"Get up, get up!"
"Are you singing or playing the zither?"
Old Turtle watched as Chen Zhao played "Two Tigers" and yelled. He was speechless.
A sword flew up slowly, but it soon fell to the ground.
"Why is there no strength at all? Even if I control the sword to fly, I can't fight, right? "
"First, since you're using music to control the weapon, you have to choose a strong and domineering style. Second, your willpower isn't compatible with the music. When your willpower is completely compatible with the music, it's like you're using the stone sword with both hands," Old Turtle said. "Simply put, you lack practice."
Practice more. This was what Old Turtle said the most.
Chen Zhao also knew his weakness. After all, he was a beginner at the zither.
He only knew the song "Two Tigers". Not to mention that this song was not suitable for controlling weapons.
Even if it was, Chen Zhao wouldn't use it to control weapons.
Chen Zhao took out the music score. Apart from the basic fingering, there were only three songs left in the score.
Fierce East Wind, Rising Waves, and Jackdaw Playing with Water.
Chen Zhao had only heard of Jackdaw Frolicking in the Water.
In fact, most people would be familiar with Jackdaw Playing with Water.
Because many classical movies and TV series used this song as background music.
"Jackdaw Playing with Water is interesting," Old Turtle said.
"How is it interesting?"
"There's a cold sword technique hidden here," Old Turtle said. Old Turtle said, "It's different from Strong East Wind and Billowing Waves. Both of them open and close aggressively, but Jackdaw Playing with Water is more repetitive."
"I don't understand."
"Do you know the story behind Jackdaw Playing with Water?"
"No."
"The cold here refers to loneliness, the crow refers to inferiority, and playing with water refers to self-entertainment. It started in the early Qing Dynasty. The scholars who submitted to the Qing Dynasty were afraid of being punished by the Manchus, so they lived aimlessly. They didn't dare to talk when they saw each other or stop when they walked, afraid that they'd be killed."
"How come you know so much in the River Map?"
"This is the benefit of living for a long time."
"This song is different from the version I know. There is a cold killing intent hidden in it. Most likely, the cultivators who fought against the Qing Dynasty and restored the Ming Dynasty at that time integrated their thoughts and divine thoughts into it, resulting in this version."
Chen Zhao started practicing day and night. After more than ten days, he could barely play Fierce East Wind.
In these ten days, Chen Zhao only practiced the zither. He didn't try to control the stone sword.
According to Old Turtle, if you wanted to control a weapon, you had to play the zither well first.
It was like a toddler learning how to walk and wanting to run a track before he could even stand steadily.
In fact, as long as one mastered the basic fingering and playing techniques, the rest was a matter of proficiency.
For example, in movies and TV dramas, it was very difficult to play a song perfectly just by looking at the score.
At least, Chen Zhao couldn't do it. He could still understand the basic melody and play it roughly.
After about a hundred days, Chen Zhao learned three songs.
"Now try to integrate your spiritual energy and your willpower."
Looking at the twelve stone swords before him, Chen Zhao started playing Fierce East Wind.
Just like its name, Fierce East Wind's melody was fast and fierce, like a raging wind.
The twelve stone swords flew into the air, but when they collided with each other, metal sparks flew.
"Attack me."
Chen Zhao's fingers moved even faster. The melody suddenly became as fierce as a storm.
Chen Zhao gradually found the feeling. He kept sending out spiritual energy and releasing it with the melody.
The twelve stone swords flew toward Old Turtle.
Hack, slash, stab, pick, slash, hook …
It was like twelve Chen Zhaos were controlling the stone swords.
Old Turtle was Chen Zhao's training partner.
Each sword had endless power, as if Chen Zhao was attacking with all his strength.
"Let's change to 'Rising Waves'."
The zither's melody changed. Rising Waves was even fiercer than Fierce East Wind. It was more suitable for Chen Zhao's aura.
The controlled stone swords were also more powerful. Each slash was powerful.
Every attack seemed like it was going to destroy the enemy.
"Great, change to Jackdaw Playing with Water."
If "Fierce East Wind" was said to be used to fight fiercely, then "Billows Rise" was filled with the desire to destroy, as if everything would be smashed to pieces.
But Jackdaw Playing with Water was a true killing technique.
Under the control of the melody, Jackdaw Playing with Water was more like twelve warriors going to die.
Their swords only existed to kill.
Three songs, three completely different styles.
"Old Turtle, what do you think? I can do what you can do too." Chen Zhao was very satisfied with the results of his hundred days of cultivation and training.
"Are you sure?" Old Turtle glanced at Chen Zhao.
"I'm talking about the zither. For example, controlling the stone swords."
"If I use my full power, the zither probably can't handle my spiritual energy."
"Can't you let me be proud for once?"
"Why should I let you be proud?"
Chen Zhao pouted. "You're so boring."
"I'm not a human."
Chen Zhao continued practicing.
If he practiced these three songs to the point of perfection, it would at least be enough to kill people.
Then he started practicing some other tunes, such as some familiar pop music.
However, pop music didn't have that kind of murderous aura, so Chen Zhao really couldn't feel it.
This practice lasted for eight months.
When he came out of the River Map, five or six hours had passed outside.
The next day, Fali woke up from her sleep.
She heard the melodious and beautiful zither music from outside.
The melody was so beautiful that she was moved to tears.
Fali walked to the balcony and saw that Chen Zhao was sitting by the shore, playing the zither.
Disbelief was written all over Fali's face.
When she went to sleep last night, Chen Zhao couldn't even grasp the pitch.
But in just one night, Chen Zhao could play such a beautiful melody.
Fali walked downstairs and came to Chen Zhao's side.
When Chen Zhao finished, she asked, "Chen, you learned how to play the zither in one night? And you're so good at it? "
"Do you admire me a lot?"
Fali rolled her eyes at Chen Zhao, but she was filled with pride.
"Chen, what's the song just now?"
"The Fisherman Sings at Night," Chen Zhao said.
"It's so nice." Fali wasn't complimenting him. She really felt that the song was beautiful.
A certain part of the song was also used as the background music for CCTV's weather forecast. It had been used for more than thirty years and hadn't changed.
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