Chapter 2450: The Smiling Proud Wanderer

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"Oh?"

Su Ming frowned and asked curiously: "What kind of masterpiece is it that makes you unable to play it? Is it that difficult?"

It is indeed very strange. To be honest, although the level of Yinzhu Laoguai is far behind that of himself who has activated the skill, his level is still quite high.

No matter how difficult the song is, I am afraid that you can play it with more research.

After all, the song is not too difficult. The person who wrote the song will not write the song like the math Olympiad problem, which makes people unable to understand it at all. That would be meaningless.

"This song is called "Swordsman". It is indeed difficult, but it is not impossible to play it. The main thing is that this song requires the cooperation of two people."

"If it is played by one person, it will not have that flavor, so I need someone with a higher level to cooperate with me. I have not found one in all these years." Yinzhu Laoguai said.

After hearing this, Su Ming probably understood that he was wrong at the beginning. It was not difficult, but because this song required two people to play.

There weren't too many songs that the two played, but there were some. On the contrary, the ones that needed to be coordinated were usually famous songs. For example, in ancient times, there was a very classic song called "High Mountains and Flowing Water".

The meaning of Yinzhu Laoguai was quite obvious. He wanted Su Ming to help him and play the song with him. It was not difficult.

For Su Ming, it was just a piece of cake, so Su Ming was naturally happy to agree.

Because after agreeing, if he helped Yinzhu Laoguai fulfill his dream, it would be equivalent to him owing Su Ming a favor.

This was naturally what Su Ming wanted to see the most. As long as he owed a favor, then Su Ming would not have to be embarrassed to ask him for something next time, and he would not be too embarrassed to refuse.

Everything was developing in a favorable direction. Su Ming felt that he had this skill of playing the zither, which was really useful.

Su Ming said directly: "Okay, no problem at all."

After getting Su Ming's promise, Yinzhu Laoguai seemed to be in a very good mood, and even a little excited.

He went to the house and took out a roll of music score, showed it to Su Ming, and said, "This is the music score of "Swordsman". Take a look and get familiar with it first."

Su Ming didn't say anything. He picked up the music score and started to read it. Indeed, the song was very good. After Su Ming read it, he was actually fascinated.

It requires the cooperation of two instruments, one is the flute and the other is the guqin. This is also within Su Ming's expectations. After all, what needs to be coordinated is definitely the cooperation of different instruments.

It doesn't matter, because after Su Ming opened his skills, he can control any instrument at will, almost without any pressure.

This song is actually written for a man and a woman. The man plays the flute and the woman plays the guqin. They are completely a couple of gods.

If they work together, it is naturally best for men and women, but there is no hard and fast rule. If he can't find anyone, he can only ask Su Ming to cooperate.

After reading it for more than ten minutes, Su Ming roughly thought about it, wrote it down, and gave the music score directly to Yinzhu Laoguai.

It is not surprising that Yinzhu Old Monster could remember Su Ming so quickly, because the memory of ancient warriors is very strong. The stronger the ancient warriors, the more so, and they can almost remember everything they see.

Yinzhu Old Monster said: "Su Xiaoyou, you play my flute. This is what I have been using. The quality is very high. You will definitely get better results with this."

It is not doubting Su Ming's ability, but the simple truth is that a good horse deserves a good saddle. If Su Ming uses this flute with better sound, the level of performance will naturally be higher than before. Yinzhu Old Monster is still looking forward to it.

Su Ming took a look at the flute in Yinzhu Old Monster's hand.

It was green all over. Although it was made of bamboo, it looked like jade.

It was probably made of some special bamboo. It did not look ordinary. It must be many times stronger than the one Su Ming carved by himself.

But Su Ming noticed one thing. Yinzhu Old Monster said that this flute was what he had been using, so Su Ming really didn't dare to use it.

Su Ming said, "Do you use this flute every day?"

"Yes, this flute is my favorite treasure. I spent a lot of effort to get it from a friend..."

Su Ming didn't understand what Yinzhu said next, because he had a picture in his mind.

Damn, he used it every day, so how much saliva must have been stained on this flute? After all, you have to put your mouth on the flute, and saliva is inevitable.

In addition, who knows how much saliva there is on it. Su Ming thought about it and felt his scalp tingling. It was too uncomfortable.

He would never use this flute. It was too unhygienic. Su Ming didn't have that hobby.

So Su Ming said quickly, "Sir, I think you should play the flute, and leave the piano to me."

"Oh, you can also play the piano?" Yinzhu looked at Su Ming in surprise.

Su Ming said confidently: "Don't worry, he is very skilled, and his flute playing is no worse than mine."

After hearing what he said, Yinzhu Old Monster didn't doubt anything. After all, Su Ming had just proved his level. If he dared to say so, it proved that he still had something.

Yinzhu Old Monster said: "Okay, then you play the zither. I'll take out the guqin. Let's go to the door and play."

The two came to the door. Su Ming sat and Yinzhu Old Monster stood. The two looked like street performers at this time.

Su Ming tried the sound a little, then nodded, indicating that they could start.

The two people were already very familiar with the music of "Swordsman" in their hearts, and they played it directly.

The moment the music sounded, Lin Yue next to him changed his expression. The music sounded magnificent, and it made people's hearts boil with blood.

As the music kept changing, the whole sky of Yinzhu Island was floating, and at the same time, the dense bamboos were dancing non-stop.

The two people cooperated very well. Although it was the first time to cooperate, there was an indescribable tacit understanding in it.

A few minutes later, the last note of the song "Swordsman" finally sounded, and Yinzhu Old Monster also stood there, shedding two lines of tears.

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