After hitting dozens of punches with ping ping pong, Su Zimu suddenly felt that something was missing.
There is accompaniment when strengthening, but how can it be so monotonous when smashing the door?
He took a breath, picked up a tune, and followed the prelude to brew for a while. When the main melody was played, he slammed his fist on the stone door.
However, the originally smooth tone suddenly went out of tune at this moment.
Only then did Su Zimu realize that lying on the ground while exercising while tinkering with music, and pumping his fists while playing accompaniment, were completely different things.
In the former, he only needs to mobilize the corresponding body parts to make the correct sound.
For the latter, it is necessary to avoid the moving position, or to make each part produce the correct tone while moving.
It's like doing two things at once.
This level of difficulty is too high. Su Zimu cannot do it, at least not yet.
Forget it, just run!
I kept pumping my fists and accompaniment, but everything was back to the starting point, and I couldn't even play the simplest tune.
So, Su Zimu, who was unwilling to give up, took apart the complete piece of music and punched the stone door one after another. At the same time, he practiced a note repeatedly until the note would not be out of tune no matter what posture he used to punch.
Then the second and the third.
But he soon discovered that if he was smashing the wall with accompaniment, every punch must be synchronized with the scale in the music, otherwise the tune would be disrupted and the sound would be ruined.
This is very annoying. It doesn't matter if you meet a stickman who doesn't understand Mao. What if he also knows music and let the opponent guess the rhythm of your attack? Wouldn't it be a big mistake?
He thought of another way, that is, every time he played a note, he would punch several times as fast as possible.
The frequency of attacks has indeed increased, but it treats the symptoms rather than the root cause.
Su Zimu was already very satisfied with being able to achieve this. He didn't have a mental problem. How could he still be in the mood to play accompaniment when he fought with his enemies face to face in the future?
To be honest, he does like music very much, but he only likes it as an ordinary person, not a fanatical enthusiast, let alone a professional musician, and he has no special obsession with music itself.
The reason why I focus on studying five-tone exercise is because exercise is too monotonous. It is the same as running and exercising while listening to music in my previous life.
As for the second reason, although he traveled to the new world and mentally accepted this fact, deep down in his heart, he still had an indelible and deep attachment to that prosperous and prosperous world.
Su Zimu did not have the same material conditions as his previous life, so when he discovered that he could copy the music of his previous life, he subconsciously grabbed this little tail.
Because it was one of the very few things that belonged to another world but could still be owned by him.
So is cooking.
If Su Zimu was allowed to make a choice between flying to the sky and becoming immortal, or returning to his original world, he would definitely choose the latter without hesitation.
After all, that was the hometown where he was born and raised.
More than half an hour later, Su Zimu punched through the stone door, and he was about to master two lines of the song.
Moreover, he can only pronounce the words correctly when punching. If he kicks or does any other action that has nothing to do with punching, he won't be able to pronounce it correctly.
I thought I was on the smooth road to becoming a king, but I never imagined that I was still a rookie who was a little better than a stick!
So depressing!
It would be easier to break through the stone gate, so Su Zimu continued to expand the exit.
However, at this moment, the white bones on the stone bed suddenly moved. The bare skull slowly turned its head, and two faint will-o'-wisps suddenly appeared in the empty eye sockets, staring directly at Su Zimu's back.
The anchor of Su University didn't notice any abnormality at all, and still punched him hard.
Under the cover of the music, the skull quietly stood up, moved stiffly step by step behind Su Zimu, opened its ribs one by one, and suddenly jumped out like a vicious tiger pouncing on food.
Su Zimu suddenly felt a chill on his back. He didn't pay much attention to it at first, but after a while, the chill seemed to turn into an ice snake and swim up his spine.
He finally realized something was wrong, and just as he was about to look back, the white bones were already attached to his body from behind, and the open ribs closed again, tightly strangling his body.
The arm and leg bones were also wrapped around his body, so soft that they didn't look like bones at all.
The already messy tune immediately appeared a huge out of tune.
That skull was even more cruel. It opened its mouth wide and bit Su Zimu's head hard.
There was a crunching sound, but Su Zimu didn't feel any pain, but it broke two big teeth of his skull.
The unwilling skull opened its empty mouth as wide as possible and bit it again like a pair of pliers.
This time it was even more exaggerated. Half of the originally jagged teeth fell off, and even half of the jawbone was broken.
Everything happened in a very short period of time, and Su Zimu didn't realize what happened until he saw the bones restraining his arm and the empty stone bed.
It's so weird and hard to guard against. Is this the legendary White Bone Demon?
He did think that there might be something wrong with that white skeleton, and he had been prepared for it for a while, but he didn't expect that even a mere skull would know how to tolerate it.
Su Zimu grabbed the bones on his arm and pulled hard, intending to break the bones. Unexpectedly, the bone demon was much stronger than expected, so he failed to achieve his goal.
He pulled hard again, and the ribs that bound his body were like copper poured into iron. Not only could they not be freed, but they became tighter and tighter.
Su Zimu was furious. His sister's bones dared to act like a monster?
Then he grabbed the bone demon behind his back, grabbed the bone demon's cervical vertebrae, and used all his strength to pull outwards, immediately pulling the skull with the will-o'-the-wisps in its eye sockets in front of him.
Su Zimu was startled, and his anger suddenly overwhelmed his reason. He mustered up all the strength in his body and pulled and pulled. Finally, his ribs that refused to let go could no longer be restrained. His arm bones and leg bones were forced to loosen. He was brutally beaten by Su Da's anchor.
Thrown to the ground.
The bone demon turned over neatly, his feet landed first, and his broken jaw opened and closed a few times, as if in silent ridicule.
Su Zimu twisted his neck, rushed forward, and fought with the bone demon.
His fists and feet were extremely heavy, opening and closing widely. The bone demon jumped up and down, as flexible as an ape, which once made the anchor of Su University wonder what kind of bones this thing was!
But if you guard for a long time, you will lose. If you are not paying attention... If the bone demon also has a mind, one of its legs was accidentally grabbed. Su Zimu immediately turned on the violent mode, carrying the bones and smashing them randomly.
But after hitting it dozens of times, the bone demon was fine!
Su Zimu didn't know why, but after taking a closer look, he discovered that every time he was about to hit, the bone demon would adjust his posture in time to minimize the damage caused by the impact!
