There was a long period of silence in the art hall.
Huai Shi was so shocked by the power of the Hells and the Music Association that she stood rooted to the ground.
Who was Bach? He was the ancestor of all classical music theories. Even if he was not the creator, he was still the most important rule setter. Just like Newton in the field of physics, if there was a creator of music theory, he would definitely be the one.
After that, there were not many people who were more important than him.
In the end, the association had given her a copy of Bach's original work, and it looked like the product of Bach's hard work. Even with Huai Shi's legendary cello playing skills, she had improved after reading the original manuscript. It was really precious …
No wonder the association could be recognized by so many calamity musicians. For performers who loved art, the association was simply a treasure trove!
Huai Shi thought for a long time, cold sweat dripping down his forehead. "Uh, let me ask, could it be that the association …"
"No, Mr. Bach was not a sublimator. Although his ability was not inferior to any creator, his artistic achievements were not recognized by the people at that time."
The skeleton said regretfully, "It is said that he refused the association's recruitment before he died, and his consciousness did not sink into the Silver Sea. Instead, he was taken away by an unknown existence and received eternal sleep that no one could disturb."
Huai Shi was silent for a long time, and suddenly felt a little pity and relief.
Indeed, if a creator like Bach could continue to live, who knew how many more miracles he could create. However, since such a person had chosen to face death, then he was naturally worthy of eternal peace and quiet.
Now it seemed that the association had probably expected Huai Shi to do this. Otherwise, why would they send him a score that was most suitable for cello adaptation?
They were obviously hinting: Little brother, look, Hell Music has such a promising future. It includes insurance, housing, and year-end bonuses. It's a pity that a young talent like you doesn't go to hell!
Okay.
Feeling the enthusiasm of the association, Huai Shi's expression could not help but twitch.
You're going to go all out with me, right?
I'm the clerk of the Book of Destiny, a traitor of Celestial genealogy, do you think I'm afraid of you?
You're just a sugar-coated bullet that erodes my fighting spirit. If I eat the bullet, I'll spit out the sugar-coated bullet …
"Aria?"
Huai Shi looked at it for a moment, then let out a long breath. "Okay, lend me a zither. When do we start?"
"Anytime."
The skeleton bowed gratefully, and the will-o '-the-wisps flickered. In the blink of an eye, the scene in front of Huai Shi changed, and he found himself in a huge warehouse. A dust-proof box opened in front of Huai Shi, revealing the body of an ancient zither lying on the sponge.
Although it had been through a long period of time, not only was it not damaged at all under excellent maintenance, but it also faintly revealed a trace of sparkling and translucent luster after being soaked in time.
When he caressed the cold body of the zither, he felt as if he was caressing a piece of cold crystal. With a slight knock, he could hear a long echo.
The strings were removed and carefully stored aside. There were no traces of rust, and they were as elastic as before. Moreover, the material seemed to be extraordinary. Whether it was the twisting technique or the preservation process, it was perfect.
When he held the zither in his hand, he could feel the Origin Substance flowing smoothly within it. It was no different from his own body, and he could feel even the slightest change.
Huai Shi couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air when he sensed the nearly crystallized essence of the abyss.
This could already be considered a border relic, right?
"Good zither."
Huai Shi sighed with emotion. He began to look forward to the master's craftsmanship. If his zither could also be upgraded to a border relic, it wouldn't be a loss to pay a few more Origin Substance crystals.
In addition, some master-grade instruments were worth more than three or four million Origin Crystals.
After a simple adjustment, Huai Shi tried to play a practice song. He felt that even though he hadn't practiced for a long time, his skills were miraculously not shaky at all.
Thanks to the connection between the Sword Technique and the cello, if he didn't have time to practice the zither every day, he could spend an hour chopping people. The effects were actually about the same.
That would be too joyous!
His guilty conscience was swept away. Huai Shi lifted the zither and looked up at the skeleton in front of him. "Then let's begin."
The skeleton nodded excitedly. It had already changed into a more solemn dress and bowed to Huai Shi to express its sincere gratitude. In an instant, the light and shadow in front of him changed.
In the darkness, a beam of light shone down and fell on Huai Shi's shoulder, illuminating his hands and the bow in his hand.
He was already on a huge stage, and in the empty audience seats below the stage, the old skeleton had already taken his seat and was sitting upright, waiting quietly.
It was the first time he was playing in such a formal place, but the place was actually in hell?
Huai Shi chuckled softly, feeling as if she had misunderstood something.
But there was a stage, an audience, and he had a zither. All of this was right, right?
So, let's begin.
It was his first performance after becoming a calamity musician.
Under the light, Huai Shi took a deep breath, lowered his eyes, and stared at the score on the shelf in front of him.
The bow fell from his hand as if it was weaving notes. Following his careful movements, the first strand of soft music rose from the strings like a cloud and spread in all directions, carrying a low melancholy and joy as it danced in the air.
