When Yunli arrived at Shanxin Town, Wei Lin had already taken the town with everyone, and was leading three foundation-building monks to set up a formation outside the city. The inner perimeter was mainly for protection, and the outer perimeter was filled with powerful penetrating arrows. The formation is equipped with various fire-based formations, specifically targeting the army of witches and poisonous people.
The crowd cheered when they heard that Yunli had solved the mutated witch-gu people. Faced with the crisis, they had to agree to Yunli's proposal and join forces to fight against the enemy. Only in the face of the rampage that happened thousands of years ago, they were able to barely eliminate it with the help of the entire continent. The remnants of the witchcraft and Gu sect still feel unsure.
Now without the command of the mutant witches and Gu people, ordinary witches and Gu people are no longer a threat to monks like them who can escape.
The confident people were enthusiastic and quickly set up the formation. Their spiritual consciousness scanned the city. Yunli flashed to a magic weapon shop and picked out all the musical instruments and magic tools in the store.
However, musical instruments and magical instruments are already a niche. After searching the only two instrument shops in the town, they couldn't find many. Returning to the central square of the town, she said helplessly: "There are only these seven."
"It's okay, not everyone can learn it at once." Wei Lin raised his eyes and looked at the crowd, "Those who can play musical instruments, come out!"
Low-level monks are living on the line of survival. They spend a huge sum of money to purchase magic weapons, and they also need to be equipped with special magic tricks. Swords and swords are usually manufactured in large quantities, and there are many kinds of sword tricks and sword tricks. In comparison, it is natural to use There are many monks with swords.
As for niche utensils such as musical instruments, apart from the leisurely leisure time of high-end aristocratic families, monks who have the skills to control them will buy and use them.
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, a woman with still charming charm stood up and took out a curved-neck pipa and said, "I have a musical instrument."
Yunli frowned. This was too little. The instrument was so difficult to learn. By the time they learned it, the army of poisonous insects would have spread to other mountains.
Wei Lin saw through her thoughts at a glance. The phrase "They are not you" came to his lips, but he swallowed it back. After a pause, he said: "In a team of nearly a hundred people, there are always one or two who are talented, and the others slowly develop." Come."
As he spoke, he unfolded the score of "Forgetting Love" and asked those who understood it to quickly copy and memorize it. He first taught basic music theory without any foundation.
Seeing Yunli looking at the score, her lips moving, and memorizing the score, Wei Lin's brows jumped, "You want to learn too?"
"Of course." Yunli said matter-of-factly, "With so many witches and Gu people, we will definitely have to act alone in the future. Using our spiritual consciousness to find each one will cause too much trouble."
Wei Lin pursed his lips, hesitated to speak, and said after a while: "Don't use spiritual power."
Yunli rolled her eyes. Spiritual power does not come out of thin air. If you can save it, you can save it. Whoever practices music should use spiritual power.
After learning the piano for nearly two years, she quickly memorized the music score. She took out Ziyunqing, stroked the strings, and was about to play when the sound of pipa suddenly came from beside her.
Looking sideways, he saw the woman in purple with her eyebrows slightly lowered, her fair neck exposed, her slender jade fingers tapping the strings lightly, looking up at the music score from time to time, and the resentful notes flowed out of her hands.
"Awesome!" Yunli looked envious. She really didn't have any talent in music. It was too difficult for her to play the music score. She had to imprint the music score in her mind first, and then play it over and over again to become proficient in it. live.
The woman was flattered and said sheepishly: "No, practice makes perfect."
After being modest, her eyes fell on Ziyun Qing, and she said with envy: "The real person's piano is so beautiful."
"Yeah, I think so too!" Yunli smiled brilliantly, raised her hand and brushed the lavender body of the piano lovingly, taking a look at the smooth and smooth body and the exquisite and natural cloud rose vines, which made her feel good.
The elegant Zhao Jijiqi interjected, "The quality is not low, the craftsmanship is exquisite, and the material looks not simple. I can't tell what material it is made of..."
As for the holy instrument, it's not cheap. Yunli's eyebrows are full of joy. Such a beautiful instrument can be used all the way to Qingxuan Continent. If there is a way to reforge it and advance it in the future, it can be used forever. It makes me happy to think about it.
Little girl Yin Xiaoxiao tilted her head and thought for a while, then said softly: "Brother Feng's flutes are like a pair."
"Have a discerning eye!" Yunli patted her shoulder appreciatively, her brows and eyes filled with joy.
Seeing that they had reached the end of their conversation, Wei Lin quickly interrupted: "It's getting late, hurry up and study."
Yunli calmed her expression, "Yes, yes, learn quickly, you have to go out to work after you have rested."
As she spoke, she carefully went through the music score in her mind. After making sure that she remembered every part clearly, she touched the strings and began to play.
While gently clasping the piano and twisting it slowly, the clear and clear sound of the piano flowed out. Just when everyone was sighing that this piano was really good, they suddenly heard a clang, like a tight bow string being fully stretched, and then suddenly released, hitting hard against the string. On hard objects, it can sting people's eardrums.
Facing the scrutiny of everyone, Yunli explained seriously: "I used too much force."
After saying that, she continued to play without changing her expression, but there was no problem with her strength anymore. After listening to a section, everyone discovered the problem.
The piano was really good, and the sound was clean, but when she played it, the music was out of tune, and I didn't realize it was the song "Forgetting Love" at all.
Everyone had just defeated the army of witches and Gus under the playing of 'Feng Jue Zhenren'. They had listened to the song "Forgetting Love" several times. In addition, the monk had an excellent memory. He thought he had remembered the song correctly, but his ears kept hearing it. The sudden sound of the piano made them confused.
Is this really Yunli, the master disciple of Taiyi Sect? Is the Taoist boy who was the direct disciple of the headmaster, the master Yun Liyun who counterattacked and became the master's junior sister, and recognized the master after obtaining the ancient sword Dream-Slaying Sword? Is this the person in front of me?
A young man raised his elbow and gently poked the person next to him, and asked in a low voice: "Is there something wrong with my ears, or is there something wrong with my memory? How can I listen..."
Although his voice was small, it was very loud at the moment when it was so quiet that you could hear a pindrop. Yunli looked at him. The young man realized that he was actually mocking the Jindan Master to his face, and he was also a disciple of the Taiyi Sect, the giant of Canglan. He was immediately frightened. His face turned pale.
He remembered, however, that there was a senior who was in the Foundation Establishment stage. Because he was absent-minded and did not avoid the sight of Master Jin Dan, he was swatted to death by the Master like a fly.
In panic, I heard a soft and serious female voice: "It's different now. My talent is not good, so I have to practice slowly."
Yunli was not angry at all when she was questioned in person. She admitted that she did not have much talent in music, but hard work could make up for her weakness. Just practice more. She had learned several pieces of music through her hard work before.
Besides, I haven’t played the piano in more than 20 years, so my hand skills are normal.
After explaining, she lowered her eyes and continued practicing with a serious and dedicated expression. The May sunshine shone on her fair face, which was slightly pink, like a ripe peach.
The young man quietly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Fortunately, Yun Zhenren was open-minded and didn't care about his rudeness.
