It's better to rely on yourself than on others! Qin Mu plans to make the score himself, and if that doesn't work, he'll ask Qin Qiong to get a copy from the palace.
Qin Mu had never written sheet music before, but that didn't stop him from transcribing it. In the past, although he could recall songs he had heard, he would never have been able to transcribe them because he didn't understand music theory. Now he wanted to try and see if he could make one.
Especially after seeing Huang Yaoshi's "The Song of the Azure Sea and Rising Tide," the envy and longing I felt at the time still stirs my emotions. Of course! The "The Song of the Azure Sea and Rising Tide" he's talking about was written by someone else, but luckily he'd heard it before.
The current challenge is to transcribe the sheet music, then use the flute instead of the xiao, and finally, to adapt it to one's own musical knowledge.
Qin Mu kept this in mind, then gave his younger sister a bamboo flute to practice. Qin Mu then realized that the two girls in the Cheng family practiced musical instruments and dance, and could play most of the instruments. Therefore, Qin Mu suggested that they teach Qin Yuxin.
According to Guiguzi's explanation, the origin of music lies in the ancients' perception of sounds from heaven and earth, which triggered a method of attack, much like the written words gleaned from the profound principles of heaven and earth. This method possesses immense power and does not require musical instruments. However, this method is not accessible or understandable to beginners, hence its refinement and transmission to later generations.
Qin Mu dared not think about profound things, nor was he willing to approach them now. He would rather wait patiently to advance to the rank of Grand Scholar. Otherwise, if he fell into his inner demons again, he didn't know if anyone would be able to save him.
The training entered a stable period, and the orcs had disappeared. With the one-month deadline approaching, Qin Mu was also looking forward to returning to Chang'an as soon as possible. The training was now entirely handed over to Yuchi Baolin and Cheng Huaimo. It was unclear whether Yuchi Baolin was seeking revenge on Cheng Huaimo, but he had recently been getting very close to Cheng Ying. Qin Mu was delighted with this.
An old thief, all alone, wielding two hammers, stood amidst the tangled weeds!
Watching Cheng Huaimo spouting jokes with great enthusiasm, Qin Mu wondered if he had done something wrong. This guy, getting him to read and write would be like asking him to die; on the contrary, he not only remembered these doggerel poems perfectly, but also recited them vividly, providing him with even more material.
What do you mean by "a ditch three feet off the ground, with water flowing all year round"?
Ironically, the soldiers really enjoyed listening to these jokes. A group of them surrounded Cheng Huaimo, who was talking non-stop, with lewd smiles on their faces.
Qin Mu frowned, deciding to end the training as soon as possible. Otherwise, the camp might discover some unspeakable things. After all, they were all hot-blooded young men who listened to jokes every day, so it was inevitable that they would look at others. Especially the fact that they had to strip naked and bathe in the river every day.
It seems that social customs are more open now, and there are plenty of homosexuals. The thought sends chills down his spine. Qin Mu absolutely cannot allow any of his subordinates to have such a twisted mentality.
Perhaps we could increase the intensity of the training, so they wouldn't have as much energy to deal with other things. Qin Mu thought to himself.
Suddenly, his gaze shifted to the other side, where Yuchi Baolin was wailing at the top of his lungs. With him were other soldiers who loved to sing, mainly about loyalty to the country and soldiers.
"That's right! How come I didn't think of that! If the Azure Sea Tide Song can't be dealt with in a short time, I can start with the General's Order!" Qin Mu's eyes lit up as he muttered to himself.
The past two days have been quite a struggle for him to compose the "Azure Sea Tide" melody. He managed to transcribe the score, but it wasn't accurate and required constant revisions to ensure that every melody was just right.
But "General's Command" is different. It's just a simple drumbeat, a matter of varying intensity and tempo, which can be easily replicated by memorizing it. Not only is the sheet music ready-made, but the song itself is also readily available. "A man should be self-reliant"—isn't that just lyrics based on "General's Command"?
Without hesitation, Qin Mu turned and went into the tent, beginning to recall the drumbeats of the General's Command in his mind, and then wrote them down on paper.
Qin Mu would sometimes close his eyes to confirm, sometimes pick up his pen to write, and sometimes tap on the table to feel. An hour later, he excitedly rushed out of the tent.
The soldiers, who were boasting around the campfire, saw their instructor rush to the war drum and pick up the drumstick. Thinking something had happened, they all stood up in surprise.
"Hehe! It's nothing, it's nothing, you guys continue. I just wanted to practice drumming. Hey you, pass on the message, don't cause any panic!" Looking at the suddenly flustered soldiers, Qin Mu awkwardly smiled while holding the drumsticks.
"Okay!" Although the soldiers verbally agreed, except for those who went to relay the order, they all stayed put, watching Qin Mu curiously, wanting to see what tricks he would pull. After all, although this instructor made them feel like they were in hell during training, he was genuinely good to them. Putting aside everything else, just the fact that they ate meat every day made them want to train forever. This kind of life couldn't be better.
Qin Mu ignored the soldiers, recalled the score again, and then picked up the drumsticks and began to play.
"Boom! Boom boom!" The drumbeats rang out, but they were extremely unpleasant to hear. There was nothing he could do about it; although Qin Mu had already transcribed the score for the General's Command, he only knew the nuances of tempo and pressure. He didn't know how lightly or heavily to strike the drum, and having never played a drum before, his hands were very stiff.
Drumming is not a simple task. Striking different parts produces different sounds. Coordinating both hands and knowing when to stop the drumhead vibrations are all important considerations.
After tapping for a while, Qin Mu had to stop, feeling embarrassed.
"Who can play the drum?" Qin Mu looked up and asked.
"Report! Me! What are your orders, Instructor!" a soldier shouted, then excitedly ran to Qin Mu.
Qin Mu took out the musical score and began to explain it, but he quickly felt powerless again because his score was different from the traditional one. It only showed the difference between light and heavy, fast and slow, and nothing else.
Therefore, the soldiers could only stare at him blankly, completely unsure of what to do, because all he knew was how to play the drum.
"Let me try!" Cheng Lin arrived unnoticed and walked over, saying.
"Go away!" Qin Mu's eyes lit up as he chased away the sweating soldiers and began to explain to Cheng Lin.
After listening, Cheng Lin reached out and took the drumsticks, took a deep breath, and began to play.
"Boom! Boom boom! Boom boom boom!" This time the drumbeats were much more rhythmic.
"I'll try again!" Cheng Lin said with excitement in her eyes after finishing the first attempt.
"Third Sister Cheng! Wait a moment!" Qin Mu stopped them. Then Qin Mu asked Yuchi Baolin to gather the group of people who loved to sing and gave them some instructions.
"Boom! Boom boom!" The drumbeats rang out.
"With pride, we face countless waves!" The song then began.
The singing and drumming complemented each other perfectly, blending together beautifully. The listeners felt their blood rushing to their heads, and before they knew it, others were singing along.
As soon as she stopped, Cheng Lin didn't stop and started hitting again. Suddenly, the whole camp started singing along. Only those who came later to help couldn't learn it and could only hum along.
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