Although Zhou Yu knew very well what he said next and Sun Ce might not understand a word, out of concern for his brother's IQ, Zhou Yu still explained the principles and effects of the secret technique he was currently using to Sun Ce in detail.

"Isn't that totally useless?" Sun Ce looked at Zhou Yu scratching his head after hearing this, and asked in confusion, "Can you be able to do this level when playing the piano before? Now it's just a war drum, there's no difference."

Speaking of which, Sun Ce felt that Zhou Yu was full again.

"..." Zhou Yu was hit by a heart-wrenching blow, but he still kept a smile on his face and explained, "Bo Fu, this is actually very different. When I played the piano, I relied entirely on my own abilities. When I beat the drum, I did not rely on my spiritual talent to achieve this effect, but more on the spiritual transmission of the vocal music itself."

"Is there any difference?" Sun Ce didn't understand this thing at all, and Sun Ce's level is basically the scumbag level, but it is precisely because he doesn't understand it, so it's simple and clear.

"There are big differences." Zhou Yu said very solemnly.

"Let me tell me." Sun Ce really couldn't hear any difference, so he looked at Zhou Yu and asked curiously.

"First of all, the Qinyi, it's not the music or the sound, but my spiritual talent pulls the feelings of the soldiers." Zhou Yu explained his abilities to Sun Ce very formally, and Sun Ce didn't know how to understand and nodded repeatedly. Anyway, this kind of thing will be forgotten afterwards.

Seeing Sun Ce nodding repeatedly, Zhou Yu was too lazy to say anything, so he directly gave himself a spiritual talent and continued to explain, "I can't teach other people the piano music based on my own spiritual talent. This requires a very high level of piano skills."

"Oh oh oh." Sun Ce exclaimed as if he understood.

This time, Zhou Yu did not feel dissatisfied with Sun Ce's performance and continued, "The war drum is actually more of a manifestation of the spirit and will in the vocal music, not a forced effect of using spiritual talents. In other words, this thing can be taught to others and used by others. This is a very big difference."

Zhou Yu was like a primary school student taking a score of 100 points, and said to Sun Ce with a show of flaunt, "Bofu, what do you think of me with a hundred."

"I'll ask..." Sun Ce also suddenly raised his hand and interrupted Zhou Yu, "Gongjin, can I ask a question?"

"What's the problem?" Zhou Yu, who was in a state of decreasing intelligence and was somewhat conceited because of his ability, looked at Sun Strategy and said proudly.

"A normal person, that is, I am the one who is like me, how long it will take for me to learn this method." Sun Ce pointed to the war drum and said, "Suddenly I think this trick is good."

"Ha, Bo Fu, you think too much, you can't learn this kind of thing." Zhou Yu looked at Sun Ce with a pity, "This is also a vocal technique, and it also requires integrating emotions, his own spirit, and his will into the drum sound, so that others can feel this spirit and will, and then form an effect. Bo Fu's words will never be possible in this life."

This time it was Sun Ce's turn to look at Zhou Yu as if he was looking at his mentally retarded.

"Gongjin, say it again." Sun Ce looked at Zhou Yu and said, Zhou Yu said it for granted. Sun Ce patted Zhou Yu, "Gongjin, ah, I didn't realize that you have this kind of time. I'll find someone to prescribe some medicine for you. Oh, it's not easy for brothers and sisters to come back to you recently."

Zhou Yu, who was mentally retarded, looked at Sun Ce in confusion, and Sun Ce patted Zhou Yu on the shoulder and left, leaving Zhou Yu alone in the wind. After a while, Zhou Yu finally remembered to turn off his spiritual talent, and then a sense of extreme shame appeared.

[I am also confused by the incorporation of my spirit, feelings, and will into the drum sound. Not many people can do this, right? Alas, continue to study...] Zhou Yu held his forehead and looked at the group of soldiers below with a depressed look on his face. What's wrong with this? Sun Ce actually mocked his intelligence.

It’s obvious that the other party is the orangutan whose muscles enter the brain. Why is this guy outside the cage ridiculed by the orangutan? I don’t agree!

While he was damaging himself, he betrayed Sun Ce and then. Zhou Yu finally calmed down and threw the drumstick aside. Sure enough, this thing still needs to be changed. In short, it needs to be changed. It doesn't make any sense if ordinary people can use it by teaching it casually.

"It's not as clear as Bo Fu." Zhou Yu looked at the Jiangdong soldiers who were venting their combat effectiveness on the school ground with unhappiness. He couldn't help but frown. Even if it aroused their fighting spirit and will, it still looked very ordinary.

[Can we only rely on Danyang elites to make it happen?] Zhou Yu looked at the infantry in a tangled manner and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Even he felt that these infantry were too naughty. There was only one Danyang elite in Jiangnan who could fight. It felt like there was only one top-notch. Other infantry fell directly to the level of being close to the miscellaneous soldiers in close combat.

Sun Ce left the schoolyard, ran back after a while, holding a wooden box in his hand.

Zhou Yu, who was thinking about the future development of the Jiangdong infantry, saw his righteous brother coming back and asking casually, "Bo Fu, why are you back? You just left and returned, have you forgotten to explain anything?"

Sun Ce just smiled and did not answer. He threw the wooden box towards Zhou Yu vigorously and shouted "Catch it". Zhou Yu, who was in a hurry, quickly reached out to pick it up, but the box was caught, but the dust from the box flew away Zhou Yu's face.

With Sun Ce's strength, Zhou Yu ate a lot of dust.

"Bao, bah, bah!" Zhou Yu threw the box on the school ground and spitted a few spits, and his originally handsome face was shaken with a gray face.

"Bo Fu, what are you doing?" Zhou Yu threw the heavy box aside, patted his body, and then looked at Sun Ce with an unhappy look. He always felt that Sun Ce's meaning was to cause trouble at other times, except on the battlefield.

"I'm giving you a gift." Sun Ce looked at Zhou Yu, who was black and black, and said with a smile.

Listening to Sun Ce's complaint, Zhou Yu smiled without saying a word. The walls of the ancestral home contained this kind of thing, which proved the orthodox of the family. Moreover, although this box of things is a hand-written version, it can be so detailed. Perhaps from a bloody perspective, it is not an exaggeration to say that the Sun family is orthodox.
Chapter completed!