Su Zimu used all his strength and punched the stone door... Although it was painted on the wall, he just felt that it should be a door.
There was a muffled bang that shook the stone chamber, but there was not even a mark on the stone door.
Su Zimu felt a little bit pained now. He had just used at least eight points of force, and the result was really unacceptable to him.
Trying it again without giving up, still the same result.
Faced with this situation, a person could not help but feel discouraged. Su Zimu changed his target and smashed the wall.
In such a big place, there must be a weakness, right?
Unfortunately, I tried all over the place and even beat the ceiling and floor violently, but I couldn't find a breakthrough.
It's impossible to have no weaknesses. The only explanation is that the defense is too high and the attack is too weak.
Thinking of this, Su Zimu turned over and lay on the ground, mobilizing his true energy to strengthen himself. The silent stone room was buzzing for a while, and buzzing for a while, like a few bad luther players getting together, but no one was convinced.
Who wants to compare their piano skills?
To say it's unbearable is an exaggeration, but to say it's unbearable is definitely appropriate.
This technique made Su Zimu so upset that he almost gave up on the spot.
I have no choice but to try to control the tone.
Although he had never seriously engaged in music in his previous life, he had come across some common sense. He vaguely remembered that the dialing tone on the phone was [L] in the standard scale, [6] in the simplified musical notation.
Once we have the standards, it will be easier to handle. I dug up the knowledge I learned in primary school music class from my memory. After a while, I found [5] and [7].
He originally thought that musical scales were like steps, with fixed distances between them, and that he could just continue trying at fixed intervals. However, he went all the way down, getting only one note right and then getting it all wrong.
It was even worse on the way up, not a single thing was right, and it was a mess from the beginning.
This is so damn annoying!
After careful analysis and repeated attempts, we gradually discovered that the interval from [4] to [7] is indeed a fixed interval, and the same is true for [3] when [1] arrives, but between [3] and [4], and [7] and [1]
The span is only half that of other scales!
Su Zimu was completely confused and couldn't understand what was going on.
Although he didn't know what the twelve equal temperaments were, let alone what a whole tone was and what a semitone was, it was easy to handle once he mastered the rules. He mobilized the muscles and skin in his body and played the song "Two Tigers".
The first time was the same as before, I couldn’t hear what it was at all.
It was better the second time and finally made a little sense.
The third time, the fourth time... I don’t know how many times I tried it, but I finally completed the first sentence successfully.
Everything is difficult at the beginning, but the second sentence is much easier, and it doesn't take long to find the right tone.
Then, after trying it three or five times, all the remaining tunes were completed.
Even though he was in danger, Su Zimu was still very excited and played the whole song together.
He himself knew that this piece of music was too childish, but he felt an indescribable joy in his heart.
Good guy, you need to know music to practice this technique together. These monks are really good at playing!
The next strengthening was much better, sometimes it was little stars, sometimes it was singing and smiling, and when the interest came, I even tried a horse racing session.
Cough, it's a pity that he is just learning and practicing, and the two in front are just getting along. The horse racing is too high, and he will go back to his original form.
But it doesn’t matter. Su Zimu had plenty of time, so at first he only focused on pitch and key. Once he was familiar with these things, he started thinking about how to restore the timbre.
If we master this technology, wouldn't it turn into a humanoid self-propelled jukebox?
When I return to Xianfang in the future, if I sing a song in front of Xu Ning, I don’t know what kind of expression she will show!
But Su Zimu obviously overestimated his ability. The accompaniment was much more complicated than a simple tune. He had to mobilize the tissues and organs at different locations in his body and work closely together to complete a piece of music.
However, after trying it several times, I still couldn't figure it out.
He knew that the main melody and accompaniment of a piece of music were not the same thing, but as a layman, he had no idea of the relationship between the two, so he could only try it over and over again according to the tune in his memory.
In the end, it is still paradoxical, somewhat similar to the song in memory, but also fundamentally different.
Books become less useful when they are used. Life is full of knowledge. If I had known that such a day would come, how could I have been so passive when I had read a few books on music theory?
Forget it, let's learn slowly after leaving this hellish place... Although this world certainly does not have as many entertainment methods as in the previous life, music is something that should be learned, right?
Su Zimu no longer pushed himself, but practiced several particularly exciting and inspiring songs in his mind over and over again, and gradually became proficient in them.
At this point, he has strengthened his body countless times and feels that he has made great progress.
Strangely enough, he could only mobilize a small amount of real energy, but it never showed signs of exhaustion. It continuously strengthened his body, as if there was no limit.
He had no common sense and knew that this situation was abnormal, but he couldn't figure out the reason, so he couldn't let go of the uncomfortable feeling in his heart.
Su Zimu couldn't help but complain that he was probably the most confused time traveler in history.
How did he know that if Xu Yun refused to reveal the truth, he would never be able to know what happened to him for the rest of his life, let alone understand how a person who had no possibility of spiritual practice could embark on spiritual practice.
path of!
Su Zimu set a goal for himself. After practicing a piece of music, he would stand up and shake his fist to fight Shimen again.
no effect?
Lie down and continue to practice the next song. When you are familiar with it, continue to hit it. If it still doesn't work, then practice the next song.
In this way, the boring practice becomes more interesting and the time is no longer difficult.
Su Zimu had every reason to believe that this technique must have been created by a monk who couldn't stand loneliness.
I don't know how long it took, but after practicing the fifth piece of music, Su Zimu punched the stone door with a soft bang, leaving a shallow fist mark.
The anchor of Su University was overjoyed, it finally worked!
He punched left and right, and swung out fragments of afterimages with his arms, hitting the stone door repeatedly, causing cracked stone chips to fly in all directions.
In just a short while, Su Zimu had already punched hundreds of punches, creating a half-hand-deep hole in the stone door.
Su Zimu suddenly stopped, with one fist still pressed into the pit, and took deep breaths again and again.
Even with his physique, he couldn't withstand such a high-intensity crazy blow.
No, it’s still quite different!
Continue to play music and get stronger. After two more rounds of strengthening, not only the blow is more powerful, but the effect is also more obvious.
Although the effect would be better if he continued to strengthen it, he really didn't want to stay in this ghost place any longer.
