Chapter 263 Aria

There was a long silence in the art hall.

Huaishi was directly frightened by the background of the United Music Association of Hells and froze in place.

Who is Bach? He is the ancestor of all classical music theory today. Even if he is not the founder, he is also the crucial rule-maker, just like Newton in the field of physics. If there is a creator of music theory theory, this person must be the one.

Further up, there are few people more important than his status.

As a result, the association just handed over an original copy of Bach, and it seemed to be the brainchild of a mastermind. Huai Shi's now-legendary cello playing skills were able to grow after reading this original manuscript. It's incredible. Not precious anymore...

It’s no wonder that the association is recognized by many disaster musicians. For performers who love music and art, the association is simply a treasure trove!

Huai Shi thought for a long time and even broke into a cold sweat: "Well, let me ask, is it that in the association..."

"No, Mr. Bach is not a sublimator. Although his ability is no less than that of any creator, his achievements in art were not recognized by people at the time."

The skeleton said regretfully: "It is said that before he died, he refused the association's recruitment, and his consciousness did not sink into the sea of ​​silver. Instead, he was picked up by an unknown existence, and he received eternal sleep without being disturbed by anyone."

Huai Shi was silent for a long time, and suddenly felt a little regretful and relieved.

Indeed, if a creator like Bach could continue to live, I don’t know how many more miracles could be created. But since such a person has chosen to face death, he naturally deserves to sleep in eternal peace.

Now it seems that the association may have already expected this line in Huai Shi. Otherwise, why would the movement sent be the most suitable score for cello adaptation and performance?

It's obviously a hint: Look, little brother, Hell Music has such a promising future. It comes with five insurances and one housing fund, and there are also grand prize benefits at the end of the year. It would be a pity that young talents like you don't go to Hell!

Fine.

Feeling the association's enthusiasm for her fist, Huai Shi's expression couldn't help but twitch.

You guys have sex with me, right?

I, the dignified scribe of the Book of Destiny, and the fifth son of the Heavenly Genealogy, are still afraid of you?

Just sugar-coated bullets that corrode my fighting spirit. If I eat the sugar-coated bullets, you will spit out the sugar-coated bullets...

"Aria?"

After Huaishi looked at it for a while, he let out a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, lend me a piano. When will we start?"

"anytime."

The skeleton bowed gratefully, and the ghost fire danced. In an instant, the scene in front of Huaishi changed. He was already in a huge warehouse. A dust-proof box was opened in front of Huaishi, revealing the ancient piano lying among the sponges. body.

Although a long period of time has passed, not only has there been no damage at all under the meticulous maintenance, but it also has a hint of crystal brilliance that has been soaked in over the years.

When you touch the cold body of the piano, you feel like you are touching a piece of cold crystal. You can hear the long-lasting echo when you tap it slightly.

The strings were removed and carefully kept aside. There were no traces of rust, the elasticity was still as good as before, and the material seemed to be unusual. Both the twisting technique and the preservation process were perfect.

When you hold the piano body, you can feel the essence flowing smoothly in it, just like your own body, and you can feel every slight change.

Feeling the almost crystallized essence of the abyss, Huaishi couldn't help but take a breath of air.

This can already be called a border relic, right?

"Good piano."

Huaishi sighed softly, looking forward to the master's craftsmanship in her heart. If she could upgrade her own piano into a border relic, it would not be a loss to pay more for the source crystal.

Moreover, some master-level instruments now cost more than three to four million.

After a simple adjustment after winding the strings, Huaishi tried to play an etude and felt that although he had not practiced for a long time, his skills in his hands were miraculously smooth.

Thanks to the connection between swordsmanship and playing techniques and cello playing, if you don’t have time to spend an hour practicing the piano every day, spending an hour slashing people will have the same effect.

That is so happy!

The original guilty conscience was swept away. Huai Shi lifted the piano body and looked up at the skeleton in front of her: "Then let's get started."

The skeleton nodded excitedly. He had already changed into a more solemn dress and bent down to express his sincere thanks to Huai Shi. In an instant, the light and shadow in front of him changed.

In the darkness, a beam of light fell on Huai Shi's shoulders, illuminating his hands and the bow in his hands.

This place is already on a huge stage, and in the empty auditorium below, the old skeleton has already taken his seat, sitting upright, waiting quietly.

It's the first time to perform in such a formal place, but the place is actually in hell?

Huai Shi smiled softly, feeling that something was wrong somewhere.

But there is a stage, an audience, and a piano. There is nothing wrong with all of this, right?

So, let’s get started.

The first performance after becoming a disaster musician.

Under the light, Huai Shi took a deep breath, lowered his eyes, and stared at the music score on the shelf in front of him.

