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Music score?

This answer exceeded Ning Yan's expectations.

She guessed at a variety of answers, none of which were related to music scores. Furthermore, the war is now tense, and the Lord is not a person who likes music theory. Why did he suddenly go to work on some music scores? Ning Yan asked in confusion: "What does the Lord want the score to be?"

Shen Tang replied very cheerfully: "Play it."

Ning Yan was almost stunned: "Now?"

Shen Tang asked back, "What else?"

Ning Yan: "..."

According to the common perception of the public, Ning Yan's first reaction was that music theory and war cannot be bundled together. The two are incompatible. If you really want to make some connections between them, war drums, gongs and other objects can connect the two.

Thinking about it carefully, I have heard that Chu Yao once studied sound attack.

Shen Tang said: "Some people like to take quotes out of context and make a fuss about the phrase 'a man of witch doctors, musicians, musicians and hundreds of craftsmen is despised by a gentleman' in the fragmentary chapter of Yan Ling, and use this to conclude that everything except civil and military skills is just skill. What's the result? Apart from civil and military skills, There are also medical doctors, each with their own spirit of speech, and they shine one after another. In this case, why can't there be musicians? The sound of music may also be a killer move."

Under normal circumstances, sound is indeed the fastest and most efficient method of transmission in wartime. For example, the sound of drums can not only boost the morale of the three armies, but can also order the army to attack and retreat according to different rhythms and drum beats, and grasp the rhythm of the battle.

In his early years, Chu Yao had some fantastic ideas, thinking that the "music sound" should not be limited to this, and that it might be able to achieve the same amplification effect as other literary works, but the effect was very little and it always remained at the theoretical level. However, he also followed this idea and opened up other tracks. If there is no war, he must get off the field and charge when there is a war.

To paraphrase Wei Shou, if the general who killed him was a mad dog without a leash, Chu Wuhui was the most polite and refined mad dog who would bite the leash himself. Just by looking at the surface, it would be impossible to tell whether he was a human or a dog. Is it normal or is it crazy.

On the outside, he looks calm and composed, but on the inside he has long been jealous.

Shen Tang recognized Chu Yao's idea.

Among hundreds of temples, one must be dedicated to musicians!

Ning Yan was almost convinced by Shen Tang.

but--

She had never heard that the Lord was good at music theory.

Out of caution, he asked: "How sure are you, Lord?"

Shen Tang held the piccolo he had received from Gu Chi and said confidently: "I'm not sure, but it has been successful before."

She wasn't lying.

It's just that the successful person is not her but evil thoughts.

This matter can be traced back to the decisive battle of Yonggu Pass many years ago. Shen Tang led the elite to cause trouble behind Shiwu, but Shiwu's main force attacked Yonggu Pass and failed. Yonggu Pass was defended, and Shen Tang returned safely and triumphantly. At the celebration banquet of that battle, Shen Tang accepted Xun Zhen, the gold-eating beast, half-heartedly. He drank a lot of wine with great joy and sadness, and his evil thoughts came out, and he ran to pay homage to the banquet.

These details were all told to him by Gu Chi afterwards.

Gu Chi also told her that the song "Soul Crossing" played by Evil Nian was quite good. Just when Shen Tang secretly rejoiced that "she" was not only good at literature and martial arts, but also good at calligraphy and painting, Gu Chi poured cold water on her again: "She only knows one song, 'Duhun'." 】

Shen Tang naturally didn't believe Gu Chi's words.

How can someone have excellent music theory but only know one song?

Gu Chi said: [She admitted it herself, and her original words were ‘I only know this one song’ and ‘Without anything else, practice makes perfect’. 】

No matter how bad music theory is, if you only practice one piece of music over and over again, you can still play well as long as you spend time and energy.

Shen Tang: [……]

She didn't believe in evil and practiced secretly afterwards.

Alas, needless to say, the effect of playing in private was not there, but the fish that Shen Tang was looking forward to did not come, but the fish fell and the goose fell, and the moon fell and the flowers were shy. This is the first time in my life that I know that the last two idioms can be so realistic! Shen Tang was so angry that he broke the flute.

Why are you picking it up again now?

Naturally, it was because of an unintentional remark.

Gong Shuwu can use the will of a warrior to summon heroic spirits for his own use. The principle is similar to Wei Cheng's plan, and Shen Tang hopes to get strategies to defeat the enemy from Gong Shuwu. Gong Shuwu's answer was quite satisfactory, similar to Shen Tang's expectation, but Jimo Qiu provided another idea - if these souls could be appeased and transcended, and their obsessions eliminated, the effect would also be achieved.

Really solve the problem from the root.

Shen Tang asked him for advice: [The high priest has a clever idea? 】

Jimo Qiu: [The solution lies in the hands of His Highness. 】

Shen Tang pointed at himself: [Me? 】

Jimo Qiu nodded: [You know. 】

He couldn't reveal more information, because this was all he knew. Shen Tang scratched his head in confusion and kept thinking about his own skills. If he really had no clue, he looked for kindness and worked together.

