"How about this." Zhang Tianliu thought for a while and decided to find another way: "Since this is a group's five wins out of nine games, the arrangement of people can be changed. The program does not require it to be listed in advance. Obviously, it can also be changed midway.

We will prepare a song, and if they lose two games in a row, we will play it and give them time to adjust. This thing is not difficult. No matter what instrument, I can get started as soon as I play it, and I will never miss a note."

Boss Mo immediately retorted: "Don't be kidding, are you using this superficial industrial note to challenge other people's high mountains and flowing water? In the face of Jiuxiao Immortal's lifespan of thousands of years, we are the difference between craftsmen and artists."

Judging from the situation of Zhaoyi and Yingbao, they have been exposed to vocal music since childhood. This is also a way of cultivation in Jiuxiao. Playing music can make people calm, and can also turn violent energy into music and spread it like sound through playing.

, until it disappears into silence.

Maybe there are so many vocal connoisseurs in Jiuxiao that it would be embarrassing for them to show off their limited skills.

"You don't know how to put yourself in someone else's shoes. You just said this is a new city, but what you're trying to see is a new and old-fashioned thing. Only old guys like us like it. Are you a novice?"

"It doesn't matter if it sounds good to me," Xiaobai said with a smile.

"Then it's settled, what do you want to play, Xiaobai? I'll make it for you."

"This...what do you want to play, Boss Mo?" Xiaobai didn't know what instrument to play for a while.

Boss Mo knew from the look on Zhang Tianliu that this guy would not change his mind. Although he was a sure loser, he could indeed buy Mr. Huang and the others two songs of adjustment time.

Boss Mo, who couldn't resist Zhang Tianliu, had to say: "Guitar."

"It's an artifact." Zhang Tianliu chuckled and immediately opened the system screen to start making it.

"Where are you, senior?" Xiaobai, who was not yet sure, asked again.

"Of course I play the most naughty one." Zhang Tianliu said with a bad smile.

"What's the sexiest thing?" Xiaobai really didn't understand.

"There's no such thing as the coolest musical instrument, only cool music." Boss Mo snorted coldly.

"You don't understand this. It's true that many musical instruments completely subvert people's imagination when they are violent, but the saxophone alone makes me feel very angry when I think about it."

"Have you ever been exposed to this stuff?" Boss Mo frowned.

"No." Zhang Tianliu shook his head and said: "I can make it without touching it. I have twenty kinds of musical instrument information here, and there are many types of each. Do you want an electric guitar? Don't worry, you can do it if you can cultivate the palm thunder.

use."

"No need." Boss Mo refused immediately.

"That's a pity. Taotao and Brother Dong spent a year researching to create this."

Xiaobai said at this time: "Can I play drums? I think drumming is low-key and cool."

"Of course, it's settled." Zhang Tianliu immediately started making.

In less than half an hour, each had a musical instrument, and the three of them arrived in a room. Although each room had a formation to isolate external sounds, Zhang Tianliu still added a layer of insulation to surround the three of them.

"What are we playing?" Xiaobai asked excitedly, turning the drum stick.

Zhang Tianliu took out a piece of music score and said, "First practice the sense of sound and then talk."

Playing, playing and singing can be said to be "simple" for people who have opened the Nine Awareness. Opening the ear is like opening the absolute sense of pitch, but the problem is that they have to know the line symbols of this note. After understanding the notes, they can master it with a little practice a dozen times.

However, Zhang Tianliu, who has the physique of a fittest person, only needed three times to reach perfection.

Zhang Tianliu activated sound insulation to prevent noise from interfering with each other.

The three of them started practicing. Although they had nine sleeps, except for Zhang Tianliu, Boss Mo and Xiao Bai did not go well.

Zhang Tianliu practiced for an hour and was able to play basically any sound. He made an OK gesture, but Boss Mo waved his hand and Xiaobai shook his head.

"Is it so difficult?" Zhang Tianliu canceled the soundproofing, and the noise from the two of them playing blindly made Zhang Tianliu despair.

"Can we start with Doraemon?" Zhang Tianliu asked angrily.

"Practice your hands, practice your hands." Xiaobai smiled and knocked randomly for a while.

"Don't make trouble, we don't have much time."

