Luo Jiujiang is a good whistle maker.
He was naturally intelligent and cheerful. Whenever he did something mischievous, he'd be in a good mood and whistle a cheerful tune. But this cheerfulness either made people love him to death or hate him to death.
One day, he was bored and went to play with a pair of seven-winged birds hanging under his eaves. The courtship of birds is generally similar, with the male usually singing and dancing around the female and showing off his feathers.
The two seven-forked birds, one male and one female, were caged together. If Luo Jiujiang hadn't intervened that day, the male bird would have been the one to take the beauty. But Young Master Luo Jiu strolled by leisurely, and on a whim, he stood by the cage and played a little tune along with the male bird's call.
The female bird had never experienced such passionate and dilemmatic pursuit in her life. She jumped two steps to the left and turned three times to the right in the cage. She felt that both sides sounded good and her attitude was very wavering.
The poor male bird's cries became louder and louder, and finally he used his special guarding skills. Luo Jiujiang felt that he was no match for him, so he patted his nose and walked away, without disturbing the newlyweds.
However, this incident did leave a sequelae: every time Luo Jiujiang passed by the birdcage, the male bird would shake its feathers and sing loudly with great energy - life is not easy for birds, so be wary of rivals in love.
Often, uninformed friends would see this and say with envy, "You and this bird have such a good relationship."
"Not very good, not very good." Luo Jiujiang said modestly: "It's just a relationship of stealing my wife."
Han Qianling, who had witnessed the whole process, turned around silently and added some spiritual rice to the pair of seven-forked birds in the cage as a snack - this was the reason why he asked Luo Jiujiang not to harm the birds today.
From this we can see that although the changes in Luo Jiujiang's whistle cannot be as subtle and graceful as the zither, it has no problem expressing the seven emotions and six desires in a simple way.
At this moment, Luo Jiujiang leaned back in his chair, seemingly slouching like a boneless person, but his words were unequivocal. He pursed his lips to test the sound, a faint tinge of spiritual energy mingling with his voice, and several realistic attack patterns were emanated from it.
You have to remember that he had just attended a theoretical class and hadn't practiced at all. As soon as these notes fell, not only were the surrounding classmates' eyes filled with envy, but even Luo Cang felt a little surprised.
After roughly testing the pitch, Luo Jiujiang had a good idea of what to do, so without further delay, he began with a gentle and cheerful springtime tune. This little tune itself had a quirky "bouncy" feel, and now that it was whistled, each syllable sounded like a falling pearl.
Each falling bead was as obedient as the marbles Luo Jiujiang used to play with, rolling out one by one as the sound spread. The students present all had ears, and as they heard the notes, they were also hit by the "marbles". They immediately felt their blood and qi surge, and spiritual energy began to stir in their meridians.
The minor tune is short; those familiar with it know it only takes half a cup of tea. Luo Cang gazed at Luo Jiujiang with a deep gaze: "Aside from a slightly weak attack, this piece avoids almost all the mistakes of a beginner." To achieve this in such a short time, Luo Jiujiang has already entered the realm of musical mastery.
This kid is truly a genius.
The talented Luo Jiujiang whistled intently. The tune was about to end, and before the students, who had been enduring a slight discomfort, could breathe a sigh of relief, Luo Jiujiang's expression suddenly changed. He stood up, raised the wooden stick in his right hand high, and struck the center of the gong hard!
At the same time, his lips moved back and forth, producing a rapid series of sounds that lacked any musical beauty, let alone rhythm. Their only saving grace was their speed.
Luo Cang, whose face had always been very calm, so calm that it was even a little indifferent, suddenly opened his eyes wide!
The earth-shattering sound of the gong was like a sonic sword, hurtling straight towards Luo Cang—that wasn't a big deal. However, Luo Jiujiang's subsequent long string of whistles completely shielded him from the sonic waves that were striking the students.
The whistle was blown hurriedly and chaotically, but it just happened to offset the attack of every gong sound on the students.
Luo Cang had clearly not explained the method of collecting sound into a line of attack in class. However, the sound waves from the gong that Luo Jiujiang had just struck were mostly directed at Luo Cang, with only a few that could not be contained escaping into the air.
In just the time it takes to play a minor tune, he figured out this attack method without any instruction? Luo Cang's wheelchair spun, and he quickly swept his sleeves, catching not a single thread that slipped through his net, completely trapping the sound within the air wall of his sleeves.
With such cleverness, such thoughtfulness, and such courage, this child is more than just a genius!
Luo Jiujiang put down the gong and the stick. He was not surprised that Luo Cang could take his attack. "I was eager to learn and couldn't wait a moment, so I asked you a question. I hope you don't blame me, sir?"
The students around them looked at Luo Jiujiang and Luo Cang, who had just lowered his sleeves, in confusion, not understanding what had just happened: Why did Luo Jiujiang bang the gong so hard, but there was no loud sound? Why did the professor of Yinsha suddenly wave his sleeves?
Only a few clever ones reacted quickly and roughly guessed what had happened.
Luo Cang raised his eyes and looked Luo Jiujiang up and down. Before he could even open his mouth to grudgingly praise Luo Jiujiang, the young man across from him smiled heartily, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth, and said, "I bet you won't blame me, sir. Sound killing is such a simple lesson, it's nothing to come up with new tricks while learning. A man like you, sir, would surely come up with one after a meal, five more after a nap. It would be surprising if you didn't have a thousand sound killing methods."
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