musicians of old

Chapter 671 Dancer Su Luo
"Hmm? Very good, I'd like to see--"

The man on the left side of the main judges' seat had a gloomy expression on his face. He ignored the "flower-touched person" who was trying to explain and waved his hand to indicate.

The two investigators who were dozing off in the row behind him stood up and walked quickly towards the seat where the voice came from.

It's far away from the center stage, close to the edge.

As he walked, the drinkers passing by on both sides showed fear and moved the seats under them inward. For a moment, the only sound in the top-floor lobby was the sound of the investigator's leather shoes and the "clacking" sound of stools and chairs hitting the ground.

But the drinkers' eyes were still stealing glances towards the corner where the sound came from.

Whispers gradually began to be heard among the braver members of the crowd.

"This person's words are venting, but if he offends the authorities, he may be in trouble next time."

"I don't think so. He must have drunk too much. The authorities won't bother with drunkards, right? Just give him a lesson and kick him out, and that's it. But if he is an artist himself."

"If you're put on record, you're doomed! I'm afraid you won't have a chance to get out of this life!"

Everyone was talking about it, but they felt that something seemed to be wrong.

The two investigators gradually disappeared into the table at the dim edge of the bar.

then
Why can't I see anyone?
No more movement?

"Someone who knows? His rank seems to be quite high?"

The middle-aged man sitting on the main judges' seat slowly stood up from his seat and turned around, narrowing his eyes and looking at the faint figure in the corner at the end of his field of vision.

"First, we have to rule out one possibility: a member of a secret organization who is tired of living and jumps out to die." The middle-aged man sneered, "Otherwise, if a secret believer dares to jump in a place like this, our Bishop Calestini will first conduct a security review on behalf of the Temple."

After all, this is a public place. He calmed down and adjusted his self-restraint and emotions as a big shot, and at the same time released his due dignity: "So, which official organization are you from? Are you dissatisfied with the 'potential artist' selection system promoted by the discussion group? You are also an artist? So, you should be aware of the consequences of your remarks. I'll give you a chance to come here and clarify. I'm the leader of the sixth inspection team of the discussion group and the chief inspector of the Special Patrol Department—"

"No, stop, stop."

A hand stretched out from the dim light in the distance.

"I have a lot of things to think about right now. I'm not interested in your name. Don't take up my brain space."

The whole audience was in complete silence, but those with high sensitivity had already noticed that the big shot on the judges' panel was probably on the verge of a volcanic eruption!

But the man was still speaking slowly, but some people suddenly felt that the characteristics of this voice seemed familiar! ——

“Yeah, the guitar player.”

"Your creative level is more than enough to get a 'Blade Holder'. Your talent for counterpoint and sensitivity to bass writing are your advantages. Do you understand? Your most important problem right now is self-confidence. What do they know about art? Just treat what they say as bullshit."

"As for your more specific questions, I do have them. Well, let me think about it. Don't be so timid about the chord tones, high overlapping intervals, the use of 11th and 13th degrees, and the setting of pan-tonality. Don't be so timid and keep thinking about 'reasonable preparation' and 'reasonable solution'. It's the 916th year of the new calendar now. What are you afraid of? Just use them! And throw them away after use! Look, just like the structure you started from bar 55 just now -"

In the dim corner, the figure seemed to change his sitting position slightly, and then the silhouette of a guitar emerged from the side of his body!

"Ding ding dong dong~" "Ding ding dong dong~"

A series of modern and psychedelic guitar chord plucking sounds begin!
The guitar composer standing timidly on the stage was stunned!

The sound coming from the other party's fingertips.
A beam of magical strong light shone directly into his skull, solving all the doubts and knots that had troubled him for years!
"There is also the use and deformation of rhythmic patterns. Well, you don't have to be so rigid, you know? Make it more complex and dynamic. If there are places where the processing doesn't feel right, you can move the position of the strong beat, or simply 'dig' out a few rests. Well, this is a bit abstract, just look at my hands."

"Damn it, is your light bulb broken?"

