Su Zimu used all his strength and smashed his fist on the stone door...... Although it was painted on the wall, he just felt that it should be a door.

There was a muffled thud that shook the stone chamber, but there wasn't even a mark on the stone door.

This time Su Zimu was a little painful, and he had used at least eight points of force just now, and this result really made him unable to teach.

Do it again without giving up, and the result is still the same.

Faced with this situation, it is impossible not to be discouraged, Su Zimu changed the target and slammed the wall.

There must always be a weakness in such a big place, right?

It's a pity that after trying a circle, even the ceiling and the ground were pounded, but I couldn't find a breakthrough.

It is impossible not to have a weak point, the only explanation is that the defense is too high and the attack is too weak.

Thinking of this, Su Zimu turned over and lay on the ground, mobilizing Zhenyuan to strengthen himself. The silent stone chamber was banging and buzzing for a while, like a few crappy luthiers getting together, but no one was convinced, and they had to compare their skills.

It's an exaggeration to say it's unbearable, but it's definitely appropriate to say that it's unbearable.

This exercise made Su Zimu so upset that he almost gave up on the spot.

I had no choice but to try to control the tone.

Although he had never been serious about music in his previous life, he had also been exposed to some common sense, and he vaguely remembered that the dial tone of the telephone was the [pull] of the standard scale, and the [6] in the simple score.

It's easy to do with standards, and I found [5] and [7] after I found [5] and [7] from memory.

He thought that the scale was like a step, the distance between each other was fixed, and he just continued to try at fixed intervals, but he went all the way down, and he was completely wrong with only one note.

The upward movement is even worse, none of them are right, and it is a mess from the beginning.

This is so annoying!

After careful analysis and repeated attempts, it was gradually discovered that the interval from [4] to [7] was indeed fixed, and [1] to [3] was also the same, but the span between [3] and [4], [7] and [1] was only half of the other scales!

Su Zimu was completely confused, and he couldn't understand what was going on.

Although he didn't know what the twelve equal laws were, let alone what was a whole tone and what was a semitone, it was easy to grasp the law, and he mobilized the muscles and bones in his body to play a song of two tigers.

The first time it was the same as before, I couldn't hear what it was.

The second time it was better, and it finally had a little bit of meaning.

3rd, 4th ...... I don't know how many times I tried it, but I finally successfully completed the first sentence.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, but the second sentence is much easier, and it doesn't take long to find the right tone.

Then, I tried three or five times, and the rest of the tune was all completed.

Even if he was in danger, Su Zimu was still very excited, and he connected the whole song together.

He himself knew that this piece was too childish, but there was an indescribable joy in his heart.

Good guys, you have to know music to practice this exercise together, these monks are really good at playing!

The next reinforcement was much better, one moment it was a little star, another moment was singing and smiling, the interest came, and I tried a horse race.

Coughing, it's a pity that he is a beginner, and the two in front of him are still making up, and the horse racing is too high, and he directly hits back to the prototype.

But it doesn't matter, Su Zimu has time, and at first he only paid attention to pitch and tone, and when these familiar ones were almost over, he began to think about how to restore the timbre.

If you think about this technology thoroughly, won't you turn it into a humanoid self-propelled jukebox?

When she returns to Xianfang in the future, if she sings a song in front of Xu Ning, I don't know what kind of expression she will show!

However, Su Zimu obviously overestimated his ability, and the accompaniment can be much more complex than a simple tune, and it is necessary to mobilize tissues and organs in different positions of the body, closely cooperate and seamlessly connect in order to complete a song.

However, after trying several times, I still couldn't get the point.

He knew that the main theme and accompaniment of a piece were not the same thing, but he, a layman, didn't know the relationship between the two at all, so he could only try it over and over again according to the tune in his memory.

In the end, it is still plausible, somewhat similar to the song in memory, but it is fundamentally different.

When books are used, there is little hatred, life is full of knowledge, I knew that there was such a day, how many books on music theory were seen at the beginning, how could I be so passive?

Forget it, let's learn slowly when we leave this hellish place...... Although this world is certainly not as rich in entertainment as in the previous life, music should be something that can be learned, right?

Su Zimu no longer pressed himself, but only practiced a few particularly passionate and inspiring tunes in his mind repeatedly, and slowly became proficient.

At this point, he no longer knows how many times he has strengthened his body, and he feels that he has improved a lot.

Strange to say, there was only a little true yuan he could mobilize, but it never failed, and it continued to strengthen his body, as if there was no limit.

He no longer has common sense, and he knows that this situation is abnormal, but he can't figure out what the reason is, and the uncomfortable feeling in his heart is mentioned.

Su Zimu couldn't help but complain, he was probably the most confused traverser in history, and there was no one.

How did he know that if Xu Yun refused to reveal the truth, he was afraid that he would not be able to know what had happened to him for the rest of his life, let alone how a person who had no possibility of cultivation in the first place embarked on the path of cultivation!

Su Zimu set a goal for himself, and after practicing a song, he got up and swung his fist, and then fought Shimen.

Didn't work?

Lie down and continue to practice the next song, continue to smash when you are ready, and if it doesn't work, you will practice the next song.

In this way, the boring practice has actually been carried out vividly, and the time is no longer difficult.

Su Zimu had every reason to believe that this exercise must have been created by a monk who couldn't stand loneliness.

I don't know how long it took, but after practicing the fifth song, Su Zimu smashed his fist on the stone door, and there was a soft sound on the ground, leaving a shallow fist mark.

The Suda anchor was overjoyed and finally worked!

He punched his left and right, and his two arms swung out pieces of afterimage, constantly hitting the stone door, and the cracked stone chips flew in all directions.

In just a short period of time, Su Zimu had already thrown hundreds of punches, smashing a half-palm-deep hole in the stone gate.

Su Zimu suddenly stopped, one fist still pressed into the pit, and he took a deep breath again and again.

Even with his physique, he couldn't withstand such a high-intensity crazy blow.

No, it's still a lot!

After two more rounds of strengthening, not only did the blow become more powerful, but the effect was also more obvious.

Although the effect will be even better if he continues to strengthen, he really doesn't want to stay in this ghost place.