musicians of old

"Ding-dong-"

In Fanning's hands, the strumming of the classical guitar "Illyrian" is as clear and high as the sound of gold and stone.

Under the spirituality of the "Jin" phase of the two E strings, the light blue to almost transparent ripples precisely hit the raised blades in the hands of the hunters.

"Keng!!!"

The entire blade was thrown directly to the ground, and its fracture surface was as bright and flat as a mirror.

"Aren't you going to help those two deal with it first?" Fan Ning leaned "Illyrian" aside, and casually picked up a roasted sea cucumber that had just been served on the table. Chewing with satisfaction in the mouth.

The few men holding the broken knives were sluggish in the middle, and then they noticed their two leaders, and it seemed that the follow-up situation was a bit wrong.

The other subordinates immediately used the herbal gauze they carried with them, and they were also very skilled in bandaging for them...

But for some reason, the whole piece of gauze has turned into a heavy and viscous ragged piece, with a layer of purple and red and other heterogeneous colors faintly glowing on it, and large drops of fresh blood are still dripping down endlessly.

The bleeding from the wound caused by the two gold coins showed no sign of stopping!

Last night, Fanning initially explored the mysterious characteristics of "Illyrian" by virtue of the musician's sensitivity to musical instruments.

The whole classical guitar can be roughly regarded as two parts: the body of the "altar" chiseled out by the Order of the Holy Wound following the mystery of "Mother Pupil", and the six extraordinary strings loaded on it, while the four strings initially explored by Fanning The method of application also needs to use one's own spirituality as fuel and use playing as a medium to call out invisible power——

If the "pool" and "key" of the A and D strings play a leading role in the harmony group, ordinary things can be turned into sharp tools with dismantling or piercing properties in a short time, and the wounds caused will not heal. Bleeding cannot be stopped unless the G-string "cocoon" is used to remove the attached spirituality and promote healing. Of course, simply using the G-string "cocoon" as the leading role can also play a certain healing effect, which is the first and second.

With the "Jin" of the first and last E strings as the leading factor, you can create an extremely sharp invisible wind blade, which is the third; with the "Yan" of the B string as the leading factor, you may be able to play a chaotic mental storm, especially Music that destroys the minds of the ignorant has yet to be tried to see how it works.

At least Fanning's research has proved that what Joan said last night is correct. If this classical guitar falls into the hands of a knowledgeable person who is not a musician, it is just an ordinary extraordinary item. For those who use it, or for someone who has a combination of someone who understands + "new moon"... The latter, he has not seen the effect for the time being.

"What are you doing in a daze, aren't you already hungry?" Fan Ning picked up the sea cucumber skewers and handed a bunch to Luna and An.

The head hunter drooped his bloody palm and walked in front of the three of them. With the other hand, he carefully picked up the gold coin with a clip and returned it to the table. With a pale face, he lowered his head and said:

"I admit it, I will return the gold coins to you, can you teach us how to stop the bleeding?"

"Don't disturb the meal." Fanning pushed the plate with grilled fish and seafood rice balls forward again.

"The money has already been paid, and there is no less. Can you be more polite?"

The faces of the two were suffocated, and the people behind them looked at each other in blank dismay.

Time passed by, watching the two little girls grazing like rabbits and catching the food handed by each other, the two hunters whose hands had been cut off finally panicked.

Even if the wound can't be bandaged, why isn't there any sign of natural solidification?

Maybe up to now, the amount of blood loss is still harmless, but if it continues like this, I'm afraid that my little life will be accounted for here today!
The leader of the blackmailers wept mournfully:
"Don't you need a local as a guide? Where are you going?..."

"Free service, as long as it can help us stop the bleeding."

"We hunters are familiar with the entire Orthos rainforest..."

The last sentence finally made Fanning look up.

Rather than cleaning up a few despicable people who "can't collect it no matter what", it is most important to find someone with strong "business ability" to help you find your way.

"St. Athene's Hospital, do you know where it is?" After Fanning asked, considering some revelations that Poglerich might have conjectured, he added, "It is said that there are many mysterious musical inspirations echoing there? Natural or human? Sounds interesting..."

Unexpectedly, after he finished saying the place name, the hunter showed a look of embarrassment on his face.

"Sir, I'm afraid we don't dare to get too close to this place..."

How can there be any mysterious inspiration?It's almost the same with the "curse of dry soul"!
I make a living by hunting and blackmailing people, but I am not the kind of folklore survey enthusiast. This person seems to be a music collector, and artists really do not behave normally...

"Waiter, come and wash the floor." Fanning frowned suddenly, "Look how dirty the floor of your house is."

