Cultivation System Lv.2

Lu Xiuchen hesitated for a moment before replying: "There is a piece of music in my mind, and I want to reproduce it."

Qiu Muyun raised his eyebrows in surprise, he didn't expect this reason, but: "You have already learned the music score, even if you can't play it yourself, you can write the score. As long as you write it, I can Teach you how to reproduce it perfectly."

"It's not a complete piece of music, just a few very... very comfortable fragments, and I can't be sure that the sound is really made by the flute."

"It's probably like this..." Lu Xiuchen raised his hand slightly, his pale fingertips condensed with light blue aura, wrote a series of smooth words in the air, and wrote a paragraph in the form of a manual scale that looks very beautiful tune.

"...?!" Qiu Muyun blinked to suppress the shock in his heart, for a moment he didn't know what to say.

That is his song, created by him, his favorite song in this life, and the song that entrusts all his thoughts and memories of his previous life.It was supposed to be a piano piece, and the violin would do, but in the end it could only be a piece for flute, and of course it could be a piece for wood flute.

Only after the system upgrade, Qiu Muyun only played it intermittently a few times in ancient times.He never expected that Lu Xiuchen would remember, shouldn't he be practicing seriously at that time, how could he overhear his music.He obviously just played casually, and didn't incorporate a trace of aura.

And what did Lu Xiuchen mean by bringing up this song at this time, he found that he and Gu Jishiyan were probably the same person?Is this a long-lost temptation?Or a mere coincidence?

Lu Xiuchen waited patiently for Qiu Muyun's answer, the aura condensed on his fingertips, and the blue words in the air were still clearly displayed.He has also read a lot of scores in recent months, and of course he knows how different the piece he wrote is.

Since five years ago, because of a boy named Qiu Fei, he accidentally remembered the fragments of getting along with Gu Ji Shiyan in this life, that inconceivably handsome Gu Xiu with a remnant soul often suddenly appeared in his mind.The memory that should have gradually become blurred due to the passage of time also inexplicably became clearer and clearer.

A voice suddenly appeared in the memory that had been on the screen three months ago. The melodious, slightly sad, and warm tune made him very nostalgic.So when he happened to see the bamboo flute on Luo Lingxi's waist, Lu Xiuchen felt that he could try to reproduce that song by himself.

It's just that although the idea is good, the reality is cruel.Lu Xiuchen never knew that rhythm is such a tangled thing. He can understand the music score and appreciate the quality of the rhythm, but he just can't play any piece of music smoothly.

"It's really a rare piece of music. Judging from the tone of this short section, it seems that the instrument playing this piece is really not a flute." Qiu Muyun seemed to analyze it seriously.

Lu Xiuchen nodded slightly, and asked again: "Then can you play it with the flute first? That's it, the first part is fine."

"...I'll try." Qiu Muyun took out his waist to pretend to be an ordinary bamboo flute, Tianyin flute, and sighed involuntarily with Shenhuang in his heart, but the movements in his hands didn't stop at all.

He held the flute to his lips, first tried a few syllables slightly, and then began to play while looking at the score in the air.

The score in front of him is the most familiar piece in his life, but now he has to act like he is not proficient, which is really much more difficult than playing it proficiently.Qiu Muyun was paying attention not to accidentally blow out the content that was not written on the score, while carefully observing Lu Xiuchen's expression.

Lu Xiuchen closed his eyes the moment he thought of the flute sound, his expression at this moment was not that kind of meaningful temptation, nor was it that kind of calm and calm.

He was just... very relaxed, with traces of nostalgia between his brows and eyes, as if he had been immersed in a certain memory along with the sound of the flute, and although that memory could not be reproduced, it was clearly a peaceful and beautiful memory.Because the corners of Lu Xiuchen's mouth were slightly raised, as if forming a natural smile.

But that smile still couldn't appear on his lips in the end, because Qiu Muyun stopped after the first verse.

At the same time as the sound of the flute stopped abruptly, Lu Xiuchen suddenly opened his eyes, looking at Qiu Muyun as if he was looking at a long gone phantom through him.

"..." Qiu Muyun didn't want to know whether Lu Xiuchen was thinking of something in the future or something in the past. In short, he had better not be thinking about "him".

Because if Lu Xiuchen looks at him with such an expression again, Qiu Muyun doesn't know if he will slap him to death, or if he will slap him to death sometime in the future, he won't be able to slap him instead.

"It's not pure flute sound, but... well, forget it. Let's go back."

When Qiu Muyun and Lu Xiuchen returned to their residence at the east corner of Qianhu Lake in Yinyuan, Lu Xiuchen had completely returned to normal.They had a lot of detailed discussions on today's fighting techniques throughout the day, because Qiu Muyun and Lu Xiuchen are actually single-attribute monks, so it is inevitable that there will be some sympathy for the use and understanding of single-attribute spells.

This resonance makes them very fond of discussing this kind of issues with each other, because they can always get inspiration from each other's words, which may be a slight flash of fire, or it may be a sudden enlightenment.

