The correct posture to kill a rival

Ye Qilu suddenly realized the problem, and he looked at Yi Yunshu with a very strange look.

"Is that you?" Ye Qilu asked bluntly.

Yi Yunshu, who had already closed his eyes and was about to sleep, woke up - he sat up wrapped in the bedding, looked at Ye Qilu for a few seconds, and said calmly and calmly, "Go get your guitar."

Ye Qilu opened the closet again, and took out the guitar from the bottom shelf.

"This one was brought back from England by a friend the year before last." Yi Yunshu changed into a more comfortable position - leaning on the quilt like an old man, "The red cotton that is popular now is completely different from it. grade."

Ye Qilu climbed onto the bed with the guitar and sat opposite Yi Yunshu. He frowned suspiciously, "Why did you give away such a good guitar? Are you afraid that it will be folded in my hand?"

Yi Yunshu grabbed his chest with his hands, "Then why did you save me from Captain Zou's men?"

Ye Qilu didn't expect Yi Yunshu to join his army instead.

Yeah, why?

"Actually, people are alive, so there are so many whys. We are not "One Hundred Thousand Whys." Yi Yunshu changed from scratching his chest to grabbing his neck, and said lazily, "At that moment, I wanted to do that. It's just a matter."

Ye Qilu let out a long breath.

Then he plucked lightly with his fingers on the strings.

The guitar played.

He played his original ditty - exactly the chords on the guitar tab.

After playing a song, Ye Qilu looked at Yi Yunshu pretending to be normal.

Although he looked calm on the surface, he was still eager to hear Yi Yunshu's evaluation in his heart.

The sound of the guitar still surrounds the two of them.

After a few seconds.

Yi Yunshu gave a formal sentence to Ye Qilu who was waiting: "Don't misunderstand the guitar—" He changed his posture again, "Something like guitar score is at most just a textbook. The score is dead , But people are alive. The charm of music lies in improvisation, and many chords are changed without following the score, but it is a stroke of genius—like the one you just played, I think there are various ways of playing—"

Yi Yunshu sat up straight and stretched out his hand to Ye Qilu.

Ye Qilu tacitly handed the guitar he was holding to Yi Yunshu.

Yi Yunshu took the guitar, fiddled with the knobs a few times, adjusted the tuning, then picked up the guitar skillfully, and moved it with his nimble fingers.

After Ye Qilu heard Yi Yunshu play the first note, he couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or some other emotion.

Because the style of music he played was contrary to what the great master played before.

At that time, the master was fresh and literary, strong and fierce—Ye Qilu felt that he could not stand against him no matter what, and even he had a feeling that if he practiced hard for two years, he would still be pressed and rubbed on the ground by the other party, and he would not be able to beat him at all. There is no resistance.

But Yi Yunshu is different, his style of music is much more approachable than the previous masters - basically he came from the score.

Is there really someone out there?

It wasn't until the song entered section c that Ye Qilu suddenly realized.

It's not that Yi Yunshu's level is not as good as the master's, but that he is teaching him!

"The first one, change it to g/c chord here—"

Yi Yunshu played while talking.

After the first chord ended, he ignored section ab and played section c again.

"The second type—"

Ye Qilu was amazed.

"The third type—"

Ye Qilu is amazing x2

"The fourth—"

Ye Qilu is amazing x3

"The fifth—"

Ye Qilu is amazing x4

"The sixth—"

Yi Yunshu's left hand switched back and forth quickly, which can be said to be dazzling, like a butterfly wearing flowers.

This is no longer breathtaking!

"Damn it!" Ye Qilu's eyes sparkled, "The last moment was amazing, how did you practice?"

"Look, the guitar is so amazing." Yi Yunshu put down the guitar and laughed at the same time, "I just tried to play the last one, but the last one is actually the simplest, but you are the most surprised by it."

Ye Qilu tilted his head.

the easiest? ? ?

"That's called Shadowless Hand, and some people call it Butterfly Hand." Yi Yunshu lifted the quilt and lay down, "It's almost like the technique of tapping and picking strings. It looks fancy and powerful, but it's better than the previous ones. It's much simpler. I think Wuyingshou should not be called "playing skills", but "performance skills". It's not easy, and it's not difficult."

Ye Qilu took the guitar and tried it, not to mention the shadowless hand, the fingers on his left hand were almost unknotted.