The bow fell from the hand, as if weaving the notes. With careful movements, the first soft music rose from the strings like clouds and spread out in all directions, carrying a low melancholy and joy. , flying in the air.

In the audience, the old skeleton stood up involuntarily and leaned forward.

The will-o'-the-wisps in the eye holes trembled with excitement, wanting to move forward, wanting to stretch out their hands, eager to bathe in the rain and dew of compassion.

The cello solo evolved from Bach's string suites, and the "G String Song" recreated by Huai Shi's improvisation based on the template in front of him, begins like this!

The cello is humming in a low tone, coming from Huai Shi's hands.

The melodious and gentle melody slowly emerges and disperses in the air. It is not rough or intense, but as quiet as spring water, covering everything lightly, smoothing away the restlessness and uneasiness, and bringing all souls to peace. middle.

Just listening quietly can make the deceased who should have passed away shed tears.

Let all suffering souls find peace.

Huai Shi once again fell into a trance like meditation, staring blankly at the yellowing music in front of him, feeling the great will surge in the records between the lines, everything the creator wanted to say, wanted The emotions he expressed and the melody he wanted to create emerged directly from his soul at this moment.

Even though the instruments and medium are different.

It's as if there is a teacher standing beside you, personally teaching every knot and every note. All the tenderness and compassion poured into the melody are entrusted to Huai Shi's hands.

The essence of the mountain ghost poured into the body of the piano like a torrent. In the low vibration, it silently blended into the invisible melody, filling in the outline created by the past, and smoothly The trunk of change extended on its own, once again creating a fleeting miracle.

There is nothing wrong with that being indeed a miracle.

The miracle that only exists in this brief performance is like a fleeting and magnificent flash of magic - placing undifferentiated compassion on this melody, soothing every painful consciousness, calming all despair, and making all Any persistence can usher in the promised relief over a long period of time.

It turns into gentle encouragement at the beginning of a long journey, but also like the ending waiting at the end of the road.

In the gentle sound of the piano, all loneliness and loneliness seem to have meaning.

Even if the years are wasted.

It was as if I had returned to the packed concert hall of the past, staring at my past partners under the brilliant lights, and recalling the impassioned symphonies and choruses.

But it's all over, as if no matter how magnificent the melody is, it will come to an end.

At some point, the old skeleton was already lying on the chair. In the corner of his eye, a drop of tears condensed from pure source material slowly slid down.

"How beautiful we were once..."

He murmured softly, intoxicated by the brief reappearance of yesterday.

Yesterday reappears.

As the soft melody spread on the stage, the entire concert hall seemed to come alive. The silent lights lit up one by one, and vague phantoms appeared above the empty seats.

The phantoms of the past were walking in the corridors, talking and laughing silently with each other, their eyes filled with hope and longing.

All the darkness is given color by that melody.

It seems that under the illumination of this tiny candlelight, everything that was silent in the darkness has awakened again, revealing its former glory and splendor.

In the envelope of the melody, even the roar that kept bursting out in the distance was insignificant.

Even though the voice was so wild and earth-shattering.

Even though destruction is close at hand.

But the small music still spread, flying persistently into the sky, falling like rain, passing over the scenes of destruction and the roar of battle, and falling on the earth indiscriminately.

In this gentle melody, the struggle between the two lineages has reached its climax.

Fifteen minutes ago, on top of the high wall, Ye Xueya slowly turned his head and stared at the bloody subordinates behind him, the corners of his eyes slowly raised.

"Is that so?"

As if regretfully, she sighed softly: "Who is the traitor? Gu Yue or Gao Hao?"

"It's Gu Yue."

Luo Shen raised his broken arm so that Shen Yue could bandage him, and quickly reported: "He killed Bai Hao and left after taking a dark gold prop and two border relics. I didn't catch up."

"I don't blame you, after all, no one will guard their teammates all day long." Ye Xueya shook his head: "You don't have to worry, I'm afraid it won't take long before he comes to your door. "

Luo Shen raised his head in confusion.

"Intelligence is time-sensitive."

Ye Xueya tilted his head and lit a cigarette: "Especially now that all our main forces are out and the camp guards are weak, this information will be worthless in half an hour.

If there is any action on the other side, it should be within these ten minutes..."

Before he finished speaking, an earth-shaking loud noise came from the distance.

A huge pillar of fire rose into the sky, wildly releasing violent light all around, and instantly completely uprooted a stronghold hidden outside the stronghold.

Then came the second, third, and even fourth...

In the end, the entire Ginza area was sealed under the four pillars of fire.

"coming."

Ye Xueya raised his eyes and smiled happily.

It was as if the whole person was excited and couldn't wait.

After enduring it for so long... I can finally have a good fight with someone!

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