Yu Fang went out to buy something, and only found a harpsichord and a new harpto. Nanfang New Products has stocked a piano for more than three years. Cybertron doesn't stop it, and it is estimated that the house will be turned into an opera house.

The furniture at home or something, a few laborers are instructed to do it all. This is considered to have built a home. The most basic, home.

Cyber said frankly that he became a regular employee of a local private company at the age of sixteen, and he shared a house and had a woman (similar to Bao Yang) - did this life peak in an instant?

Then, Yu Fang took one and looked at Cybertron with bright eyes, just like a cat asking for food.

"I know it's hard to make a work, and it's more important to have a flash of inspiration. I'll help you record all your inspirations!"

“...... I'm going to ...... next Wait, can you tell me about your world's way of recording songs? Do you know what a staff is?" asked Cybertron in surprise.

“...... What is that?" Unexpectedly, Yu Fang was even more surprised, and said, "Our song scores are all written in fingering, string position, key position, eye position, etc. Say...... Harp, a string fluttering half a beat, with a thumb. Just write a small p in the upper left corner of a and draw a half circle in the upper right corner. Then write a little word underneath a......"

Cybertron listened for a long time...... They were all stunned.

"What are you ...... [minus the word spectrum]?" Cybertron looked at it for a long time and said, "Are you kidding......? You've even figured out the piano, can you die if you make a stave?"

"I don't understand. Yu Fang was even more aggrieved: "What are you talking about, I don't understand it." ”

"Well, that can't be helped. "Cybertron took a stick, and it was really inconvenient. So he took his long sword, and this one must be straight. He used a 200-pound heavy sword as a ruler, but it worked like a toothpick. looked at Wei Fang on the side and was stunned.

"No, this is a stave—I'll teach you how to use it. Cybertron reluctantly taught from scratch, but there was a little ...... in his heart Recall.

At first, I was a liberal arts student studying history. I fell in love with a senior sister from a conservatory, and decisively voted for what she liked. Outcome...... As a result, the family ran away with the soil boss of the black coal kiln, and the last news I heard was that the family property was being divided. But no matter what, if you miss the East Couple, you can be considered proficient in poetry and songs. I didn't remember much or even said I couldn't remember it before, but I remembered it all when I died, and now I can't forget it.

Well, the traverser still needs a high-sounding reason for this memory at the beginning.

Now that there are more crossings, he is not Xiang Shaolong's predecessor, and he is not a sweet potato eater, and now there is no need for a reason for this kind of normal hanging.

It was Yu Fang, who listened to Cybertron's explanation of the most basic staves, and was stunned when she heard it. At first, the look was a little nervous, then it was refreshed, and then it was a groove. Then, there was no then – it was ......as if a third-rate musician had met Beethoven with Mozart and Bach for a drink.

The next week was one of Cybertron's most enjoyable. People like him suddenly feel uncomfortable when they are idle. In the past, the first thing I did in the morning was to go out for 10 kilometers, because there were basically no large animals within 10 kilometers of the tribe that did not have long eyes. Go ten kilometers away to hunt, and go home at noon to eat. Then there's the time of beatings or beatings up with each other in the tribe, and Cybertron is generally the one being beaten. Although his ability is not bad, he can only practice with his wife - the end can be imagined.

At this time, in the civilized world, there are children and servants who have nothing to do, and women who have nothing to do are a little unbearable. And...... Recently, Yu Fang is very happy to enjoy her spiritual world.

Holding a harpsichord version of the ...... She happily played it over and over again in public, until her demigod fingers went numb. Every night because of this song, I am excited like something...... (SILENCED) over and over again, so that Cybertron really didn't know whether he should correct the Fa on the spot, or whether he would talk about it later.

Of course, none of that matters. Cybertron famously said, "The Valkyries, the wives of the Immortal King, galloped through the sky, fought, mercilessly striking and laughing at their insignificant enemies, and the trees were in ruins." The most worshipped deity of our Bulkeso clan - "When he treats Yu Fang, he says that he did it himself." It is said that the race of Wei Fang also has its own anti-counterfeiting trademark, which is internationally applicable!

This magical world is also very evil, and whenever a great work appears, there will be a kind of soul vibration, which will specifically shake the Muse race, the Lanahi race, or other similar artistic races, and then they will rush to this artist! Like a wild bee and a butterfly, they will compete for the title of this work: so Yu Fang is now in a state of madness.

Of course, in her sleep with her mind and divinity, she communicated with artists and demigods of the same race and similar races. It seems that he has never heard of this song in the world, so in line with the principle that nothing is original, it was characterized as an original Cybertron original.

Doesn't matter.

He didn't care, but it seemed like he underestimated the ...... of the world A feeding frenzy.

He thought that this world was called a poor and white, except for the crazy letter mother, the monster mother and the chicken and dog thieves, there was nothing left, and one by one there were more than writers-what kind of rice art can there be in this kind of world?

He...... That's right, there's basically no art in this world. But he completely underestimated the power of the idlers in this world—everyone entered the city, unlike a hundred years ago when they first entered the city, and they couldn't even eat enough. Now not only can I eat enough, but I also have two bad money in my hand. Each bone is a few pounds lighter, and everyone's brain is sick.

I have to say that the music of this otherworld is still in ...... What do you love, the cat doesn't bite the dog and doesn't bark, it's quite naïve. This time, a certain gentleman took the mature music of the earth, and it is no longer the steady court music and the hoarse and mocking country tunes - it is eye-catching!

It didn't take long for Cybertron to discover a more stringent problem - Alice Phil was invited.