"Don't pursue those fancy things." Yi Yunshu tugged at the quilt, "Let's practice the basics first."

Ye Qilu, who was already sleepy enough to yawn, was extremely excited now.

Sure enough, as Yi Yunshu said, the guitar is amazing!

Ye Qilu tugged Yi Yunshu, the two of them made eye contact, Ye Qilu pressed his palms together to his lower lip, and eagerly asked, "Can you teach me?"

"..." Yi Yunshu looked at Ye Qilu expressionlessly, pretended to think about it, and then frowned, "I'm sorry, I don't want to take in an apprentice."

"Go!" Ye Qilu kicked Yi Yunshu with disgust on his face, "I'll go find someone else."

"Who do you want to teach you?" Yi Yunshu turned around with great interest, and faced Ye Qilu face to face, and gave him a few choices: "Old He? Yang Pingke? Li Beihou? Or some unnamed master? "

"Why should I tell you?" Ye Qilu kicked Yi Yunshu lightly again, "There are many great gods in this world, you are not the only one, okay?"

"oh, I see--"

Yi Yunshu repeated what he said before, with a meaningful smile on his face.

"sleep."

Ye Qilu turned off the light.

Even though he didn't sleep for a few hours, Ye Qilu still got up on time at six o'clock in the morning.

I don't know when Yi Yunshu rolled into his bed.

The two big boys were wrapped in a quilt that was tightly wrapped, and the other quilt was left alone and no one cared about it.

Just cover it, squeeze it up a little.Ye Qilu didn't care about this kind of thing, the two boys are not girls, so it's good that they don't affect their sleep.

Ye Qilu put on his clothes and opened the door of the house.

The heavy rain last night has stopped.

The rain-washed yard looks brand new.

Ye Qilu finished washing with the fastest speed.

Before leaving, he shook Yi Yunshu who was lying on the bed, and said: "I'm going to school, remember to lock the door when you leave, the lock is hanging behind the gate."

"Hmm..." Yi Yunshu muttered in a daze.

Ye Qilu put on his schoolbag and guitar and went out.

Every day belonging to Ye Qilu is basically always——

Attend classes, read books, take exams, do homework, and practice guitar after evening self-study.

And so, day after day.

A week passed, and the great god still did not appear.

After school on Friday, Ye Qilu stayed at school to finish his guitar practice, and then went home by bike.

When he arrived at the intersection of Zhushikou, he parked his bicycle at the door of Laohe Douzhier's shop.

Ye Qilu laughed and shouted at the door: "Uncle He!"

"Yo~ Forked Road~" Old He's voice came from the shop, "Come and play a game of chess with Uncle He, these boys have no strength to restrain the chicken, and the food is home!"

"Okay." Ye Qilu responded and walked into the bean juice shop.

There were no customers in the shop, Lao He was facing the door, and there were two men sitting opposite him at the table, all three of them focused their eyes on the chessboard on the table.

Hearing the conversation between Ye Qilu and Lao He, the two turned their heads abruptly.

At the same time, Ye Qilu stopped, and the smile on his face froze.

"Oh, hello~" One of them, who looked like a bum, sneered, "So you are Ye Qilu."

The smile from the heart turned into a fake smile, Ye Qilu sneered fearlessly: "So what?"

The other boy had long hair and single, thin eyes. He stood up, picked up the guitar that was leaning against the wall, and walked in front of Ye Qilu, just like the time before——

Handing the guitar in front of Ye Qilu, he said in one simple word: "Play!"

"Xiaohui, pull it down quickly~" The little bastard turned around, crossed his legs, and said with disdain: "If this Ye Qilu is the one that Brother Bei said, then I can only say that Brother Bei is also mistaken." When—” he changed his leg and snorted coldly, “is he still a guitar genius? Don’t make me laugh out loud. He practiced piano in front of the National Cultural Palace. Yue is a completely new rookie, and she is also a cowardly rookie who doesn't even dare to be a qin."

Yes, these two boys, one is the one that Ye Qilu and Di Fei met in the game hall before, who asked Ye Qilu to play the piano, and the other played the piano and danced thunderbolt in front of the National Cultural Palace, and was kicked severely by Ye Qilu later. kicked.

"What did you just say? Tell me again!"

Ye Qilu's voice was not loud, and he still had a perfect smile on his face, but he conveyed completely opposite emotions from his aura and words.