Chapter 407: Performance (Thanks to the Leader Who Just Chose the Name)

Where is my piano?

What about a piano as big as mine?

Have you messed up my equipment?

It wasn't until the furious Huai Shi picked up the bracelet and looked at it carefully that he saw the faint outline of the cello in the amber adorned on the bracelet.

Is this the surprise?

We made a specimen of your cello and put it in amber. Are you surprised, are you surprised, are you happy?

With such a small amount of trust in the association, Huaishi followed the instructions on the back of the note and fastened the bracelet - with a click, it stuck to Huaishi's arm tightly.

It is made of iron rings with a thickness of four to five millimeters. At first glance, it looks like a watch.

There is a square piece of amber inlaid on the back of the hand, with the logo of the United Music Association of Hells branded on the front. However, after being transformed through alchemy, it has become incredibly hard. I am afraid that the front will not shatter even if it is bombarded by bullets.

If Huai Shi is confident in his skills, he can even use this thing as a super small shield.

No matter how you look at it, it’s easy to have fun and make the whole village eat.

The position of the amber can be turned over, and when turned over, the exquisite outline of the violin is revealed.

The note said, Inject the essence.

So Huai Shi is infused with source essence.

Then he was almost blinded by the bow that suddenly popped out.

Huaishi subconsciously took a tactical leaning back position, and then saw a huge violin flying out of it, and hurriedly caught it.

Not heavy, but rather...unexpectedly light.

For a moment, Huaishi failed to stop the car and almost fell down.

When he stood firm and looked carefully, he found that the temperature of the cello seemed to be exactly the same as his body temperature - more importantly, his body touch spread the moment Huai Shi's four fingers rested on the piano board. out.

He felt the deep rhythm of the cello's breathing.

Soon he realized that it was his own breath, his essence and his perception were flowing on the body of the cello, and his heartbeat echoed in the resonance chamber of the cello.

It still has the familiar shape and the feel that has not changed at all, but the inside seems to have been completely transformed and completely different.

When Huaishi gently pulled the strings and the first note flowed out, it was as if the delicate aftertones were flying in the air and echoing in his body.

"Want to try playing?"

The old man who appeared at the door at some unknown time smiled and presented a sheet of music: "The concert hall is ready for use at any time."

"Huh? Doesn't this cost money?"

After Huaishi took the score, he felt that the ancient essence contained in it was undoubtedly a precious piece of music collected by the association. Huaishi looked at the exchange price list, and each one was expensive enough for him to cry in a storm.

But each one has a huge attraction, which makes him grit his teeth every time, wandering between making money and saving money.

"This is my collection and is not in the association's collection." The manager smiled and asked: "If you don't mind multiple audiences, can you let me learn your performance skills?"

"Isn't it meaningful to perform something like this because there is an audience?"

Huai Shi also laughed.

"Then, I'm sorry."

The manager nodded and snapped his fingers.

In an instant, Huaishi's eyes blurred and she was already sitting on the stage.

The old manager put on his formal attire and sat upright in the front row, eagerly awaiting the start of the performance.

"Please start, Mr. Huaishi."

Then, a beam of light came down from above Huai Shi's head, illuminating the place where he was, as well as the windless music score on the shelf.

——Edgar "Cello Concerto in E minor"

"It always feels like it will be difficult."

Huai Shi took a deep breath, calmed her mind, and stared at the music that seemed to be gradually coming to life.

Subconsciously, his fingers moved.

A low and sad piano sound burst out from the fingertips.

I have never even read the music carefully, almost like sight-reading. The first moment my eyes saw it, my fingers reacted.

Huaishi herself hasn't reacted yet.

Because he was so focused that he forgot about himself.

It was as if the body was instantly empty, abandoning any distracting thoughts. In this meditative state, the body began to move instinctively, and the first movement was smoothly played amidst the surge of source matter.

Immediately afterwards, countless phantom-like violinists slowly emerged from behind him, lowered their heads, and provided an incomparably suitable accompaniment for this performance.

Follow the melody of Huai poetry.

Their remnants are guided by the notes of the cello, and blend into this increasingly majestic and pathos movement just like flowing water.

"It's so beautiful..."

Subconsciously, the manager leaned forward, trying to get closer.

Both eyes sparkle.

It's like a burning flame, intoxicated by this melody.

Yes, that's it...that's right...

The old man grabbed the armrest excitedly, but tried his best to restrain himself from crushing the armrest.

Isn't this kind of melody and this kind of performance what I have always longed for?

Isn't it precisely because he was intoxicated by the beauty of art that was so pure that it almost came from hell that he served the association in order to be able to hear such outstanding performances from time to time?

So sad, but so wonderful.

Such a melody... no matter how many times I listen to it, I can't get enough of it!

Now, the low and sad sound of the piano floated towards him from the stage, like a farewell hug, holding his hands tightly with sweet sadness.

The lingering sound spread from the bone marrow.

The sound of the piano gradually began to rise, rising rapidly from the whirlwind. After a brief pause, the low sound of the horn and the sound of the clarinet burst out from the sad reverberation.

