"What? Was eliminated?" Feng Zirong looked at the prompt on the screen, his face full of disbelief!

Only then did he remember to take a look at his opponent's screen.

This time, his eyes widened a little again, and he looked like he was seeing a ghost!

His opponent, the guy named "Middle-aged", was actually an S-level evaluation given by the system!

This~~This is nightoffire, known as one of the top ten most difficult songs among the rhythm masters! Even the goddess Qianqian, who ranked first, has never had such a terrifying result!

That guy, could he cheat with plug-ins! Feng Zirong thought maliciously.

However, it's just a thought. The anti-plug-in-the-game produced by Penguin is very powerful. If someone can secretly hang a plug-in on the level-breaking mode, cheating the system to browse experience, then in the promotion mode, using plug-in is impossible. All the tracks are randomly generated on the official server and have the strictest anti-plug-in-the-game program. It is impossible to cheat in this situation!

If it is not cheating, then how much BT should this level of "medium-aged"?

Feng Zirong shook his head, he couldn't imagine it.

After failing to advance, he has automatically popped out of the game mode.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a little regretful. During the competition, he did not record the QQ number of the guy called "Middle-aged". Such a master, I don't know what kind of person he is in life. Feng Zirong has never admired anyone since he was a child, but in this short ten minutes, he became interested in this guy he had never met.

"How did that guy practice? What kind of person is he like in reality? Is he also a drummer like me? If he was a drummer, I wonder what he would look like when he plays the drums." Feng Zirong thought a little distracted.

After coming back to his senses, he subconsciously turned on the QQ search function, entered the four words "Middle Age", and clicked to search, and as he expected, hundreds of pages of results appeared. Feng Zirong knew that wanting to find that guy in this way was tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

"Forget it, with that guy's level, he will definitely appear on the top three list in a while, and you will see it at that time." Feng Zirong, who came back to his senses, thought this way.

Open a high-level group called "I'm crazy for rhythm" on QQ, and Feng Zirong popped a message inside.

"Who plays the rhythm master, does anyone know a guy who calls people middle-aged in the ID?" The ID is wind and clouds.

"Ha, such a old-fashioned name, you can see that you are an uncle and aunt-level figure. Such a person is also playing the rhythm master?" The guy who called the Netherworld stranger immediately followed and popped up a message.

"I don't know, I've never seen it before, what's wrong?" I called Jin Shi Xiaohui and sent a sentence, with a questioning expression.

"Wow, Feng Shao showed up. I really like you playing drums. Last time you showed up at the Jinman Dance Hall, I looked so excited, rooster~~" The guy who called Fang Hen Shao 029 followed suit and coaxed.

The group suddenly became lively because of a piece of news that was stormy. This group was built by Fengzi Rong, and they were all brothers who played music. Some were in the same city, and some were not there. When everyone was fine, they would discuss some musical things in the group. Recently, the game "Rhythm Master" is very popular, and many people in this group are also playing, and the level is not low.

"Young Master Feng, do you ask this person what's wrong with the middle-aged ID?" asked a guy with an ID called Bird Huahua.

"It's okay, I just met him when I was playing the qualifying match, but I lost." Feng Zirong typed a line of words and explained the reason for asking this question.

"Can you win the wind? A great master, but this ID is really rustic." Niao Huahua replied.

"Young Master Feng, you ask this because he beats you." Jin Shi Xiaohui asked in confusion.

"No, it's nothing if he beats me, but this guy played the nightoffre song to S level in the game." Feng Zirong typed the line.

The group was silent for a while, and after a few seconds, lines of words suddenly rushed up!

"What? No, can nightoffire be able to hit S level?"

"Damn, this is a rhythm that is against the will of heaven. It seems that Goddess Qianqian can't achieve it either!"

"Isn't this guy cheating?"

"Damn it, if you want to cheat in the promotion competition, labor and capital will have already won the top 500 yuan prize."

...

The discussion in the group was lively, but no news was useful. Feng Zirong looked at it for a while and was a little disappointed. After giving a "goodbye" expression, he went offline.

Looking at the game still on the screen, Feng Zirong suddenly lost interest, turned off the computer, turned around and went to sleep.

