But the result now was just standing in the corner. Judging from Luo Qi's expression, Jiujiang didn't seem to be seriously injured, and he even had the leisure to let him bring his lunch. Han Qianling immediately made up his mind: "What happened in class just now? Tell me in detail."
"Ah, that's right. The gentleman just now... uh, the one who came to give the lecture, he was teaching us up there. He first talked about how spiritual energy works, and Luo Ge was listening attentively..."
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Luo Cang's teaching style was standard, unremarkable. Before allowing the students to attempt the Sound Killing technique, he first explained the flow of spiritual energy within the meridians and several key points to note. Aside from his rapid and in-depth lectures, he was a truly competent teacher.
From time to time, people would steal glances at Luo Jiujiang, but Luo Jiujiang pretended not to notice. He stared intently at Luo Cang, who was teaching the class. Judging from his expression, he seemed to be listening very attentively.
Just when everyone thought that the turmoil before the class was over and Luo Jiujiang was about to swallow his anger and not seek justice for Han Qianling, Luo Cang asked everyone to take out their musical instruments and try them out.
According to the previous instructions, the students took out their string instruments, recalled the confusing content they had just heard, and were eager to try it out.
Only Luo Jiujiang is different and unique.
He took out a gong.
The golden gong fell on the table that was broken into two parts with a clang, and vibrated for a long time, making its presence felt.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Luo Jiujiang. He wore a calm expression, not a hint of nervousness. He calmly picked up the gong, the heavy wooden stick in his right hand swirling nimbly and effortlessly between his fingers like a butterfly through flowers. Luo Jiujiang smiled brightly and said, "Why are you all looking at me? Listen to the class, everyone."
After his behavior, who would still be able to listen to the class?
Before learning "Sound Killing," someone had told them that those learning this technique should have at least a basic understanding of musical principles. Most people begin learning music with qin, qin, zheng, xiao, and flute instruments, perhaps even pipa or shakuhachi. Ultimately, it's quite elegant. This thing Luo Jiujiang had pulled out... to say he entered the music world with a gong was a complete lie.
Luo Cang frowned, but he didn't throw Luo Jiujiang out on the spot. He said coldly, "Have you learned to play the gong since you were a child?"
"That's not the case." Luo Jiujiang lied with his eyes open: "I grew up playing the suona. But I think the suona and the gong are inseparable. They are both played during the wedding procession, so there is no difference."
His serious expression, his eyes both innocent and upright, frightened one of the children, who immediately turned their inquiring eyes to their friend: Is he really learning to play the suona? And the clan leader is letting him do this?
His friend happened to be Luo Qi, who immediately shook his head in frustration: How is that possible! Luo Ge always played the flute and the piano when it came to musical instruments.
"Okay." Luo Cang's eyes were already cold, as if he was looking at a dead person. "The art of sound killing activates the five senses and stirs the seven emotions. It has a certain degree of ups and downs, and no fixed highs and lows. If you can't create a suitable sound killing today, then there is no need to stay. I never teach stupid people."
The gong has always been played for fun. It's used in street performances and at weddings and funerals. But to use it to create a melody full of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness is a real challenge.
Luo Jiujiang smiled nonchalantly. He pondered Luo Cang's request and said, "To play this killing music, only me and the gong are needed?"
This time Luo Cang didn't even open his mouth, but just gave him an indifferent look.
"Alright." Luo Jiujiang raised his lips and smiled. The wooden stick that struck the gong deftly turned a beautiful and perfect circle on the tip of his index finger: "Then I will have to whistle and hit the gong."
If you can only use "myself" and "gong", whistling is not against the rules.
The art of killing with sound... A hint of arrogance flashed in Luo Jiujiang's eyes: You keep it hidden like a treasure, but I don't think it's difficult to learn.
After advancing to the eighth level of Qi Refining, Luo Jiujiang repelled two more waves of fierce snakes. When the last flower dove snake was severed at its seven-inch mark, Luo Jiujiang did not put away his sword as usual, but instead suddenly turned his head.
He should have been unable to hear or see at this time, but he just knew that something was opened behind him.
Luo Cang leaned forward and looked down at the already disheveled Luo Jiujiang from the cave entrance. His expression remained unchanged, and it was unclear whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied. The next moment, he directly pulled down a large sack and put the vigilant and struggling Luo Jiujiang into it.
Luo Jiujiang was brought out of the sack. Luo Cang tapped him several times through the bag, unblocking his five senses. The next moment, as he expected, a spirited greeting emanated from the bag: "Master! Master! I've missed you so much after not seeing you for three days. Please let me out so I can see you."
"Stay still." Luo Cang pressed the sack gently, "Master doesn't need you to worry about me, but I'm afraid you'll worry about me."
Luo Jiujiang, who was full of "concern", immediately struggled enthusiastically, twisting and rolling in the bag repeatedly at various angles, constantly testing the flexibility of the sack, and scratching the bag opening with a very experimental spirit. He soon figured out how to use different strengths to scratch out a little tune of "Sister is Coming".
Luo Cang: “…”
It would have been fine if he hadn't done that. As soon as he did, Luo Cang remembered the series of masterpieces this man had created in the cave. He immediately sneered and pointed a finger at him. The man in the bag immediately let out an "ouch" and suddenly became limp and quiet.
After another two cups of tea, Luo Cang estimated that Luo Jiujiang's eyes and ears had adapted to the light and sounds outside, so he shook the bag and let Luo Jiujiang roll out.
Luo Jiujiang patted the dust off his body, but quickly gave up - his body was covered with dried blood and various things that had rubbed against him. His clothes had really become a torn mosquito net. Getting a little dirt on them would only add a handful of useless material, and it made no difference whether he patted himself or not.
The residual force of Luo Cang's finger was still there, and he had just come out of several intense battles, so his mind and body were inevitably relaxed and comfortable. He simply sat on the ground without any hurry: "Master, has it been three days?"
The author has something to say: Are these two days the deep-water torpedo harvest days? 2333, thank you to the little angel Nagito Komaeda for another deep-water torpedo. The little cutie really spent a lot of money, and I give you a thumbs up~
Yesterday, many little angels gave me Lantern Festival blessings. I thanked everyone with my little swan 32 whip-like gesture. Let me give you a kiss one by one =3=
Thanks to Yuxi for the grenade x1
Thanks for the return of mines x4
Thanks to the narrow guest for the mine x2
Thanks to Kuanfen for the mine x1
Thanks to the mine x1 in this nocturne
Thanks to Xia Lafei for the mine x1
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Thanks to the Jam on the Sycamore Tree for the mine x1
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