Ba Xia was determined to find the awakened one. In the next few days, Yunluo encountered national security agents who checked water meters, collected electricity bills, pretended to be beggars, sold breakfast, and acted as gangsters. Yunluo managed to hide from them all without leaving any trace.

Yun Luo recognized the four new Ba Xia evolvers from the crowd, one at level three and three at level two.

Yunluo's life was very leisurely. He recuperated, wrote articles, translated, ate, read, practiced calligraphy, and slept. He didn't like going out much. He would receive a call from An Chuyu or An Qingjue every other day. Yan Chenyu had never contacted Yunluo again.

Tangtang has survived the most painful journey of bloodline evolution. Without using the true energy and mental power in her body, she can jump around like an ordinary mouse. Tangtang no longer sleeps with the pine box, and now sleeps on the same pillow with Yunluo.

The Last 237 Years of the World has become an extremely popular book on Singularity Chinese website. There is even a fourth leader. With a powerful update volume of 15,000 words per day and a strange and cold plot, The Last 237 Years of the World has successfully topped the list of new books on the homepage of Singularity Chinese website. The number of collections has skyrocketed to over 10,000 and is heading straight for 20,000, and it cannot be stopped at all.

The editor-in-chief is also very powerful. The first recommendation was recommended on the cover of the homepage category, and the second recommendation was even recommended by Sanjiang. It was because Yunluo updated so quickly and the collection skyrocketed like crazy. The editor-in-chief and Yunluo had already agreed on it on the ball, and the third recommendation was strongly recommended on the homepage, and it was also put on the VIP list on August 1, the 237th year of the end of the world.

The novel performed very well, which made An Chuyu very happy. After all, his girlfriend was the accountant, so he would receive the first payment of royalties in mid-August, which was mainly from rewards, and was about two thousand yuan.

Yunluo will upload the automatic updates in the manuscript box until July 31st. The update of VIP chapters must be done in the VIP author area, which will not be opened until midnight on August 1st. Before that, the editor will give him the password to the VIP area.

There are only three days left until August. Yunluo is accumulating manuscripts. He already has more than 300,000 words of manuscripts. He is not worried at all and is just waiting for the books to be put on the shelves on August 1st, with crazy updates.

Now Yunluo is not writing novels all day long, but is dealing with the French-Chinese translation work and reading Taoist and Buddhist scriptures, poems and songs from China. A lot of information can be found on the Internet.

What was even more time-consuming was that after Yunluo had learned all the oracle bone inscriptions, large seal script and small seal script that he could find on the Internet, he used his last living expenses to buy pens, ink, paper and inkstone, and started practicing calligraphy whenever he had time.

Yunluo learned a lot of different things, practicing running script, regular script, cursive script, official script and other calligraphy styles at the same time. This made Yunluo's calligraphy a mess when he first started, but Yunluo soon gained subtle control over the strength, which allowed him to write decent calligraphy. In simple terms, it was a form without spirit.

Ahem, Yunluo was short of money so he bought a brush for 18 yuan, which was of average quality. It broke after he had written thousands of characters in a few days. Yunluo searched through boxes and cabinets and finally found seven one-yuan coins in his girlfriend's bedroom, and bought seven new brushes.

The calligraphy changed as he wrote. Yun Luo was wielding a sword in the end times, and he inevitably regarded writing as practicing swordsmanship, venting the cold and violent killing intent in his heart, and let these murderous brush words be burned to ashes by Yun Luo. If these words were seen by An Chu, it would make his girlfriend depressed and unable to cheer up for many days. It was purely asking for trouble.

Yun Luo hasn't practiced the Invisible Sword Qi of the Nine Heavens Stars these days. He has let it go. Before the damage caused by the secret technique is healed, Yun Luo will not take the initiative to practice the Invisible Sword Qi of the Nine Heavens Stars, as that will only add insult to injury.

Yunluo read more books, and his thoughts changed slightly, making him more like a Chinese. This was very important, Yunluo was Yunluo, and he was him. Yan Chenyu didn't notice anything wrong, because she didn't spend much time with Yunluo, and when An Chuyu came back, she had some contact and communication with him, and she knew exactly what had changed about Yunluo.

Yunluo also paid attention to the recording and arrangement of the song "My Heart Will Not Die". He even downloaded a special song production software. After learning some tutorials, Yunluo was no longer a novice. Yunluo planned to use only the war drum as background music, and as long as he could use the audio production software to eliminate noise and beautify the tone, he would not need to use any arrangement or anything else.

It’s just that the war drum with a diameter of one meter is not easy to find. Yunluo didn’t care much about it, but he did mention it to Yan Chenyu.

Yunluo also understood the process of how to record songs. If the requirements are very low, you can make an accompaniment tape and buy a recording microphone to record the song at home, but the result is not very good.

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At 8:27 am on July 29th, Yan Chenyu came back inexplicably, which made Yun Luo, who was typing in the bedroom, very strange. It was not the weekend, so how could Xiaoyu be free?

Yan Chenyu didn't say much and handed Yunluo a USB flash drive. Yunluo casually inserted it into the laptop port and played the only audio software in the USB flash drive. Although Yunluo couldn't tell what instrument it was, he knew the tune was the song "My Heart Will Not Die", a song Yunluo had only given to Yan Chenyu.

"This is the guzheng played by the eldest lady. I put the music score you gave me in my notebook. It accidentally fell out while I was working and was picked up by the eldest lady. The eldest lady became interested and played it on the guzheng." Yan Chenyu felt a little embarrassed. After all, this music score was a gift from Yunluo to her alone. Not even his girlfriend An Chuyu had it.