At this moment, Changle, hundreds of miles away, was in a small hardware store. Chu Yang didn't know that he had only played two games and had been missed by a talented drummer, and was almost killed by a group of music players of a high level. After playing two games, he no longer cared about the nagging of the old child Geng Dazhi, and got up and returned to the next store.

Games cannot be eaten or drunk. It’s good to play when you are free. It’s crazy to make money by pointing at this game. Chu Yang doesn’t know if he can really win that game, but even if he wins, he has no interest. It’s only 500 yuan. Chu Yang, who already knows some knowledge of China’s currency, knows that 500 yuan can’t do anything at all. If it’s exchanged for the medicine to treat my mother Yang Ru, it’s probably only three or four days. Chu Yang has more important things to do now, so he doesn’t have time to play this.

After returning to the store and closing the store door, Chu Yang looked at the three bamboo materials on the ground and carefully picked up one of them.

The bamboo in my hand looks no different from other bamboos. If you insist on having it, it will grow straighter and look closer and rounder the outer arms. As the saying goes, it will only grow more "smooth".

However, only Chu Yang himself knew how rare this bamboo was. He picked up thousands of bamboos and found these three. It can be seen that these three bamboos are definitely not that simple.

Chu Yang's method of selecting materials is naturally different from Chu Guochang's traditional method. He chose materials completely according to the conditions for cultivators to refine weapons. Although he cannot refine weapons now, it does not prevent him from judging the quality of a piece of materials. These three bamboos have uniform textures, straight and round bamboo tubes, and appropriate thickness. It can be said that they are the best bamboo materials in that hut. Chu Yang believes that with his current techniques and the quality of these three bamboos, he can make three very good flutes.

After quietly looking at the bamboo in his hand, Chu Yang picked up the saw, gestured a few times, and finally began to slowly saw it carefully.

Next, it was to make festivals, dig holes, and paint... I saw my father Chu Guochang making flutes twice, and Chu Yang was already very sure of this simple instrument.

Even if he was careful in every link, it took him less than two hours to complete the flute.

Of course, this time is definitely not fast. With the speed of his father Chu Guochang, two hours is definitely enough for him to make five or six flutes.

However, the flute made by Chu Yang is naturally different from the flute made by Chu Guochang.

Not to mention that he used special techniques that only cultivators could use in each link, even if he had a nearly perfect grasp of the sound of the sound, the flute he made was destined to be of too many quality than the flutes he made by his father Chu Guochang!

Take the hole digging process as an example. If you do it for Chu Guochang, you can only measure it with a ruler to see what kind of flute this bamboo material is suitable for. Finally, you can use a stroke to mark the distance and drill the holes one by one with a hole puncher.

But Chu Yang was different. Every hole he opened for the flute was carved with a carving knife, bit by bit, and sliver slowly, like almost embroidered flowers!

If you look at it roughly, the holes opened by Chu Yang in this way are beautiful, smooth, and even a bit ugly. There are twelve holes on the blowing holes, membrane holes, sound holes, and front and back sound holes. Almost each hole has a different size, and the angle of inclination into the flute tube is different.

If you look closely, you will also find that there are many messy lines on the inner walls of the holes.

Such workmanship will probably make you laugh if you fall into the eyes of flute makers.

But no one will know how complicated it is to complete the opening work of these holes!

How big each hole is opened and what kind of knife technique is used, it is entirely to develop the tone of the flute itself to the maximum extent. Those seemingly messy textures have ugly appearances, but when you actually play, you will find that because of the existence of those textures, the airflow will be closed and concentrated when passing through, thus making the originally scattered, floating, unstable, excessive, and other unfavorable breaths that are not conducive to the performance, and obtain an effective and pure!

This effect can be achieved on a small bamboo flute, and there is no use of any weapon refining technique. It depends entirely on the skill of carving a knife. If it weren't for Chu Yang's amazing talent in music, it would be difficult for even a music monk to do it.

Looking at the flute that was completed in his hand, Chu Yang finally showed a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

Although this flute is far from being a magic weapon, Chu Yang believes that the sound produced by this flute is absolutely beautiful. If the performer is of good enough level, it can even achieve a simple hallucination effect!
Chapter completed!