Although it is easy to master, it takes time to have a tacit understanding of the three blank sheets of paper. It also takes time to study how to write the music, when to add which instruments, or when to leave, and when to solo.

"Senior, do you know how to do it?" Xiaobai didn't believe it.

Zhang Tianliu didn't explain anything and just started blowing.

Suddenly, a classic tune that even Xiaobai had listened to at least a hundred times, but had never specifically asked about the name, surrounded his ears.

"Here, what's the name of this song? It's so familiar."

Zhang Tianliu said: "Wu Xin Kuai Yu, I didn't expect you kid to have heard it."

"Blow as you like, no matter what you do." Boss Mo sarcastically said.

"You know nothing." Zhang Tianliu rolled his eyes at him.

People shake for feeling, rhythm, and switching of air pressure, but these are completely unnecessary for monks. Of course Zhang Tianliu doesn't need to move, he can play perfectly even if he stands upright, but it's not coquettish. He not only has to shake, but also

To show off your style.

Xiaobai suddenly thought of something and said hurriedly: "Senior, why don't you play Maotai and listen to it?"

"What?" Zhang Tianliu was confused.

"Don't you understand that there is no Maotai? Smoking Shenqu, you two often smoke and don't know this?"

"Do you know?" Zhang Tianliu looked at Boss Mo.

Boss Mo shook his head: "It should be the song that appeared after you left the group."

Zhang Tianliu smiled bitterly: "That's right. If I run away and you chase me, there will be no time to listen to new songs."

Those who haven't heard it can't help it. Only those who have heard it can recover it. No, no matter how strong the realm of the soul is, it can't be created out of nothing.

"Oh, let me think about it." Xiaobai also began to search his memory. After a long time, he unconsciously started to play the drum, from trying lightly to playing quickly and skillfully. After half an hour of playing, he got it. Zhang Tianliu and

Boss Mo looked confused.

"Oh, come on, give me a feel for the saxophone." Xiaobai put down the drumstick and stretched out his hand.

Zhang Tianliu didn't give it to him, but made another one for him.

Xiaobai asked Zhang Tianliu for advice for a few minutes before he started to get a feel for it. From a gentle test to a skillful performance, a different style of music was really refreshing.

"That's how it feels. Do you want to smoke?" Xiaobai put down the saxophone with a smile and said: "I also want to add my drum sound, and there seems to be a piano. How about Boss Mo playing the piano? The dialogue in it... I

Come and try, cough cough, no Maotai, cough cough, no Maotai..."

Seeing the little white-haired boy changing his accent and talking non-stop like Maotai Maotai, Zhang Tianliu had a headache, but it is not good to dampen the interest of children. Spending time with children is what elders should do!

"As for the piano, you can practice it first. I can also make another instrument. I'll see what materials are good." Zhang Tianliu let Xiaobai figure it out by himself. He isolated the sound and selected materials to make the instrument.

The six people in the courtyard have already started to play the majestic "River Burial Song" together, while the three people in the room are still working on their own, and there is no contact between the two people. The people in the courtyard don't even know that these three blank sheets of paper actually want to interfere.

.

As Boss Mo said, after a month of contact, they were just music craftsmen, different from musicians.

In terms of artistic conception, only those with higher cultivation and richer experience can play with the feeling. Although the three of them have experience, especially Zhang Tianliu, their level is too low. Zhang Tianliu has not even stepped into the artistic conception. If he cannot play the artistic conception, he will not be able to express it.

A strong sense of substitution, which is fatal to exotic music!

Some songs were regarded as rubbish when they came out, but more than ten years later they were hailed as divine songs.

There are also some songs that are so popular right after they come out that they get tired of playing them for a day, or even get so tired that they never want to listen to them again in this life, and get upset every time they hear the melody.

Classics are meant to last for thousands of years, and the longer they last, the more lasting they become.

The song "The Emperor Buries the River" sounded to Zhang Tianliu like a mark of the times, which could never be erased. It made people's blood boil after listening to it, as if they were facing a battlefield. They yearned endlessly for the fighting inside, and wished they could rush in with their swords in hand.

But when the voice of the Quartet that has made people vicissitudes over the years sings with ancient rhymes, it not only makes people's scalp numb, but also secretly shed tears, wanting to replace their sons, husbands, and fathers and return to their once ordinary home.
Chapter completed!