"I'm not talking nonsense, Wan Ling, give her a Zhengyin test," Peng Zhan said.
Cheng Wanling waved her hand, and even Peng Zhan, who was mentally prepared, felt his heart tremble. The feeling was indescribably sour.
But Chu Qingyao and Ye Xiaowu shivered, as if someone had patted their itchy wounds with their hands, and they felt strangely happy and painful at the same time.
"Try another horn sound." Peng Zhan shouted next.
Cheng Wanling waved her little hand again, and Chu Qingyao and Ye Xiaowu's spirits were lifted. They felt like they had been beaten to death, and they were ready to move.
"Yuyin!" Peng Zhan shouted next.
Chu Qingyao and Ye Xiaowu suddenly felt someone holding their shoulders that were about to move, and their hearts calmed down.
Peng Zhan didn't expect the effect of the five notes to be so shocking. Of course, this was mainly related to Cheng Wanling's strings.
Her strings are carefully made of sky silk. To rely on music to kill people, there should naturally not be any noise. Ordinary strings cannot produce such a pure single tone.
In addition, when Cheng Wanling plays, she has a breathtaking domineering spirit, so the effect is amazing.
"Oh my God, is it so magical?" Chu Qingyao exclaimed in disbelief.
After studying music for so many years, she gained the concept that music is used to please the audience. At most, music can be used to simulate things such as mountains and flowing water, and can be described with sound to complete the telling of a story.
In Cheng Wanling's ancient music, each note represents a very wonderful world, and people seem very small and humble in front of music.
"Wanling, your music is too domineering, I have to add some notes with a erosive flavor. Qingyao, there are too many unnecessary things in your music, so I have to add some meaningful notes. Something." Peng Zhan said.
"Peng Zhan, why don't you let the two of them talk about the same thing in their own ways, and then you can synthesize them and blend the two styles together." Ye Xiaowu said with great interest.
"Smart, let's do this. We will use music to tell a story about Chang'e flying to the moon, and you two will express this story in your own way."
Cheng Wanling stood there motionless, while Chu Qingyao quickly picked up the paper and pen and wrote various notes on a piece of white paper. Every time she wrote a sentence, she played it gently on the piano. She felt dissatisfied. Modifications will also be made immediately on paper.
Although Cheng Wanling didn't move, she already had a very rich melody in her mind. After a long while, she said leisurely: "Peng Zhan, I've thought about it."
"Ah, you figured it out so quickly?" Chu Qingyao was very surprised when she saw that Cheng Wanling didn't seem to do anything.
"Actually, it's just like telling a story. You just need to describe the pictures in your mind with your voice." Cheng Wanling said calmly.
"Ah, sister Ling'er, isn't there only five notes? It's like a baby who only knows five words. How can it describe such a complicated story?" Ye Xiaowu asked with some confusion.
Peng Zhan couldn't help but laugh after hearing this.
"Five notes do not mean there are only five words, but they represent five elements. They can be combined in any way to form a complicated world. The computer only has two states: 0 and 1. How many worlds can it present? I don’t need to tell you how rich it is,” Peng Zhan said.
"Oh, I'm just asking. Hurry up and play, I really want to hear it." Ye Xiaowu realized that she had made a joke and quickly changed the subject.
Cheng Wanling smiled slightly and slowly raised her hand. The first sound reminded people of a cold full-moon night. She used a flashback to recall her entire flight to the moon from Chang'e's perspective.
In the middle of playing, Ye Xiaowu was already crying, especially when Chang'e swallowed the elixir, she kept shaking her head.
Because of her temper, even if she was threatened, she would not swallow the pill alone. At worst, she would die with the bad guys.