It's just that neither of the two who fell into a deep and tacit discussion found that the topics they talked about had unknowingly far exceeded the limitations of Jin Danqi.

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One month later, in the center of the main peak of the three mountains in the inner door of the Hanshan School, on the huge square that could accommodate hundreds of thousands of people, thirty temporary arenas were distributed among them, and the spiritual light of the formation and the light of the magic technique complemented each other.

Lu Xiuchen stood alone on a ring, and his opponent had already been picked out of the ring by him.At this moment, he was waiting for another opponent to appear.

To be honest, he was a little surprised by the level of the foundation-building disciples of the Hanshan School, but now he is equivalent to having the aura reserve of the Jindan stage and the fighting skills of the monks of the foundation stage, and he is basically invincible. It was gone in a flash.

So three days later, when Lu Xiuchen stood on the center stage of the final final, he was still so calm and breezy, completely unmoved by external objects.

However, his opponent was far less indifferent than Lu Xiuchen. The male cultivator who looked less than thirty had a gloomy face, and the ferocity in his brows made his supposedly handsome appearance very ferocious.

Like Lu Xiuchen, he didn't say a word, and the two just nodded slightly. When the Jindan monk who supervised the battle activated the formation barrier, the long sword in Lu Xiuchen's hand rose into the air, turning into a faint blue sword shadow Straight into the opponent's deathbed.

"—Ding!" There was a crisp impact, and the blue long sword retreated with one blow.

The gloomy monk was not seriously injured as Lu Xiuchen thought.Lu Xiuchen let out a light gasp, his whole body was filled with aura, the dry air around him immediately became sticky and humid, a large piece of crystal white mist rose from the ground, and the temperature dropped to an unbelievable level in just a few breaths.

The gloomy cultivator, whose eyes were still horrified, covered his chest with a pale complexion, sacrificed three defensive magic weapons in one breath, and then let out a slow breath.

But before he was really relieved, the azure blue light struck again, and there were countless fine silver threads closely following Jian Guang's side, smashing the three layers of defense just sacrificed like a violent storm.

The shattering of the magic weapon caused the aura in the gloomy monk's body to surge endlessly, but before he could make up his mind to take out his hole card, a blue streamer barely stopped less than half an inch away from the center of his eyebrows.

The blade did not reach his body, but the sharp sword energy had pierced the gloomy monk's pale skin.The wound was not shallow, but strangely, there was no trace of blood flowing out, but a little bit of fluorescent light flickered instead.

Lu Xiuchen retracted his sword and turned around, turning calmly to look at the Golden Core cultivator outside the barrier.

The corner of the Jindan cultivator's mouth twitched slightly, he directly opened the barrier, flew to the side of the gloomy cultivator, and immediately discovered that this unlucky fellow was completely covered in a thin layer of ice. I really don't know if he was frozen. Stiff, or simply lost consciousness.

"The winner, Lu Xiuchen. The top of the list of foundation building battles has come out, and this foundation building competition is over." The voice of the Jindan monk spread throughout the square, and countless monks watching the final battle looked at each other, and they couldn't believe the final. It ended so easily.

But the inner sect deacon who supervised the battle said so, no matter how hard they dare to believe it, this is the result of this big competition.

Ignoring everyone's comments in the audience, the Golden Core cultivator walked up to Lu Xiuchen, not only handed him an exquisite golden token, but also took out several sound transmission symbols, and stuffed them into Lu Xiuchen's hands.

"With this token, you can go to any small building to receive the rewards for this big competition. These sound transmission symbols were sent to me by the three landlords and the two pavilion masters, and asked me to hand them over to you. Don't worry about it." Be in a hurry to reply, and don’t be in a hurry to choose. The token at the top of the Baizhan list has a one-month access to the core disciple level information. You’d better go to the Baixiu Book Pavilion to learn about the exercises of the elders who sent you letters. Traits, even personality preferences."

Lu Xiuchen nodded, took the token and the sound transmission talisman and put them in the storage bag.

"You...Your personality, hey, forget it, I'll just say a little more. If none of the pavilion masters you want to learn as a teacher, you can read more information and choose a few that you think you can get along with. If you come down, it can also help you. Send the sound transmission talisman directly. Just drop the imprint of this token on the sound transmission talisman, and your sound transmission talisman can be sent to any landlord or pavilion master. Of course, you can send it It’s hard to say whether they will read it, and whether they will pay attention to you after reading it. But this token is really good, and you can know all its functions and permissions after refining it.”

Lu Xiuchen continued to nod without saying a word, glanced at the Golden Core cultivator beside him, and then looked at Qiu Muyun who was huddled in the crowd not far below the ring.

Qiu Muyun pointed to the teleportation array not far away, turned around and left there.

Noticing Lu Xiuchen's absent-mindedness, the Golden Core cultivator secretly sighed for the character of this little junior, but didn't say anything, just patted Lu Xiuchen's shoulder, "Let's go, get out of here, or those people below will surround you It's hard to move an inch."