Heavenly God Mnemonic

"I'm going back."

After Yang Qingxuan heard the content of the test, he stopped staying now.

Chen Ting nodded and said, "Well, you should be prepared too. Although I think you will have no problem, you should be careful."

After Yang Qingxuan returned to the dormitory, he sat cross-legged in the secret room, recalling the shock caused by the sacred music in the library building.

He suddenly raised his hand and flicked his index finger in the air. With a "clank" sound, the rhythm appeared out of thin air and turned into ripples.

Yang Qingxuan frowned, looked at his fingertips, then twisted his thumb and middle finger, and flicked away, a wave of waves spread out under the fingertips, and another string sound.

"This eight-tone string finger is actually a musical fingering."

After Yang Qingxuan's **** popped out, he felt enlightenment in his heart. The thumb of his right hand and the index finger were twisted, and the **** of the left hand was bent slightly. At the same time, he clicked, and there was a double sound of "Zhengzheng".

"It seems that you have understood these eight fingerings."

A voice sounded out of thin air.

Yang Qingxuan frowned, obviously displeased, and said, "Master Dean, is it okay to come in without knocking on the door? What if I'm picking up girls? Please pay attention to quality."

"Hehe, those who do big things don't stick to the trivial. They originally wanted to knock on the door. When they heard the **** rhythm outside the door, they couldn't help coming in directly, forgive me."

On the open space of the secret room, the space twisted, and two figures were transformed into two figures at once. Qing kept stroking his long beard and smiled, while Wu Hao held the harp in his hands, with a bright look in his eyes.

Yang Qingxuan stood up and saluted the two.

Qing Buli helped him up and said enthusiastically: "No need to be polite, I just heard the rhythm of two voices in front of the door, it should be a mang finger and a shadowless finger?"

Yang Qingxuan replied: "Exactly, in addition to the sentence mang finger and the invitation to the moon, I just reviewed the other six fingers roughly, and I can't talk about comprehension. But there are some connections and commonalities between fingerings, and I have been thinking about this issue. Now I know that the commonality is the Nine Heavens Waves that Elder Wu Hao played last time."

Wu Hao said with joy: "Yes, you are really talented. One day, this song will be able to reproduce the world."

In his excitement, he couldn't help but pluck the strings, and an empty sound popped out, clanking in the secret room.

Yang Qingxuan questioned: "Reproduce the world?"

Wu Hao explained: "The tunes played by the old are empty and have no charm. You will gradually understand in the future."

After that, he took out a golden booklet, looked at it affectionately, and handed it to Yang Qingxuan.

The booklet is tied by gold wire, with precious jade as its axis, and some notes and curves are drawn on it.

Yang Qingxuan said in shock: "Nine Heavens Waves?!"

Qing Buli smiled and said: "Exactly. You are the only person in the academy, apart from the elders, to read this score."

Yang Qingxuan said: "I heard that tomorrow's game will be this song. Will it be suspected of cheating if it is given to me now?"

Qing Buli laughed and said: "Haha, it's just the top sixteen. What is the difference between cheating or cheating for you in the assessment? It is the right way to concentrate on this song. You don't have to worry about the small things."

Yang Qingxuan took the score and said, "Students must do their best!"

Qing Buli smiled comfortedly, and said: "Then we won't bother."

With a flick of their sleeves and a flash of space, the two disappeared out of thin air.

Yang Qingxuan looked at the booklet in his hand, feeling inexplicable, and hurriedly sat down cross-legged, untied the gold thread, and slowly opened the scroll.

The handwriting symbols inside are fresh and elegant, and when you look at it, it seems as if a song of unvoiced sound is playing.

The title of the poem at the beginning of the volume reads: Voiceless and secular, when disputes will end, who can break fame and fortune, is too empty to travel.

Yang Qingxuan muttered several times, and his heart moved. The name of the poem's whereabouts was: Kagura.

"Who is Kagura, who has such a dusty temperament, it is fascinating."

Yang Qingxuan was tainted by the agility and elegance that appeared between the lines, and immediately unfolded the booklet completely, reading it without distraction.

Outside the bedroom, the space turned slightly, and Qing Buli and Wu Hao appeared.

"Elder Wu, do you think he can inherit the mantle of Kagura?"

"I don't know, but if he can't, he can't find the second one."

The two of them walked away in tandem.

...

Yang Qingxuan was flipping through the booklet in the secret room, and the notes leaped into his eyes one by one, and he was fascinated by the look, as if the stream was trickling, and it sounded on its own.

He was immersed in the cheerful rhythm unconsciously, unable to extricate himself.

After a long time, the booklet turned to the last page, and the music stopped.

Yang Qingxuan's eyes were confused, and his consciousness seemed to be immersed in the score, unable to extricate himself.

After another unknown period of time, his body trembled and he was shocked, the confusion in his eyes was swept away, and two brilliant lights were shot.

"What's the matter? My consciousness was captured!"

Yang Qingxuan was horrified, and was shocked in a cold sweat.

For the martial artist, this is simply incredible. Even when he was comprehending the sword intent of Haoran, he did not enter such a completely unowned ethereal state.

"It's amazing."

Yang Qingxuan took the booklet in his hand and wanted to turn it aside, but was suddenly startled, his eyes filled with sluggish expressions.

The true energy in his body was surging like a river rushing, it was unexpectedly powerful.

After turning over a piece of music, he broke through directly.

He shook his five fingers, and a stream of light overflowed on his arm, "It's not only true energy... actually both broke through..."

Zhenwu and chalcedony realm late.

Yang Qingxuan stayed for a while, recalling the beauty of it, and suddenly said, "What time is it?"

He suddenly realized that one day and one night had passed.

Hastily rushed out of the secret room and rushed to the playing field.

...

"Dean, can you start?"

In front of an arena, in the crowd, Yi Kun turned sideways, whispering for instructions.

Qing Buli closed her eyes halfway, and said lazily, "Are they all here?"

Yi Kun said, "Yang Qingxuan is still missing."

Qing Budi said: "Wait then."

Yi Kun glanced at the sky, embarrassed: "But... the time has passed. Waiting any longer will obviously violate fairness, for fear of causing criticism."

Qing Budi said: "I criticize? Who criticizes?"

Yi Kun said: "I am afraid that a large number of students will criticize and feel unfair."

Qing Budi said: "If you have any criticism, just write it down and expel it directly."

Yi Kun: "..., yes."

He wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, knowing that Qing Buli was defending Yang Qingxuan, naturally he would no longer be boring.

Twenty-four students on the ring are already there, either standing or sitting, waiting patiently.

Except for a few people who closed their eyes and practiced, all the others were impatient, with a vague anger on their faces.

"Sorry, I'm late."

A voice came from the air, and Yang Qingxuan quickly flew down and landed on the ring, full of apologies, and apologized to everyone.