Three-year-old Shan Nian is finally reliable for once.

[Someone can do the method you mentioned. 】

Shen Tang was overjoyed and shocked: [Who are you talking about? 】

Three-year-old Shan Nian smiled and said: [Evil thoughts. 】

Shen Tang: [……]

She suddenly felt like she was seeing a dog.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration occurred, and Shen Tang remembered this incident a few years ago. Unfortunately, the only living person who had heard of "Transferring Souls" was Gu Chi. Shen Tang asked him for Gongchipu, but where could Gu Chi give it to him in a short time? He had only heard it once, so it was really difficult for him to completely reproduce "Soul Crossing" based on his memory.

The score was not finalized until just before the war began.

Shen Tang did not pin all his hopes on this. He made plan B and plan C, and then chose which plan to implement based on the development of the battle situation. Unexpectedly, Weicheng and his uncle came up with something unexpected, causing Shen Tang's backup plans to go unused.

Looking at the army of skeletons that were as inexhaustible as cockroaches, Shen Tang had his force value weakened again and could only choose to launch this seemingly absurd plan. Jimo Qiu was responsible for capturing the thieves first and capturing the king first, and together with Gong Xiqiu, they approached the enemy leader. Shen Tang also gave him a few boosting words before setting off: [Go. 】

Jimo Qiu's eyes flashed with a hint of excitement.

[It is a blessing to be able to encourage His Highness.] 】

Different from Jimo Qiu's excitement, Gongxi Qiu rolled his eyes at the Tianling Cap and muttered: "I'm just paying for it." 】

Alas, the eldest brother is really disappointing.

What is Mama's personality?

Alas, wild dogs would tuck their tails tightly when passing by, for fear that their fur would be shaved off by her. The eldest brother also acted like "it's a great honor to be picked off". Will he not be squeezed out in the future?

Brother Jimo Qiu went to see the Master of the Eternal Life Sect to confront him, and Shen Tang went to Gu Chi to ask for the music score and took out a piccolo.

Open the music score and look down at it.

On the outside, he looked calm and calm, but in fact, he was quite panicked on the inside.

I can understand the music score, know the rhythm, and can even simulate the effects in my mind. However - I know it once I ask, but it's useless once I get started.

Shen Tang's hand holding Piccolo was shaking nervously.

It's okay to brag wrongly, but it's terrible to be embarrassed in front of the three armed forces.

The nervous person is not only Shen Tang, but also the insider Gu Chi. If it is dominated by evil thoughts, he will naturally not worry about it, but the leader is the Lord. Music theory belongs to the level where seven or six orifices are understood, but none is understood. I can't imagine how embarrassing it would be to have the magic sound in my ears.

Shen Tang: "..."

She took a deep breath, finally couldn't bear it anymore, and roared: "You don't want me to take out a needle and sew your mouth shut and then shut up."

Complaints are complaints, and Gu Chi did not reveal any important information.

However, no one originally knew that she wanted to play music, and no matter how unpleasant it was, it would only cause harm to people on a small scale. Gu Chi did not listen to his thoughts and complained in his heart that she had no knowledge of music theory. As a master, didn't she want to lose face? Shen Tang was almost murderous at this moment...

She took several deep breaths in succession.

Inexplicably, I felt like I was performing on stage at a school party.

He even held the flute upside down at one point.

This emotion did not last long, because when Shen Tang blew the first syllable, he instantly entered a magical ethereal state. Her hands seemed to have their own consciousness, spontaneously playing the song "Transferring the Soul". Shen Tang was slightly startled, resisted the thought of interrupting, and allowed himself to immerse himself in this state.

In an instant, the loud sound of the flute broke through the sky.

It's like the cold light cutting off the bloody murder roaring on the battlefield.

It is obviously a piece of sad music to comfort the souls of the dead, but there is no trace of heaviness, sorrow or sadness in this song, and there is not even a trace of sadness lingering in my heart, but only a kind of excitement, open-mindedness and unrestrainedness. The moment the sound of the flute penetrates my ears, even my heavy body feels lighter.

Even Shen Tang himself was immersed in the sound of the flute.

He closed his eyes as if intoxicated.

The first time, the range of the flute sound only covered part of the central army.

The second time, the sound of the flute extended to the three armies of our own side.

I don't know if it was due to the influence of the music, but the movements of the originally aggressive skeleton warriors were visibly slower by a third, and their strength was not as fierce as before. The turbid flames beating in the eye sockets gradually became clearer. Ning Yan was the first to notice these changes and was horrified.

She confirmed again and again that it was not an illusion.

Not only the skeleton warriors who were fighting scatteredly, but also the skeleton warriors who were trapped in the illusion of the spirit by her, like headless flies, were much quieter. What's more, they were looking around blankly, as if they were looking at where they were. ,do what.

Ning Yan clenched her fists nervously.

The third time, the flute sound is filled with a lot of literary energy and flies away in the wind.

