of timing and the change of rhythm.

It can be said that these basic courses have been completed.

According to the muscular old man's rough kicking of people into the door, the rest of the roll to teach himself, is there anything else to teach later?

"You're the kind of guy who doesn't have any longevity. ”

Luo Lao sat on the chair and looked at him stunned: "It should be said that you don't really love these things I teach.

After all, these things aren't the end for you, are they?"

It's not harsh, and I don't hate iron and steel.

As early as the first day Huai Shi came here, he understood that this guy didn't regard the things here as a lifelong path in his heart.

There are many kinds of love in this world, and there are also minor ones.

Huaishi's love for this fighting skill is probably stronger than her love of playing games at best—strictly speaking, just as part of her job.

While fulfilling his duties, he chose to keep improving.

But what does it matter?

In the final analysis, isn't what he taught all the art of killing?

It is simply insignificant compared to real power.

Nothing.

There are countless things in this world that are more meaningful than these, and can make this world better and more respected.

Even if you go to do barbecued pork, the future is much brighter than this.

Honest people should scoff at this.

It should be treated in this way.

Although if you use it as a means, you must be prepared to not be the strongest for the rest of your life, but if you only use it as a means, you have more choices than killing people for the rest of your life......

In the silence, Luo Lao stared silently at the surroundings of the training ground, the collections that hung on the walls—weapons that covered almost every form of fighting in the world.

Whether it is swords, guns, swords, halberds, or unpopular claw hooks and fist blades, from the axe and spear, which are becoming more and more rare today, to the Macquavit that is only circulated among some samurai in the Americas...... Pretty much everything.

Countless iron stones converged in one place, forming a terrifying scale that is almost impossible for ordinary people to get used to in their lifetime.

"Didn't you say you wanted to do whatever you wanted?"

He slowly retracted his gaze and looked at the Huai poem in front of him:

"In that case, the more means, the better, right?"