Treading Blood to Sky’s End Chapter 955: Let’s also plug in one pin
"Otherwise." Zhang Tianliu thought for a while and decided to find another way: "Since this is a group's best of nine games, the arrangement of people can be changed. The program does not require it to be listed in advance, so obviously it can be When changing in the middle, we will prepare a song. 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 play, I will 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 going to challenge other people's mountains and rivers with this kind of superficial industrial note? In the face of Jiuxiao Immortal's lifespan of thousands of years, we are the difference between craftsmen and artists."
From the situation of Zhaoyi and Yingbao, it seems that 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 they can also turn violent energy into music and play it like sounds. The same spreads out until it disappears into silence.
Perhaps there are so many vocal experts in Jiuxiao that it would be embarrassing for them to show off their 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 pictured 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 Boss Mo play?" 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.
Unable to defeat Zhang Tianliu, Boss Mo had to say: "Guitar."
"It's an artifact." Zhang Tianliu smiled and immediately expanded 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, but the saxophone alone makes me feel full of irritation when I think about it.”
"Have you ever been exposed to this thing?" 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, I can make it in the palm of my hand. Thunder can be used.”
"No need." Boss Mo refused immediately.
"That's a pity. Taotao and Brother Dong spent a year researching to create this."
Xiao Bai 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 it.
In less than half an hour, each of them had their own musical instruments, 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 protect the three rooms. personal surroundings.
"What are we playing?" Xiaobai asked excitedly as he turned 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 are two words "simple" for those who have opened the Nine Awakenings. Opening up the ear is like opening up 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 more than a dozen times. However, Zhang Tianliu, who has a fit physique, only needs three times to master it.
Zhang Tianliu activated the soundproofing language 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 and withdraw instruments, and when to solo.
"Senior, do you know it?" Xiaobai didn't believe it.
Zhang Tianliu didn’t even explain, and just started talking.
Suddenly, classic tunes that even Xiaobai had listened to at least a hundred times but had never specifically asked about the name were surrounding 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 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 to switch 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 he doesn’t want to be coquettish. Shake, but also show off your style.
Xiao Bai 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 smoke often 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."
There is nothing you can do if you have not heard it. Only those who have heard it can recover it. No matter how strong the realm of the soul is, it cannot be created out of nothing.
"Oh, let me think about it." Xiaobai also began to search his memory. After a long time, he unconsciously began to play the drum. From a gentle attempt to a skilled fast beat, 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 drum stick and stretched out his hand.
Zhang Tianliu didn't give it to him, but made another one for him.
Xiaobai asked Zhang Tianliu for a few minutes before he started to get a feel for it. From a gentle trial to a skillful performance, a different style of music was really refreshing.
"That's how it feels. How do you like it? 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 ... Let me try, cough, no Maotai, cough, no Maotai..."
Looking at the little white-haired kid talking non-stop in different accents like Moutai, Zhang Tianliu had a headache, but it’s not good to dampen a child’s interest. It’s what elders should do to spend time with their children!
"As for the piano, you can refine it first. I can also make another instrument. Let me 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, with no contact between the two people. The people in the courtyard don't even know that these three blank sheets of paper really want to cross the river. Have a foot in the game.
As Boss Mo said, after contacting Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com for a month, they were just music craftsmen, different from musicians.
In terms of artistic conception, only those with higher levels of 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 entered the artistic conception and cannot play. The artistic conception does not have a strong sense of substitution, which is fatal for exotic music!
Some songs were regarded as garbage when they came out, but more than ten years later they were canonized as divine songs.
There are also people who are so popular right after they come out that they get tired of playing it for a day, or are so tired that they never want to listen to it again in their lifetime, and they 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 Buried 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, making them long for the fighting inside and wishing they could even raise their swords. Rush inside.
But when the voice of the people from all over the world was sung with ancient rhymes, it not only made people's scalp numb, but also secretly shed tears, wanting to replace their sons, husbands, and fathers and return to the once ordinary place. A touch of home!