Chapter 581 Singing

  If this thing is used as an alarm clock, it will really work. Anyone who hears it will jump up and fight against the alarm clock, and wake up very quickly.

  Yinxian Shennian suspects that Jiang Li's rhythm level is actually very poor, but she thinks about it, even if this kind of ugly piece is played randomly, it is impossible to hear it to such a degree.

  Maybe this monk did it on purpose, doing the opposite, and creating ugly tunes.

   Yinxian Shennian boldly guessed that this is a master of the way of rhythm, and he can't hide it.

  Yinxian Shennian made Jiang Li pass the first test.

  Yinxian Shennian is still very tolerant to monks. As long as she is serious about creating and not plagiarizing like the first one, she can pass most of the tests.

  "The Yin Immortal often laments that the melody is easy to compose, but a bosom friend is hard to find. Sometimes not to mention a bosom friend, two monks who practice temperament can't even understand each other. It's a pity that the elegant way of rhythm is full of hostility. This second test, the theme is cooperation and understanding. It is to let you pair up in pairs, one composes the music, and the other sings. The content of the lyrics must be related to the things around you."

   "Preparation time, one and a half hours."

   "Let's form a temporary team?" Jiang Li moved closer to Yuyin, and Ruyi Gourd shook his head quickly when he saw it, joking, "You can't form a team with anyone."

  Furthermore, if the owner has no one to form a team, he can form a team with me.

  Yuyin pressed the very assertive Ruyi gourd, and said lightly: "If you have to ask, it's fine."

  Yuyin continued to ask: "Will you be in charge of composing music or singing?"

   "Compose the music, I just dabbled in the way of rhythm, and I can't sing very well." Jiang Li said, he had only practiced for five hundred years, and for Shouyuan in the Mahayana period, he was indeed just dabbling.

   "Really, I remember that you can sing well, the old man is full of praise for you." Yu Yin glanced at Jiang Li, with a smile in the corner of his eyes.

   "It's all the love of the old man." Jiang Li didn't even blush when he said this.

  Yuyin remembered that it had not been long before the three of them became candidates for the Human Emperor. The two great gods, Jiang Li and Bai Hongtu, had already shown their quick thinking ability in the Human Emperor's test.

  At that time, the old emperor did not regret letting these two grandsons be candidates for the emperor.

   It coincided with a grand festival, and the two accompanied the lonely old man Huang to celebrate the festival, and Yuyin followed behind.

  At that time, the lanterns were bright and colorful, and the festive atmosphere was very strong. Even the prices of goods rose by 60%.

  The old man laughed heartily when he saw that Jiang Li and Bai Hongtu, who were particularly noisy on weekdays, were so peaceful now.

  As soon as he was happy, he drank some wine and said that Jiang Li and Bai Hongtu were good people to make. Although their personalities were out of character, they were also good boys in essence, and they should learn more from Yu Yin.

   The two agreed very happily.

  Jiang Li said definitely.

  Bai Hongtu said that he would definitely do it next time.

  Jiang Li also said that it was the time for the excitement, why don't I show my talents to the old emperor and sing a song.

  Bai Hongtu nodded again and again, saying that Jiang Li is very talented in the way of rhythm. I couldn't help twisting my body on the tree after hearing it. You must listen to it.

  Yuyin quietly put on earplugs.

  The old emperor was happy, so he agreed.

  Jiang Li just sang a sentence, and the old man's alcoholism subsided in fright.

   After singing half a song, the old man hurriedly blocked Jiang Li's mouth, praising Jiang Li's beautiful singing voice and its great power. If there is no special reason, don't sing.

  The old man continued to sing, worried that the store would drive them all out.

   "Jiang Renhuang, do you know that in Heavenly Tribulation, there is a kind of disaster called Yin Jie." Ruyi Gourd said while pouring Lei Jie Jue from the mouth of the gourd. This is Yuyin's favorite drink. It is crispy and numbing, very delicious.

  The premise is that the cultivation base must be sufficient.

   "Yin Jie?" Jiang Li didn't remember meeting him before.

   "The sound calamity is a very wonderful calamity. When passing the calamity, there will be magic sounds filling the ears, disturbing the heart of the Tao, making the monk unintentional to pass the calamity, and thus fail."

   "What do you want to say?"

   "I want to say that Yin Jie is nothing compared to you."

  Yuyin knocked on the gourd: "Keep your mouth clean, and be careful with your words and sentences when you tell the truth."

   "Okay, master."

  Yu Yin took out two cups, took one for herself, and gave Jiang Li a cup.

  She thought for a while, then called Luo Ying and Luo Zhu over, and gave them a cup of Lei Jie juice that had been weakened to the limit.

  The two of them took a sip carefully as if they had found a treasure, only to feel thunder rolling in their mouths.

   Seeing this, the two quickly sat down to refine it, and after refining it, they took a second sip.

  They were pleasantly surprised to find that the Thunder Tribulation Jelly could help them improve their physical strength and shorten the time of penance.

  …

   During an hour and a half, many monks were dissatisfied with the partner they found, thinking that the other party's composition was so bad that they might as well compose it themselves.

  After composing the music by myself, the other party said that his composition was bad, so the two couldn't cooperate.

   There are two other people who are not satisfied with the object of the composition and singing. Some people want to use Lingshi as the theme, but the partner said it was too vulgar, and the partner said it was the theme of mountains and forests. The other person said it was arty and uninnovative.

  This kind of situation mostly happens between people who know each other. People who don’t know each other will tolerate it for the sake of forming a temporary team, but among people they know, they don’t mean to give each other face at all.

  Yinxian Shennian shook her head lightly. Every time the secret realm of Yinlu was opened, she would encounter many such situations.

   There are too many temperament monks who are independent, feel that they are superior to others, and have no more children.

  Some people sing about water dripping through stone, and you can hear the perseverance.

  Singing with their own characteristics is staged here, and it can be seen that the two members of the team can cooperate with each other.

  Luo Ying wrote the lyrics, and Luo Zhu sang.

  Luozhu's singing voice is beautiful, like a lark, agile and melodious. Many temperament monks are envious of Luozhu's talent in rhythm.

  Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Luozhu is a piece of jade in the rough, and with a little tweaking, he can shine in the way of rhythm.

  The theme of Luo Zhu's singing is the wind. Her singing voice and the theme are a perfect match.

   "Really want to sing this?" Yuyin rarely showed a embarrassed expression, and was somewhat resistant to the composition written by Jiang Li.

   "You have to trust my taste, this song can definitely pass us."

   "Change to another."

   "What to change, I think this is very good, you can sing."

  Ruyi Gourd swayed around and supported Jiang Li: "Master, just sing, I want to hear your singing."

  Yu Yin glared at Jiang Li fiercely, why couldn't she think about forming a team with this guy just now.

   Teaming up with a pig is better than Jiang Li.

  Yu Yin's cheeks were slightly red, she cleared her throat, and sang softly:

   "Gourd baby, gourd baby, seven flowers on a vine, not afraid of wind and rain, la la la la..."

  (end of this chapter)