Gu Shuo said lightly that he really didn't have the confidence. Of course he knew the rhythm and could play the guqin. But he didn't know whether he could convert the rhythm into sound skills like vowels.
However, he wanted to integrate the murderous intention into the sound of the piano. He didn't know if this was the sound skill, but he had to try it. Moreover, his appearance turned the Northland monks' battle with the vowels into a battle between him and the vowels.
Yin Dou. Even if he loses, it won't be a big deal. Anyway, his state of mind will not be broken. He has this confidence. And when he admits defeat, the Northland monks will not start another fight. After all, he is still in the Northland.
There is some fame. This prevents the mentality of these monks in the North from being broken. And he feels that even if he cannot win the vowels, he may not lose.
He had heard the playing of vowels at Guyan Peak. Although it was not the true strength of vowels, it also gave him a glimpse of the true meaning of the sound skills. The sound skills were an attack on the mind of the monks, and Gu Shuo was a Consecrated Ten
Zhong, the sea of consciousness is not generally large, and there is still very little liquid spiritual consciousness left. This is the trump card that he dares to challenge. He can't beat the vowels, but the sound power of the vowels may not be able to affect him.
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So he really didn't dare to say that he understood this situation! He just wanted to rely on his powerful spiritual consciousness to resist.
But this sentence made sense, but it made Yuanyin feel ashamed and annoyed.
She was born in the Tianyin Sect and spent her whole life on music skills. Now, some people downplay the music skills. This is a humiliation to the music skills and even more to her vowel sounds. She immediately fell in love with her.
Hansha said:
"Senior Brother Gu wants to compete with each other in music skills?"
"Yes!" Gu Shuo nodded slightly and stretched out his hand to Bei Xueling.
Bei Xueling took a step forward and handed the guqin to Gu Shuo with both hands. Gu Shuo placed the guqin across his knees and looked at the vowels on the opposite side.
Vowel stepped lightly out of the crowd and sat cross-legged opposite Gu Shuo.
Behind Gushuo, there are tens of thousands of Northland monks, and behind Vowel Yin, there are thousands of Fourland monks. On the surrounding hills, there are quite a few Golden Pill monks, and some of these Golden Pill monks are
There are many golden elixirs in the North, including the four golden elixirs. On a hill, there are six figures standing with hands behind their hands, but they are the only six Nascent Souls in the North.
Fan Chongshan raised his eyebrows: "Does this Gu Shuo know music skills?"
The eyes of several Nascent Souls couldn't help but fall on Liao Shengkai and Shi Nanlong. Shi Nanlong and Liao Shengkai looked at each other and both shook their heads, indicating that they didn't know. Fan Zhongshan touched his chin:
"I'm becoming more and more interested in him!"
Feng Mu sighed: "What a pity!"
The faces of several Nascent Souls couldn't help but darken. Even Fan Zhongshan shook his head slightly.
yes!
So what if it’s just Huiyin Gong?
So what if she is amazingly talented?
Forty years later it will be nothing but a pile of loess.
On another hill, Luo Xuehan looked at Bei Wushuang and said, "Little brother Gu, do you still know the music skill?"
"I don't know!" Bei Wushuang shook his head and said, "Who knows what opportunities he encountered on the ancient road?"
"That's right!" Luo Xuehan nodded and said, "You can get Zhou Tianbaolu, so it won't be surprising if you encounter the inheritance of music skills."
The eyes of tens of thousands of monks in the North were focused on Gu Shuo's back. Zhuo Tianyue, Xiang Gujun and others standing in front also exchanged glances with each other, suspicion flashing in their eyes. Xiang Gujun lowered his voice and said:
"Senior Brother Gu won't be pretentious, right?"
Zhuo Tianyue rolled his eyes and was too lazy to talk to Xiang Gujun. Xiang Gujun was still worried: "Have any of you heard of Senior Brother Gu playing the piano?"
Zhuo Tianyue, Yun Shen and Haonan Tian all shook their heads.
Opposite them, the eyes of thousands of monks from four places were flashing with contempt and disdain.
Are there any monks in the North who know music skills?
Even if you understand it, can you understand the vowel sound of Tianluo?
You dare to compete with vowels, who gave you the courage?
This Northland...is really floating!
"Senior Brother Gu!" A voice with clear vowels sounded: "My little sister knows how to play Wangqingsan, please give me some advice from Senior Brother Gu."
A buzzing sound rang out. Wangqingsan is one of the three major sound skills of the Tianyin Sect. It is so powerful that it will make the attacked monk listen to Wangqing, like a dead tree and a stubborn stone, and eventually turn into a walking corpse.
Sha Zhetian said in a low voice: "Yuyuan Yin is going to kill him!"
Wei Wuming chuckled and said: "Gu Shuo's attitude and those words can be understood. They completely angered Yuan Yinyin. That kind of frivolous attitude and words would be regarded as a humiliation by any monk of the Tianyin Sect."
Yun Feihong said coldly: "You are really looking for death!"
Gu Shuo stretched out his hand to touch the strings and looked up at the vowels on the opposite side: "I heard that Senior Sister Yuan came to the North just to understand the murderous intention in the sounds?"
"yes!"
Gu Shuo's eyes flashed with a trace of sadness, and then he said: "Then I will play the song "House of Flying Daggers" for Senior Sister Yuan."
House of Flying Daggers?
Vowel Yin's heart beat violently. She didn't need to listen. Just hearing the name, she felt endless killing intent rushing towards her face. Her expression became serious. She had never heard of the song House of Flying Daggers, but
This name made her solemn and excited.
Why did she come to the Northland?
Isn't it just to understand the murderous intention in the sound?
As soon as she heard the name of this piece, she was filled with murderous intent. When the name came out of Gu Shuo's mouth, she no longer thought that Gu Shuo didn't understand music skills, and her contempt for the Northland monks was gone.
He started to pay attention. His hands fell towards the strings.
The surrounding area became quiet. Under the influence of tens of thousands of monks, the surrounding area was silent, not even the sound of insects.
"Ding……"
The music of Wangqingsan rang out and locked onto Gu Shuo. Others could only hear the music, but there was no meaning of Wangqing. Only Gushuo was struck by the meaning of Wangqing.
Gu Shuo sat in a wheelchair and closed his eyes. He was recalling the fingering techniques of the guqin. After all, he hadn't played it for a long time.
"Ding ding dong dong..."
For a third and a quarter of an hour, Gu Shuo recalled the fingering techniques and began to recall the movement of House of Flying Daggers. At this time, the Wang Qing San had begun to affect Gu Shuo.
Gu Shuo slowly sensed that what was contained in the Wangqing Powder was not the meaning of forgetfulness, but the meaning of dead wood, causing the vitality to dissipate. He was too familiar with this, and it was because of the dissipation of vitality that he became so old.
In his sea of consciousness, the remaining liquid spiritual consciousness emitted into a mist, resisting the sound of the piano. Gu Shuo accelerated the speed of recalling the music of House of Flying Daggers, and every trace of spiritual consciousness evaporated made him heartache.
While playing the vowels, he looked at Gu Shuo. When he saw Gu Shuo closing his eyes, he felt angry.
Do you look down upon yourself so much?
"Ding ding dong dong..."
A sneer appeared at the corner of Vowel Yin's mouth. The layers of forgetfulness are getting stronger and stronger. If you listen like this, then I will let the last few decades of your life dissipate!