"And then? I don't think that rich young lady would be so bored as to just let me listen to her zither music. Well, Xiaoyu, just tell me what's on your mind. I won't blame you." Yunluo didn't care about these. Making a song was just a hobby for Yunluo.

"The eldest lady thinks that the melody of the song 'My Heart Will Never Die' is very good. She also heard that you want to use war drums as accompaniment, so she wants you to add the guzheng as well. The audio materials can be cut from this USB drive. If you agree, Luo, the eldest lady can be responsible for providing a free top-level recording studio and the required war drums. The eldest lady does not need to be credited."

Yan Chenyu spoke softly, tapping Yunluo's shoulder in a flattering manner, like a little maid.

Tangtang was still sleeping with her tail in her arms, and then she curled up into a fiery red ball, lying on the computer desk. The evolution of her bloodline required a huge amount of energy. Tangtang didn't know much about the secret martial arts of qi and blood, so she could only rely on sleeping to conserve her energy and nourish her spirit.

Yun Luo didn't say anything, but listened to Zhen Mi's guzheng performance quietly. He felt that the guzheng sound was very interesting, and it played out a kind of ethereal and heavenly sound, just like the sky at the end of the world, dark and gray, full of desperate light. Compared with the majestic and heavy sound of the war drum, the guzheng sound seemed light and graceful. Well, the war drum was like a hero, and the guzheng was like a beauty.

In a flash of inspiration, Yun Luo thought of how to compose the music. He used the sound of war drums as the main part and the sound of the guzheng as the auxiliary part, and arranged a story of a hero and a beauty. Together with the lyrics that An Chuyu had written and revised himself, the song "My Heart Will Not Die" was almost completely transformed.

The original tone of the war song "My Heart Will Not Die" was gray and sad, and it was about a failed war that ended with glorious sacrifice. But after Yunluo read a lot of Chinese Taoist and Buddhist scriptures, poems and songs in recent days, he suddenly realized something, which was just right for the harmony of the light zither sound and the heavy drum sound.

It also gave the war a beautiful ending. The general died heroically in battle and turned into a butterfly. The beautiful woman from Jiangnan hometown committed suicide and turned into a butterfly. The two butterflies danced lightly across thousands of miles, leisurely flying among mountains and rivers.

Beauty is like the sound of a zither. Yun Luo savors every melody of the zither carefully. He is sure that Zhen Mi is a goddess with an elegant and noble temperament. Zhen Mi, who can make the cold and beautiful Yan Chenyu feel inferior, is definitely not just as simple as her fairy-like appearance.

"Xiao Yu, your eldest daughter Zhen Mi plays the guzheng very well." Yun Luo found an excuse to talk to Yan Chenyu. He didn't even know what a guzheng looked like. He just wanted to know some information related to Zhen Mi, a goddess-like beauty that every man wanted to take a look at.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Of course. The eldest lady has been practicing guzheng since she was seven years old. Her guzheng skills are well-known in the national guzheng player circle. She is going to study in the Guzheng Department of Sihai University Conservatory of Music, mainly because it is close to home." Yan Chenyu heard that there was no blame in Yunluo's tone, so she stopped tapping Yunluo's shoulder. She is indeed an ice beauty.

Yun Luo didn't dare to ask more. If Yan Chenyu realized that he was asking questions, she would definitely punish him. Being jealous was not just An Chuyu's hobby. "Okay, in order not to embarrass Xiaoyu, I agree. Where is the recording studio?"

"It's right by the West Lake, with beautiful scenery. The young lady has made all the arrangements, and we can go there now." Yan Chenyu was very satisfied with Yun Luo's words. Which girl doesn't like her beloved boy to value her?

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go. I can't wait." Yun Luo smiled and unplugged the USB drive. Holding Yan Chenyu's little hand, he was about to go out, but Yan Chenyu pulled him back, and the icy beauty took the sleeping Tangtang with her.

It can be seen that Yan Chenyu really likes the bright red Tangtang so much that she even stopped driving the pink BMW and sat in the passenger seat to play with Tangtang. Yunluo passed the driver's license test the summer after graduating from high school and also drove the family car. After not driving for a few years, he quickly got familiar with it.

The automatic pink BMW was easy to drive. Yunluo just had to drive along the navigation route set by Yan Chenyu. Yan Chenyu chatted with Yunluo about some gossip in a sweet voice.

It took Yunluo more than half an hour to drive from the Higher Education Park to West Lake. The recording studio was located in a quiet corner of West Lake. There were not many people around and it was very quiet. It had a sense of leisure in the midst of noise and bustle. It was a seven-story building, exquisite and elegant.

Yan Chenyu made a phone call, and a beautiful woman in her thirties came out. She had a name tag that read Bai Qinghua, the general manager of Tianlai Recording Studio. After a conversation, Yun Luo came to a top-notch recording studio on the third floor. Bai Qinghua stayed to help, and Yan Chenyu held Tangtang and watched the fun.

There are two war drums with a diameter of one meter in the Tianlai Recording Studio. Bai Qinghua had someone bring a war drum over long ago. Yun Luo slapped the drum head made of fine cowhide with his palm, making a dull and powerful sound. He felt very satisfied.

Yunluo first inserted the USB drive into the computer in the recording studio. The sound of the zither, which was as gurgling as a stream, as cold as weapons, and as sorrowful as death, flowed vividly in the recording studio with unparalleled skills, making the three people listen carefully. Unfortunately, Tangtang was still sleeping.

Meow, woof! I stretch out my paws, pat my chest, and roll over. I really, really want to collect it. You guys, I like collecting it the most.