What about my piano?

What about my big piano?

Was my equipment given to Mao?

It wasn't until the furious Huai poetry picked up the bracelet and carefully examined it that he could see the vague outline of the cello from the amber adorned on that bracelet.

Surprise is this?

We made your cello a specimen and put it in amber. Are you surprised or surprised?

With such a trace of trust in the association, Huai Shi followed the instructions on the back of the note and buckled the bracelet-with a click, Yan Si was snugly attached to Huai Shi's arm.

Is formed by twisting four or five millimeters of iron rings. At first glance, it looks like a watch.

The section on the back of the hand is inlaid with a square amber, and the logo of the Hell Union Music Association is imprinted on the front, but after the alchemy transformation, the hardness is amazing.

Huai Shi can even use this thing as an ultra-small shield if he has confidence in his skills.

Although it is very easy to see how to play, it looks like a whole village eating.

The position of Amber can be turned over, and after turning over, the delicate outline of the violin is revealed.

Said on the note, inject the source.

So Huai poetry infused the source.

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

Huai Shi subconsciously took a tactical back posture, and then saw a huge violin flying out of it, catching in a hurry.

Is not heavy, it is better to say ... unexpected lightness.

For a time Huaishi didn't stop the car, almost fell to the sky.

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 with the moment when the four fingers of Huai Shi rested on the piano board. Out.

He felt the deep rhythm of cello breathing.

He soon reacted, it was his own breath, his source and his senses rushed on the body of the cello, his heartbeat echoed in the resonance cavity of the cello.

Is still a familiar shape and a touch that has not been changed too much, but it seems that the inside has been reborn and has become completely different.

When Huai Shi pulled the string gently and the first note flowed out, it seemed that a slender aftertone flew in the air and echoed in his body.

"Do you want to try playing?"

I do n’t know when the old man at the door smiled and presented a music score: "The concert hall is ready to use."

"Huh? Isn't this asking for money?"

After receiving the music score, Huai Shi felt that the ancient source contained therein was undoubtedly the precious movement collected by the Association. Huai Shi had seen the exchange price list, and each one was expensive enough for him to cry.

But each one has a huge attraction, making him bite his teeth, wandering between krypton gold and saving money.

"This is the next collection, not in the association's collection." The manager asked with a smile: "If you don't mind multiple listeners, can you let me accept your playing skills?"

"Isn't it meaningful to play such a thing because there is an audience?"

Huai Shi also smiled.

"So, it's rude to be under."

The manager nodded and snapped his fingers.

In a flash, Huai Shi's eyes were already sitting on the stage.

The old manager changed into a dress and sat dignifiedly in the front seat, looking forward to it, looking forward to the performance.

"Please start, Mr. Huai Shi."

Then, there was a beam of light hitting Huai Shi's head, illuminating the place where he was, and the windless automatic music score on the shelf.

-Edgar "cello concerto in E minor"

"It always feels difficult."

Huai Shi took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and stared at the movement on the score that seemed to come to life.

Subconsciously, the finger moved.

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

Had never even read the spectrum carefully, almost like sight reading, and the finger reacted at the first moment that the eyes saw.

Huai Shi himself has not reacted.

Because he has focused on forgetting himself.

It seemed that the body was empty in an instant, discarding any miscellaneous thoughts. In this state like meditation, the body moved instinctively and smoothly played the first movement in the surge of the source.

Immediately afterwards, countless phantom violinists slowly emerged from behind him, bowed their heads, and provided a perfect accompaniment for this performance.

Follows the melody of Huai Shi.

Their remnant spirits are guided by the notes of the cello, just like the flowing water into this gradually tragic and melancholy movement.

"It's so beautiful ..."

Subconsciously, the manager leaned forward and wanted to get closer.

Both eyes sparkled.

Seemed to be intoxicated by this melody as if it were burning flames.

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

The old man grabbed the armrest excitedly, but he tried to restrain himself desperately, not to crush the armrest.

Is such a melody, such a performance, what I have been longing for?

Isn't it because he was intoxicated with the beauty of art that was almost from hell, did he serve the association in order to always be able to hear such an outstanding performance?

It's too sad, but it's too beautiful.

Such a melody ... No matter how many times you listen, you ca n’t hear enough!

Now, a deep and mournful sound of the piano came to him from the stage, like a parting hug, with sweet sadness, holding his hands tightly.

Yu Yin spread from the bone marrow.

The sound of the piano gradually increased, and it climbed rapidly since the roundabout. After a short pause, the low horn and clarinet sound burst out from the sad aftertone.

Then, the violent cello sound revived and turned into a tide, engulfing the entire concert hall in it.

The majestic and solemn performance begins!