While spreading the scope, the impact is also doubled.

The skeleton soldier's hand loosened and his weapon clattered to the ground.

This scene seemed to be contagious and spread from one to ten, and more and more skeleton warriors stopped or dropped their weapons. This left the Kang soldiers who had been fighting to death not long ago at a loss.

No, what happened?

[Woooooooooooo...]

At this time, Ning Yan heard a series of whining sounds at the tip of her ears. At first glance, it sounded like the sound of wind, but upon closer inspection, it sounded more like someone crying. The voice was mournful and plaintive, as if there were endless grievances and sorrows, which made the tip of one's nose feel slightly sore. After tracing the source of the sound, it turned out to be a skeleton!

The skeleton warrior who lost his weapon covered his face with his hands.

Even the beating flames in the eye sockets turned into a wriggling mass of luminous liquid, rolling down one by one.

Qian Yong was so shocked that he could swallow two eggs in one mouthful.

Look at a group of skeletons, and then look at Shen Tang.

He slapped his thigh: "It's really evil!"

It was the right choice for me to understand the current situation back then!

After a while, the flute sound entered the fourth time. This time the scope was larger than the third time, covering the big pit and touching the battlefield of Gaoguo. Perhaps because of their simpler thoughts and lighter obsessions, the third wave of skeletons was the last to be affected, but the reaction was the greatest. When they break away from their instinctive drive, they look around to see clearly the area they are in, hold their heads in their hands and shout, feeling excited.

Gao Guo also realized something was wrong.

They were tortured so much by these skeleton warriors that almost every time they took a breath, a familiar figure would fall down, his body covered with pale bones. The blood splashed on the bones of the skeleton soldiers will be absorbed instantly, making the latter's movements more flexible.

The battle line was forced to retreat again and again.

The enemy's scale is getting bigger and bigger. In less than two hours, our own side has suffered close to 20% casualties, and the morale of the entire army is already on the verge of collapse. Gao Guo responded and organized a counterattack, but the effect was not as good as expected. It’s not that Gao Guo’s combat effectiveness is really that bad. In fact, Gao Guo’s military soldiers are basically from good families, and their combat capabilities are guaranteed. To please the master of the Eternal Life Sect, but also to suppress dissidents, it chilled people's hearts.

People's hearts are broken and it's hard to lead the team.

One can imagine how vulnerable the army's cohesion and morale will be. Once the situation is unfavorable, it can never be reversed.

Wu Xian was furious but could do nothing.

He himself is also a clay Bodhisattva who cannot save himself when crossing the river.

Brother Jimo Qiu intervened to save his life, but that didn't mean Wu Xian was completely safe, as he was still surrounded by enemies from all sides.

"what happened?"

Wu Xian was covered in blood. He was almost cut in half by the sneak attack skeleton just now. If he hadn't avoided the vital part, the body would have been cold by now. As the strength is exhausted, it becomes more and more powerless.

Gong Xiqiu, a literary scholar, was completely helpless.

I can't even ask for a single word.

Gong Xiqiu listened carefully and said, "It's the sound of the flute."

Wu Xian felt that his focus was wrong.

"Didn't you notice that these skeletons are not what they used to be?"

Gong Xiqiu said: "No."

He really didn't notice any difference.

Wu Xian almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

"...Oh, I asked the wrong person."

He shouldn't ask Gong Xiqiu. This little braid looks relaxed and doesn't look like he's here to fight. He carried a strange wooden stick from beginning to end, knocking on bones and scattering random objects. Those skeletons were so frightened when they saw him that they couldn't even hide, so how could they dare to get close to him?

Gong Xiqiu naturally had no pressure.

When Wu Xian couldn't bear it anymore, he went to Gong Xiqiu's side. Although it was embarrassing, at least he was safe. It was better to lose face than to lose his life.

After Wu Xian reminded him, Gong Xiqiu realized it later.

Wow——

The skeleton chasing Wu Xian suddenly fell apart without warning.

Wu Xian's eyelids twitched and he distanced himself.

Some of these skeletal warriors still retained their cunningness in life, and took advantage of their ability to recover after being scattered. They were deliberately struck and dispersed by Wu Xian, and they suddenly attacked Wu Xian when he was entangled by other soldiers or when he relaxed his vigilance. Wu Xian didn't expect that they would play tricks on them, and he was fooled. If it weren't for Gong Xiqiu's intervention, Wu Xian's life wouldn't be enough for him.

He waited nervously for a few breaths.

The time exceeded the maximum time for the skeleton to recover.

The pile of bones remained unresponsive.

Wow——

There was another noise.

A few, a dozen, dozens, hundreds...

In the end, the skeletons fell apart one after another.

The battlefield is full of bones as far as the eye can see.

Only the sound of the flute continued, resounding throughout the sky.

_(:3　∠)_

Alas, I feel that the employment situation this year is even more sad than last year. Several elders around me are looking for jobs again. They are older and it is difficult to find... Shiigugu doesn't know how many more years he can stay full-time.