There was a clacking and pulling sound, and the music stopped abruptly twice, as if the player had freed his hands twice.

"Boss, go and adjust the light bulb!"

“Boss, Boss!?”

Some people hurried around to invite people to come.

But it was harmless. The music clips that had been slightly adjusted and rewritten in a few places were now flowing in the bar with a completely different quality. After half a minute, brighter colored lights finally shone on the seats in this dim corner - "Wow!!!"

The onlookers were stunned.

Then, fierce cheers suddenly broke out from all directions!!
Apart from the two investigators who seemed to be drunk and sleeping soundly on the table.
This is a young man with melancholy blue eyes and a thin stubble on his face. At this moment, the first two buttons of his white cotton shirt are open. He holds an "Illyrian" guitar in his hands and is playing the strings in a carefree manner. His long flowing hair flutters in the wind!

"It's Scheler!" "Classical guitar master Scheler is back!"

"Shele, the King of Love Songs!" "The 'Poet of Fragrant Flowers' still favors us!"

It was under Fanning's control that "Shele" completed his transformation and growth and returned to the Southern Continent!
The crowd suddenly became agitated and started to stand up and leave one after another. Some were clinking their glasses and cheering, some were beating their chests and stamping their feet, and some were hugging each other.

"I'm not dreaming, am I?"

"Could it be fake?"

There were also some people who were skeptical and rushed over directly, surrounded Fan Ning, and looked him up and down!

Among them were several "flower-touched people" from the remnants of the Fragrant Temple.

"In the past two years, several people claiming to be 'Sheler' have appeared in various parts of the southern continent. There are also similar scenes of people suddenly appearing in the corner of a bar."

"Don't be ridiculous! Can you open your eyes and look at that guitar? This is Scheller!! This is really Scheller!!"

The personnel of the Special Patrol Office were also shocked.

"The bard Shele showed up!? He's really not dead!?"

After a long time, a mixed expression of joy and worry gradually appeared on the face of the leader of the inspection team.

It is a bit embarrassing, but today's farce ended in a very reasonable and justifiable way.

Sheler's status in all aspects is probably higher than mine, and his strength is hard to say. I won't completely lose face.

Many artists who had not been heard from in the past few years appeared at this Harvest Art Festival.
As expected, we still have to rely on this platform with special appeal.
Overall, it's good news! The leader has been tracking down the whereabouts of the wreckage of the "Red Pool" and the various secrets that happened in the "cracking field" later. Moreover, there is one more quasi-"New Moon" level artist, and one more backup candidate for the top.
But whether it was the relationship back then or the relationship now, there are indeed some unpleasant flaws.
"Mr. Schechele." The young girl who was the last to perform on stage couldn't help but speak, because she saw the guitarist who had just received priceless guidance was now kneeling down in the direction of Schechele.

She was a ballerina with a pretty face and a slender figure. She was wearing a rose-colored dress and high heels, with a traditional southern wreath on her head, flower petals on her thighs, and light makeup on her face, with a slight blush left over from dancing.

"My name is Su Luo. You just said that both of us should have the same level of accomplishment as the 'Blade Wielder', right? You just said... Then may I ask if there is anything you can do for me?"

The dancer Su Luo had a look of eager anticipation on her face.

Hearing this, Fan Ning looked over and looked her up and down.

Look at it very, very carefully.

The southern girl was not shy at all. She continued to look him in the eye and showed her body generously.

"Very good, very good."

Fan Ning recalled the other party's dancing posture before, and then thought about his own operation plan for "Sheler" next. He became more and more satisfied and couldn't help but praise it.

"Mr. Scheele, you just said that we all..."

The dancer Su Luo called out again.

The superiors of the inspection team had just denounced her style as "barbaric" and "foolish", which still made her feel a little uneasy. Could she really hope to reach the threshold of "Blade Wielder"?
"Oh, you're not the same guy who plays guitar."

As everyone was staring at him, Fan Ning, who was sitting under the colorful lights, came back to his senses.

He picked up the cocktail on the table and took a gulp.

"Why do they know nothing about art? You are at least a 'forged lion'."