In the audience, the old skeleton couldn't help but straighten his body and lean forward.
The will-o '-the-wisps in his eye sockets trembled with excitement. He wanted to move forward, wanted to stretch out his hands, and couldn't wait to bathe in the rain of compassion.
The cello solo transformed from Bach's String Suite, the "Song of the G String" that Huai Shi improvised based on the model in front of him, began just like that!
The cello in Huai Shi's hands was humming in a low voice.
A mellow and gentle melody slowly emerged and spread through the air. It was not violent or intense. Instead, it was as tranquil as spring water. It gently covered everything, smoothing out the restlessness and uneasiness, causing all souls to return to peace.
Just listening quietly made the dead who should have died long ago shed tears.
It made all souls in pain feel at peace.
Huai Shi once again fell into a meditative trance, staring at the yellowed movement in front of him in a daze, feeling a great will surging in the records between the lines. Everything that the creator wanted to say, the emotions he wanted to express, and the melody he wanted to create, had emerged directly from the soul at this moment.
Even though the instrument and medium were already different.
It was as if there was a teacher standing beside him, teaching every knot and every note personally. The gentleness and compassion poured into the melody was all in Huai Shi's hands.
The source substance of the mountain ghost poured into the body of the zither like a torrent. In the low vibration, it quietly blended into the invisible melody, filling the outline created by the past, extending along the trunk of change, once again creating a fleeting miracle.
That was indeed a miracle.
It was a miracle that existed only in this short performance, a magnificent flash that was fleeting like magic. It placed an indiscriminate mercy on this melody, soothing every painful consciousness, calming all despair, and allowing all obsession to welcome the promised release in the long years.
It turned into a gentle encouragement at the beginning of a long journey of suffering, as if waiting for the end of the road.
In the gentle sound of the zither, all loneliness seemed to have a meaning.
Even if the years were wasted.
It was as if he had returned to the concert hall of the past, staring at his past companions under the brilliant lights, recalling the impassioned symphony and chorus.
But all of this had already come to an end, as if no matter how grand the melody was, it would all come to an end.
At some unknown time, the old skeleton was already lying down on a chair. At the corner of his eye, a drop of pure Origin Substance condensed into a tear slowly slid down.
"How beautiful were we in the past … …"
He softly muttered, intoxicated by the brief reappearance of yesterday.
Yesterday reappeared.
As the gentle melody on the stage spread, the entire concert hall seemed to come alive. The silent lights lit up one by one, and faint illusions appeared in the empty seats.
Those illusions of the past walked through the hallway, silently chatting and laughing with each other, their eyes filled with hope and longing.
All of the gloominess was given color by the melody.
It was as if under the illumination of the tiny candlelight, everything that had been silent in the darkness was once again awakened, revealing the brilliance and splendor of the past.
Under the cover of the melody, even the rumbling sounds in the distance were insignificant.
Even if the sounds were wild and earth-shattering.
Even if destruction was close at hand.
But the tiny music still spread out, stubbornly flying into the sky, sprinkling down like rain, passing through the scenes of destruction and the rumbling sounds of battle, indiscriminately sprinkling on the earth.
In this gentle melody, the struggle between the two major systems had already climbed to the climax.
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Fifteen minutes ago, on the high wall, Ye Xue Ya slowly turned his head, staring at the subordinates dripping with blood behind him, the corners of his eyes slowly raised.
"So that's how it is?"
As if regretfully, she softly sighed. "Who is the traitor? Gu Yue or Gao Hao? "
"It's Gu Yue."
Luo Shen lifted his broken arm, making it easier for Shen Yue to bandage him. He quickly reported, "He killed Bai Hao, took a dark gold item and two border relics and left. I couldn't catch up."
"It's not your fault. After all, no one will guard against their own teammates all day long." Ye Xue Ya shook his head. "You don't need to worry. I'm afraid it won't be long before he comes to our door."
Luo Shen raised his head, puzzled.
"This kind of information, it has a time limit."
Ye Xue Ya tilted his head, lighting a cigarette. "Especially now that our main forces are all out, the camp's guards are weak. This kind of information won't be valuable in another half an hour.
If the other side has any movements, it should be in these ten minutes … "
Before his voice fell, a world-shaking explosion came from the distance.
A huge pillar of fire soared into the sky, wildly releasing a tyrannical light in all directions. In an instant, it completely uprooted a stronghold hidden outside the stronghold.
Immediately after, there was a second, a third, and even a fourth …
In the end, under the cover of the four pillars of fire, the entire Ginza District was already sealed within.
"It's here."
Ye Xue Ya lifted his eyes, revealing a happy smile.
It was as if his entire person had become excited, impatient.
After enduring for so long … he could finally have a good fight with someone!
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