There was a rare healing herb in the cave, about to mature. The two of them had set their sights on it six months ago. It was a remote and eerie place, filled with many insects and snakes. A nearly second-level demonic beast was constantly guarding the plant.
Han Qianling had to fight hard to bring the medicine back, which was why his clothes and hair were not in good shape now.
Logically speaking, a clan member wouldn't harm the clan leader's son over a minor offense. But judging by the other party's arrogant demeanor, there was no guarantee he'd resort to lethal force. Han Qianling considered it for a moment before pulling out the spiritual herb alone: he had to finish Luo Jiujiang's job first.
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.
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