The mistress of the House of Francis invited Cybertron, which really startled the latter. Because he thought that he was a salary thief and was discovered, anyway, the other party didn't tell him about his work, nor did he tell him to clock in at work. So he didn't report at all, and got a house to live in for about a week.

Wait until the boss is invited, only to find out the problem of strict zhòng.

And it's also quite interesting to have someone who invites yourself.

"Oh, Miss?" Standing at the gate of his own yard, Cybertron had just woken up—he had recently slept until he woke up naturally, and he was really happy: "Is there something going on?

"You, you...... Can't you put on your shirt properly?" it seems that every time this eldest lady sees herself, she is in a state of madness. A thirteen-year-old girl looks about the same as a ten-year-old, and such a small loli comes to find herself-why?

"Aha......" yawned, and Cybertron said boredly: "This is my home, if you don't look at it, please turn around and leave." I'm like this in the tribe, I'm what you think of as a barbarian, I'm afraid of something. ”

Cybertron scratched his blonde hair, and sometimes he felt that he was the heroine—— and at this time the hairstyle was not messy: "Is there something wrong? I'm leaving......

"Don't go—— your maid is with us. When Cybertron wanted to turn back, the eldest lady said in time: "She...... Playing in our house – your tribe's ...... to the Valkyries Sacrifice?"

Any religion must have BGM (background music), and since the beginning of primitive religion, everyone has decided that the major sect leaders are men with their own BGM. Whether it is the drums and vocals of the primitive era or the large-scale hymns and choruses of modern times, they are definitely inseparable. It's just that the Holy Light may be a bit of an exception, as it is a light with its own BGM.

Cybertron sometimes thinks that this is tailor-made for the Valkyries of this world - of course, the earth is treated as a Nazi.

“...... That's right. Cybertron immediately agreed, for he felt that something was not right: "What's wrong with her? This is a memorial song that has been passed down from generation to generation within our family, played with a trumpet." What's wrong with her? How can she play it to you casually? Send her back right away!"

There are no rules.

"The music is ...... Good. "To use a compliment, this big pink ...... Oh, Miss. There was no way, Cybertron's eyes were dominated by the pink color of this end. It was the first time he had seen this kind of hair color in real life! Of course, he couldn't even tell the other party's appearance in the mud, let alone the hair color.

But...... This eldest lady is really good now.

After taking a few steps forward, I almost leaned against Cybertron's side, so to speak, and put my arm around him - fortunately, the difference in height between the two was not much.

One is one meter six, one is one meter four. (Definitely not even the black)

"Mom...... Mom said that artists must be respected, so I'm here to invite you—hmph, you're certainly not from Bourkeso, you're a liar!" After thinking about it carefully, I thought about it carefully, and my identity as a traverser was definitely not so easy to be discovered, so I didn't get mad: "Mom still said...... An artist will bring prestige to the family. I...... If I come to invite you in person, can't you give me some face?

Seeing that Cybertron was unmoved, the other party's young lady also began to lose her temper: "Mom said that the music is very good, full of breath and melody that are not available in this era. Surely it is not the work of this era—is it really what the Immortal King did for his wife, as you say?"

“...... Ah, can I still lie to you?" the Immortal King may have to change his name to Wagner in the future: "You...... My mother asked me to go, did she say anything about my absenteeism?"

Children are easy to deceive.

"......?

"Oh, that's fine—I'll go with you...... Coming with you...... I'm going with you. Cybertron's mind was relaxed, but there were still things that made him feel that something was wrong.

He said three or five times that he was willing to go with the other party, but why did the eldest lady still hold his hand tightly?

- Kill the nobleman Matt -

Cybertron staggered all the way to Francis's house - because there was a girl on his right hand side who was holding him all the time! This can be explained by the fact that in this era of entertainment was extremely scarce and information transmission was not very developed. Communication basically relies on roaring, and entertainment basically relies on hands. Naturally, everyone lowered all the standards together-

It is said that there are many performers at the east gate, and some people can support their families by playing the flute for a day. The burghers, who have a little spare money, can only "appreciate" these mountain songs and village flutes - not to mention, everyone thinks they are very good. A little bit more bullish13 are poets similar to the crooked poems that Yu Fang originally read, and musicians who are more court musical.

For hundreds of years after everyone became civilized, they basically enjoyed and listened to this kind of music. It is said that the more developed the South is, it may be better.

Now that Cybertron's (plagiarism) has been born, it is basically equivalent to a nobleman who killed Matt from among the people. Countless young people didn't even know who was the official there was [Burkeso] and [Immortal King], and what was the green onion. Now my ears are filled with "The Immortal King's Last Poem" and "The Valkyrie's Ride." ”

Cybertron has been at home for a week, and he is no longer a barbarian. As a result, the city was full of wind and rain and approached the building - he was forced to sit at home and was also detained the title of "People's Artist" and "Public Intellectual".

I almost didn't him off - what do you think of me and my future wife? Well, boars and sows? How unreasonable—— so cute!

Since you don't know what a Bourkeso is, first impressions are important. Everyone knows the barbarians, and they all know the musicians. Barbarian musicians are obviously unreliable, but fortunately, the Bourkeso are a civilized race of 3,000 years ago. Now, Cybertron has been described as a "great young genius artist from an ancient civilization plus a star plus a killing Matt nobleman plus washing, cutting and blowing] - or something like that.

“...... Aren't they cold in winter?" Cybertron, who came out with a thin shirt, walked and looked at the tavern on the side that was frozen like a grandson, but still bare with red ink on his upper body, and scratched his head incomprehensibly: "What are these grandsons doing? I'm from Bourkeso, and they're not afraid of freezing?"

Lori looked at him, hugged her shoulders even more, and laughed a few times - she didn't speak.