The hunter leader finally lowered his head again, seeing the red wine-like blood on the ground being washed away with soapy water by the cleaners, he felt in a trance that he was at the scene of a wild boar slaughter...

Feeling the arms that started to feel a little cold, the two cried even harder:
"We will try our best to bring you to the nearest place, can we? See if we can..."

Upon hearing this, Fan Ning threw a gold coin one size smaller into the crowd in black.

"Dingling." The gold coin fell to the ground without any hindrance, and this group of people faced the gold, hiding faster than bombs, lest they would miss it.

Then he plucked a string of melodious ring finger melodies again, and the faint green ripples oscillated from the G string, peeling off most of the purple light and shadow attached to his palm.

The gauze has been changed, but blood is still dripping, and the speed has slowed down greatly.

"Sir, I feel like it's almost..." the hunter leader said submissively.

"It's almost the same. You shouldn't die until tomorrow." Fan Ning glanced at him, and continued to cut the grilled fish with his head down.

"I'll talk about it later, wait until I have a meal."

What do you mean you can't die tomorrow? ...The backs of the two people who bowed their heads were covered with cold sweat.

Sir, a dripping faucet can be filled with half a bucket in one night... The leader of the hunter thought of this sentence in his heart, but he didn't dare to continue.

After watching the three of them wipe out the things on the table, the musician finally stood up.

"Luna, they don't seem to be interested in money. You put away the two big gold coins and use the small ones for the bill."

What do you mean you are not interested in money? ...Amidst the greedy and fearful eyes of the onlookers, the leader of the hunter hurriedly signaled his subordinates to go ahead and lead the way for this deadly foreigner.

"Ah! How do I get it?" The little girl who witnessed the tragedy of the two hesitated behind her.

"Use your hands. If it's dirty, you can wipe it first." Fanning didn't look back.

Luna, who had unconditional trust in her teacher, finally leaned over to pick it up.

I don't think they cut their hands. Are these people allergic to money... The little girl picked up two 2-pound gold coins on the ground and quickly followed them. Seeing that they were safe, the hotel owner finally picked up the remaining coins 25 pounds.

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The tropical rainforest is like a mysterious territory on an ancient map, an unnamed island in a blank sea, or a dark pit that gradually sinks into the depths from a cliff. To go deep into it creates a shuddering fear.

In the Orthos rain forest, the branches of rubber trees cover the sky and the sun, thick as the hair on the back of a hound. The air in the depths of the night is mixed with the smell of pine resin, dust and cocoa fruit, and the strange heat flow is thick and suffocating.

The hunters wore tight insect-resistant jackets, held on to the torches, and were sweating profusely from the heat.

But the young men and two women who walked in the middle were very comfortable, and the disturbing branches and leaves at low altitudes crackled and broke everywhere they went, and even the two girls holding hands were still wearing long skirts or shorts.

The reason was that the musician sprayed them with some kind of strange potion, but the two leaders whose palms were still bleeding slowly didn't dare to ask.

Judging from the fact that a poisonous snake that attacked him was instantly broken into corpses, and he didn't look back and looked as if nothing had happened, it can be seen that the strength of this musician is more terrifying than those priests.

Even if it wasn't for the wounds still waiting for him to deal with, he didn't have any thoughts of daring to resist at all.

"Are there any large beasts here?" Fan Ning asked suddenly.

This question made the hunter leader look at him in amazement, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether he was looking for inspiration or hunting.

"Rarely, because St. Athene's Hospital is only on the outskirts of the former city, not deep in the tropical rainforest." The leader still asked honestly.

Then he found that the other party seemed to be looking at the bloody wound on his hand, and his expression was full of interest, so he finally knew what the musician meant.

It seems to be curious whether the smell of blood will attract questions like beasts, yes, pure curiosity.

People who do art are crazy... This deflated hunter is completely outraged.

After walking for about an hour, there were suddenly more places with streams and pools. As far as I could see, the slender aquatic plants lay down in pieces in the running water, and they were accompanied by the clear but floating plant debris. Floating like dark green hair falling into the water.

"Chirp Chirp Chirp Chirp..." "Chi Chi Chi Chi..." "Cuckoo Cuckoo..."

Fan Ning heard the overlapping, dense, and silky calls of weak tubes hovering high in the sky.

"What are these, so many birds?" He raised his head in doubt, the rough and scarred branches were dotted with pollen of various colors, and the black shadows of the birds reflected in the mist gathered together, and the clear brilliance of the moonlight. alternately.

Naturally, the sound of birdsong in the rainforest has always been there.

But just now, he suddenly realized that their number and density had gradually risen to an extremely unusual level.