Then, the whirling sound of the cello came back and turned into a wave, engulfing the entire concert hall.

The majestic and solemn performance began!

In the surging melody, Huai Shi lowered his head, holding the bow in his hand, riding the mighty torrent.

In the pure performance, the essence in the soul bursts out, brewing and colliding in the resonance cavity of the piano body, and in the end, a subtle qualitative change was formed.

It was the combination of countless mixed vitality in his blood and the tribulation ashes in the source material.

Following the melody, the mountain ghost's stigmata sings a high-pitched lament.

Countless abyssal vitalities are constantly transforming in this sad cello music, as if they can be transformed at will, from flowers and grass to trees, and from trees to vines, over and over again, until finally, the originally uneven abyssal vitalities seem to be recreated Read it again.

Both the quantity and shape of each other have faintly changed.

They were accurately balanced in the movement and harmoniously combined with each other to form a complete abyss plant ecosystem.

Grow vigorously.

The holy mark of the mountain ghost is continuously extracting the ashes of Huai Shi, absorbing nutrients from the darkness and death of the ghost, and the power of life sprouts.

After the cold winter is over, flowers are blooming in the spring fields.

She has never experienced such a harmonious feeling. Huaishi seems to have returned to the advanced stage again, transforming into countless plants, uprooting and growing in the soil and rocks, sprouting branches and sprouting.

No matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, I look down at all the sad changes in the world with cold eyes.

Stare quietly in the glory.

Until time passed, he woke up from his dream and was immersed in the lingering sound.

He let out a long breath.

For a long time, for a long time, crisp applause came from the audience.

"Thank you for your performance, Mr. Huaishi."

The manager stood up slowly and bowed to the performers on the stage to pay tribute: "Excellent performance, the trip is well worth it."

"Let's take this as a reward for your warm hospitality these days." Huai Shi nodded reservedly: "I should be the one to say thank you."

It seemed that he had gone through a fierce battle, was exhausted, and had no source of energy.

But the spirit was unexpectedly full.

Full of energy.

After not playing for a long time, his fingering skills were not unfamiliar. He was at home on the cello that had now undergone transformation, and his technique had improved by leaps and bounds.

I don’t know whether it was the explosive period after a long period of precipitation, or the realization over this period of time that made him grasp the charm of this chapter of music, and the performance effect was even more amazing than he imagined.

And the feedback it brings is even more terrible.

【Cello Performance LV15】

[Swordsmanship·Performance LV13]

This wave of experience points was so generous that the cello playing skills, which had not been used for a long time, were directly improved by more than half a level. In the current situation, Huai Shi would probably be able to win the prize and be weak.

Even swordsmanship and musical performance were taken advantage of, and the tide rose and all boats rose to level one and a half, which was different from what it used to be.

In addition to my own insights, I am afraid that the more important thing is the effect of this piece of music.

An etude?

The manuscript written by the deceased musician contains the imprint of the essence condensed from the transformation of exquisite art, forming an effect that is almost a border relic.

Huaishi carefully picked up the piece of music, which had begun to turn yellow and had curled edges, and handed it back with both hands.

The advantage this time was really too great.

There is a limit to the number of times the movement can be used. After being drunk by Huai Shi, the effect will be greatly reduced and it will not be used a few times.

The manager did not answer it, but just smiled: "A piece of music score collected by chance is of no use to me. After all... I am just an audience. It can only play a role in the hands of those who really love it. , isn’t it?”

He said, "If you feel sorry for me, please play a few more times for me next time."

"Thank you very much for your kindness."

Huai Shi did not refuse anymore and put away the music with gratitude.

"You seem to have a few visitors here." The manager looked back at the door and said, "If you don't want to disturb me for the rest of the time, please excuse me."

His figure slowly disappeared.

Suddenly, Huai Shi returned to the lounge again.

There was a knock on the door.

"I didn't disturb your performance, did I?"

Ai Qing outside the door looked at his calm expression: "Do you seem to have any new insights?"

"It's just a little bit of progress."

Huai Shi wanted to prop up her body, but her hands went weak. Only then did she feel her weakness and exhaustion.

It wasn't just Ai Qing who came, there were other guests who came with her.

When Huai Shi saw the horse-faced sublime man leaning against the wall, he suddenly realized: "Ah, you are not that so-and-so... that so-and-so... that fortune teller!"

"...Call me TONY, thank you."

Like a village barber, he shook his limp horse's face, and the long-lost Cast Iron Legion operator said to Huai Shi: "I am here mainly to be a tool man, please don't worry about it."

"Everyone is a tool to each other." Huai Shi nodded with deep sympathy: "We are all tool people. We must get along well with each other later."

It wasn't until they finished their greetings that Ai Qing glanced at the two of them: "Finished reminiscing about old times? It seems that there is no need for me to introduce them again. I will give you a chance to exchange experiences later... Next, let's introduce them first. There are a few other helpers who came here specially."

She stepped aside, revealing the guests in the hallway.