Gu Shuo said lightly, he really didn't have the confidence, he certainly knew the music and could also play the guqin. But I don’t know whether the rhythm can be converted into sound power like vowel sounds.
However, he wanted to integrate the murderous intention into the sound of the piano. He didn't know if this was music skill, but he had to try it. Moreover, his appearance turned the battle between the Northland monks and the vowels into a battle between him and the vowels. Even if you lose, it's not a big deal. Anyway, his state of mind will not be broken, he has this confidence. And when the time comes that he admits defeat, the Northland monks will not start another fight. After all, he still has some reputation in the Northland. In this way, this group of monks in the Northland were prevented from having their mental states broken. And he felt that even if he couldn't win the vowels, he might not lose.
He had heard the playing of vowels at Gu Yan Peak. Although it was not the real strength of vowels, it also gave him a glimpse of the true meaning of the sound skills. The sound skills were an attack on the mind of the monks. Gu Shuo was a consecrated person. Heavy, the sea of consciousness is not generally large, and there is not much liquid spiritual consciousness left. This is the trump card that he dares to challenge. He can't beat the vowel sounds, but the sound power of the vowel sounds may not be able to affect him.
So he really didn't dare to say that he understood this situation! I just want to rely on my strong spiritual consciousness to resist.
But this sentence made sense, but it made Yuan Yinyin feel ashamed and annoyed.
She was born in the Tianyin Sect and devoted her whole life to her music skills. Now, some people downplay her music skills. This is an insult to the music skills and even more to her vowel pronunciation. Immediately he said:
"Senior Brother Gu, do you want to compete with each other in sound skills?"
"Yes!" Gu Shuo nodded slightly and stretched out his hand to Bei Xueling.
Bei Xueling took a step forward and handed the guqin to Gu Shuo with both hands. Gu Shuo placed the guqin across his knees and looked at the vowels on the opposite side.
Vowel stepped lightly out of the crowd and sat cross-legged opposite Gu Shuo.
Behind Gushuo were tens of thousands of monks from the North, and behind Vowel Yin were thousands of monks from the Fourth Land. On the surrounding hills, there are many golden elixir monks. Some of these golden elixir monks are Northland golden elixirs, and some are Four Earth golden elixirs. On a hill, six figures stood with their hands behind their backs. They were the only six Nascent Souls in the North.
Fan Chongshan raised his eyebrows: "Does this Gu Shuo know music skills?"
The eyes of several Nascent Souls couldn't help but fall on Liao Shengkai and Shi Nanlong. Shi Nanlong and Liao Shengkai looked at each other and both shook their heads, indicating that they didn't know. Fan Zhongshan touched his chin:
"I'm becoming more and more interested in him!"
Feng Mu sighed: "What a pity!"
The faces of several Nascent Souls couldn't help but darken. Even Fan Chongshan shook his head slightly.
yes!
So what if it’s just Huiyin Gong?
So what if she is stunningly talented?
After forty years it will be nothing but a pile of loess.
On another hill, Luo Xuehan looked at Bei Wushuang and said, "Little brother Gu, do you still know the music skill?"
"I don't know!" Bei Wushuang shook his head and said, "Who knows what opportunities he encountered on the ancient road?"
"That's right!" Luo Xuehan nodded and said, "You can get Zhou Tianbaolu, so it won't be surprising if you encounter the inheritance of sound skills."
The gazes of tens of thousands of monks in the North were focused on Gu Shuo's back. Zhuo Tianyue, Xiang Gujun and others standing in front also exchanged glances with each other, suspicion flashing in their eyes. Xiang Gujun lowered his voice and said:
"Senior Brother Gu won't be pretentious, right?"
Zhuo Tianyue rolled his eyes and was too lazy to talk to Xiang Gujun. Xiang Gujun was still worried: "Have any of you heard of Senior Brother Gu playing the piano?"
Zhuo Tianyue, Yun Shen and Haonan Tian all shook their heads.
Opposite them, the eyes of thousands of monks from the Four Lands all flashed with contempt and disdain.
Are there any monks in the North who know music skills?
Even if you understand, can you understand the vowel sound of Tianluo?
You dare to compete with vowels, who gave you the courage?
This Northland... is really floating!
"Senior Brother Gu!" A voice with clear vowels sounded: "My little sister knows how to play Wangqingsan, please give me some advice from Senior Brother Gu."
There was a buzzing sound. Wangqingsan is one of the three major sound arts of Tianyin Sect, and it is very powerful. It will make the monk who is attacked forget about listening to it, like a dead tree and a stubborn stone, and eventually turn into a walking corpse.
Sha Zhetian said in a low voice: "Yuyuan Yin is going to kill him!"
Wei Wuming chuckled and said: "Gu Shuo's attitude and those words can be understood. They completely angered Yuan Yinyin. That kind of frivolous attitude and words would be regarded as a humiliation by any monk of the Tianyin Sect."
Yun Feihong said coldly: "You are really looking for death!"
Gu Shuo stretched out his hand to touch the strings and looked up at the vowel sounds on the opposite side: "I heard that Senior Sister Yuan came to the North just to understand the murderous intention in the sounds?"
"yes!"
Gu Shuo's eyes flashed with a trace of sadness, and then he said: "Then I will play a song of House of Flying Daggers for Senior Sister Yuan."
House of Flying Daggers?
Vowel Sound's heart beat violently. There was no need to listen. Just hearing the name, I felt endless killing intent rushing toward my face. Her expression became serious. She had never heard of House of Flying Daggers, but the name made her solemn and excited.
Why did she come to the Northland?
Isn't it just to understand the murderous intention in the sound?
As soon as I heard the name of this track, I was filled with murderous intent. When this name came out of Gu Shuo's mouth, she no longer thought that Gu Shuo didn't understand music skills. She lost her contempt for the Northland monk and paid full attention to it. His hands fell to the strings.
The surrounding area fell silent, affected by tens of thousands of monks, the surrounding area was silent, not even the sound of insects.
"Ding……"
The music of Wangqingsan sounded and locked onto Gu Shuo. Others could only hear the music but not the meaning of Wangqing. Only Gu Shuo was struck by the meaning of Wangqing.
Gu Shuo sat in a wheelchair and closed his eyes. He was recalling the fingering techniques of the guqin. After all, he hadn't played it for a long time.
"Ding ding dong dong..."
For a quarter of an hour, Gu Shuo recalled the fingering techniques and then began to recall the movement of House of Flying Daggers. At this time, the Wang Qing San had begun to affect Gu Shuo.
Gu Shuo slowly realized that what was contained in this Wangqing Powder was not the meaning of forgetfulness, but the meaning of dead wood, which made people lose their vitality. He is too familiar with this. He is old because of the loss of life.
In his sea of consciousness, the remaining liquid spiritual consciousness emitted into a trace of mist, resisting the sound of the piano. Gu Shuo speeded up his memory of the music of House of Flying Daggers, and his heart ached with every trace of his spiritual consciousness.
While playing the vowels, she stared at Gu Shuo. When she saw Gu Shuo closing his eyes, he felt angry.
Do you look down upon yourself so much?
"Ding ding dong dong..."
There was a sneer on the corner of Vowel Yin's mouth. The layers of forgetfulness are getting stronger and stronger. If you listen to me like this, then I will let the last few decades of your life dissipate!
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