"In the area of ​​the Orthos Rainforest, there are so many birds lingering and gathering, which means that we are approaching the former site of St. Athene's Hospital." The tone of the leader hunter gradually took on a hint of fear, and suddenly his voice was very low. .

"It is said that this is the explicit form of the 'dry soul curse'. These birds are witnesses, faithfully recording all the strange and chaotic things that happened here in history. Any intruder's voice will be regarded as a kind of 'Snooping', they will generously show you what 'you want to spy on', even if people don't have the sanity to accept this knowledge..."

There are many versions of this "curse of dry soul", and this statement is not the same as the previous statement of "a kind of thirst at the soul level"... However, why do I feel that this bird song seems to sound a little different... Fan Ning closed his eyes slightly, and tried to extend the tentacles of inspiration out of the closed circle of the "key" he had built - the latter was what he used to call out to protect the two students when he first heard that it might be a curse.

Listening, he stopped the vibration of the D string and removed the invisible closed circle.

Kind of weird, but not serious enough to warrant protection.

With the powerful dismantling ability in spirituality, Fan Ning unexpectedly discovered that these bird songs are not chaotic!

In other words, the single voice is not, they are all melodies with obvious pitch and rhythm organization, and the reason why they sound airtight is because...there are too many overlapping!
Just imagine hundreds of voices with different melodies stacked together. No matter how beautiful a single melody is, the sound will be "avant-garde" music. After listening to it for a long time, it is true that most people's minds will be damaged.

Fanning tried a random intro-style riff with "Illyrian."

He closed his eyes and listened again.

"Chirp Chirp Chirp Chirp..." "Chi Chi Chi Chi..." "Cuckoo Cuckoo..."

Others thought it was still a messy chirping sound.

But Fanning felt otherwise.

His intuition told him that the sound effect of birdsong may be a little more neat, from about 1000 parts to 800.

"Ann, sing a song, just gently." He thought for a while and said.

"Okay! What do you want to hear?" Miss Nightingale happily agreed to the teacher's request to sing to him.

Fan Ning played the first piece of Schumann's vocal suite "The Poet's Love": the prelude to "In Lovely and Bright May".

The innocent and slightly sentimental melody is woven into a delicate and shining web of soft harmony by the "Illyrian" in his hands. The sixteenth notes flowing from time to time in some voices connect the lovers in spring and wind. The whispers in the middle, and the interweaving of major and minor, are like the fragrance and light and shadow under the shade of lush trees in summer.

Ann clapped lightly and sang:

"In lovely bright May,
When all the buds bloom,

love, then

It grows in me too. "

"In lovely bright May,
When all the birds sing,

i revealed to him

The inner yearning, the longing..."

There are too many songs in "Love of a Poet" and they are very short, only about 1 minute. The same is true for the first song. a feeling of.

This time, apart from the hunters who only thought the girl's singing was moving, Luna and An, who had a stronger sense of music, also heard some subtle changes in the birdsong above.

The chaotic and interlaced state changed a lot, and they even heard a lot of substantive trend fragments, although they disappeared in the vortex of the sound flow in a blink of an eye.

"If there were 1000 to 800 voices before, then the complete performance of this ditty can be regarded as only a dozen works, with [-] or [-] voices crowded together and played at the same time. Very familiar..." Fanning carefully discerned the subtle changes in the birdsong.

"It's a bit of a myth to faithfully record the strange things, but these birds that have grown up from generation to generation seem to have indeed recorded the music that appeared in the past history, or the audio version of the 'historical projection', but the layers are intertwined Mixed, even more chaotic than a dream..."

"It can be sorted out to a certain extent with orderly performance, but there is no strict correspondence. It doesn't mean that I can straighten out track 1 or track 1 with track 2. The way of mapping is generally It's still confusing..."

"This Southern Continent is full of strange things..."

Fan Ning, who had initially figured out where some of the joints were, signaled the hunters to continue to clear the way ahead.

But this time, after only walking a few dozen steps, Fan Ning suddenly slowed down, and a novel but feasible idea popped up in his mind:
"When we arrive at St. Athene's Hospital, we will definitely need to search for some traces of Viern's activities, and there is a high probability that we will use Joan's guidance to adopt some retrospective secrets..."

"If it is said that these birds have recorded all the music that has ever happened for generations, then, whether the abbreviated audition of the "Prelude" by Masters Viern and Tone in the form of piano + guitar duet will be included in the time when Saint Asia Among the birdsong near Cutney Hospital?"

"In this way, is it possible to 'purify' that part of the music by making some changes to the retrospective mystery? Then I will know what the "Prelude" whose score was taken away by the Special Inspection Office is. Already!..."