In the rushing melody, Huai Shi bowed his head, holding the bow of his hand, and controlled the mighty torrent.

In the pure performance, the source of the soul burst out, brewing and colliding from the resonance cavity of the piano body, and finally formed a subtle qualitative change.

It was a combination of countless mixed vitality in his blood and ashes in his source.

Along with the melody, the sacred mark of the mountain ghost is in a high melody.

Innumerable abyssal vitality is constantly transformed in this sad cello music, as if it can be transformed at will, from flowers and plants to trees, and from trees to vines, and from beginning to end, until the end, the original abyssal vitality seems to be recreated Over again.

No matter the quantity or shape of each other, there is a subtle change.

They completed the balance accurately in the movement, and harmoniously combined with each other in one place, forming a complete abyss plant ecosystem.

Grows vigorously.

The sacred marks of mountain ghosts are continuously extracting the ashes of Huai poetry, drawing nutrients from the darkness and death of the ghost, and the power of life germinates.

After the cold winter passed, flowers bloomed on the spring field.

Never felt such a harmonious feeling. When Huai Shi returned to the advanced stage again, he turned into countless plants, rooted in the soil and rocks, and sprouted.

Regardless of the spring, summer, autumn and winter, cold eyes overlook all the sad changes in the world.

Gazed quietly in the dry glory.

Until time goes by, he wakes up from his dream and is immersed in the aftertone.

Took a long breath.

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

"Thank you for your performance, Mr. Huai Shi."

The administrator slowly got up and bowed to the players on the stage to pay tribute: "A wonderful performance is worth a visit."

"Take this as a return for your warm hospitality in the past few days." Huai Shiji nodded stubbornly: "It should be said that I am grateful for the gratitude."

Seems to have experienced a fierce battle, exhausted, and lack of quality.

But the spirit is unexpectedly full.

Radiant.

After playing it for a long time, his **** was not rusty. On the cello that has completed the transformation, it is like a fish, and his skills are advancing by leaps and bounds.

I don't know whether it was a long period of precipitation that entered the explosion period, or whether the feelings over this period of time made him grasp the charm of this chapter of the score, and the performance was even more amazing than he thought.

The feedback from is even more terrible.

【Cello playing LV15】

【Sword Art · Performance Method LV13】

This wave of experience is too fat. For a long time, the skills of cello playing without movement have been directly improved by more than half of the level and placed in the current situation. Huai Shi is estimated to be able to win the prize.

Even took the advantage of swordsmanship and playing method, and the breakthrough of the rising of the ship to the first and a half, it is not the same as today.

In addition to his own feelings, I am afraid that it is the effect of this movement.

An etude?

Manuscripts hand-written by the passing musicians, which engrave the source of the condensed imprint of the transformation from the exquisite art, forming the effect of relics near the border.

Huai Shi carefully held the movement that had begun to turn yellow and curled up, and handed it back.

This time the bargain is too much.

The use of movements has a limited number of times. After being eaten by Huai Shi, I am afraid that the effect will be greatly reduced and it will not be used a few times.

The manager didn't pick it up, but just smiled: "A piece of music collected by accident is not very useful for the next, after all ... the next is just the audience, it can only play a role in the hands of those who really love it. , Isn't it? "

He said, "If you are not satisfied, you will play for me a few times next time."

"Thank you for your kindness and gratitude."

Huai Shi didn't refuse anymore, and put away the movement with gratitude.

"You seem to have a few visitors." The administrator looked back at the direction of the door. "The next time, it's inconvenient to disturb. Let's retreat."

His figure slowly dissipated.

Suddenly, Huai Shi returned to the lounge again.

There is a knock on the door ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ I did n’t bother you with your performance, right? "

Ai Qing outside the door looked at his calm look: "Is there any new insight?"

"A little progress."

Huai Shi wanted to prop up his body, but his hands were soft, and then he felt his weakness and fatigue.

Didn't just come to Ai Qing, but also other guests who came here together.

Huai Shi saw the horse face sublimator leaning against the wall, and suddenly he suddenly said: "Ah, you are not the one ... the one ... the abacus!"

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

Looked like a hairdresser at the head of the village, he flicked the soft horse's face. The long-lost cast iron army cadre took care of Huai Shi: "I am here mainly as a tool person, please don't care."

"Everyone is a tool person." Huai Shi nodded in sympathy: "Everyone is a tool person. Be sure to get along well later."

Ai Qing glanced at both of them after they greeted each other: "The old is over? It seems that I don't need to introduce it again. I will give you the opportunity to exchange experiences later ... Next, let's introduce A few other helpers who came here specially. "

She gave way to reveal the guests in the corridor.

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