In the afternoon, there was a music class, one of the six arts. Ling Xiang had never played a musical instrument before, so she didn't have much hope for it.
Tian Maode, who teaches music, is naturally very patient with Ling Xiang. When he learned that she had no foundation, he explained to her the origins of music one by one.
The six musics originally referred to the six sets of music and dance, namely "Yunmen Dajuan", "Xianchi", "Dashao", "Daxia", "Dafu" and "Dawu", but now it refers to everything related to music, including not only music and dance, but also music attack, commonly known as sound attack.
Ling Xiang, who had originally shown little interest, suddenly became interested: "Sound attack? A single zither can hold off a million soldiers, a sound attack that can take the enemy general's head from within?"
Tian Maode blinked, blinked again, and after a while, he suppressed his surprise and said, "When sound attack is practiced to the extreme, it does have the effect you described, but..."
Ling Xiang immediately said expectantly: "Mr. Tian, if you teach me, I will definitely study hard!"
Gao Zhenzhen couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Miss Ling, please listen to what Mr. Tian has to say. Sound attack can easily backfire on you, so only those with extremely strong mental strength can learn it, and they also need musical talent. With such harsh conditions, not many people can master it."
"Really?" Ling Xiang suddenly realized, but still insisted: "It doesn't matter. Whether others can learn it or not is none of my business. As long as I work hard, whether I can learn it or not is up to me. If I work hard, I won't have any regrets."
"You're quite open-minded." Tian Maode was very willing to give Ling Xiang this opportunity. He looked at Gao Zhenzhen and said, "Gao Zhenzhen, why don't you demonstrate it to Ling Xiang?"
It is difficult to learn sound attack, and it is even more difficult to learn the essence, but Gao Zhenzhen happens to be the one who can learn it and learn it well.
Gao Zhenzhen took out the guzheng and plucked the strings with her slender fingers. As the beautiful notes flowed, strands of spiritual power spread out, making people sink into it unconsciously.
The birds are singing and the flowers are blooming, as if she is in a quiet valley. There is also a handsome man standing among the flowers, extending his gentle hand towards her.
It seems as if this is the only piece of heaven and earth left in the world, peaceful and tranquil, happy and peaceful.
But where in the world is there such a paradise?
Ling Xiang was confused for a moment, then suddenly woke up. When she listened to the piano sound again, it was completely different from the first time she heard it. It was not that fascinating, but instead had a sense of decadent music.
It seems that Gao Zhenzhen's use of sound attack always feels like a golden rimmed shit pot...
Tian Maode had been paying attention to Ling Xiang's reaction. Seeing that she woke up so quickly after her first exposure to the sound attack, he became more concerned about her.
After the song ended, Gao Zhenzhen finally came out of her trance and said to Ling Xiang with a smile, "Miss Ling, how do you feel?"
"Miss Gao is amazing!" Ling Xiang praised casually.
Gao Zhenzhen smiled as she held her zither. "Miss Ling, you're too kind. I've only learned the basics. The real master is Mr. Tian."
"Gao Zhenzhen hasn't been learning for long, but she's already proficient in using sound attacks. Ling Xiang, if you can even reach Gao Zhenzhen's level, it would be worthwhile to work on your sound attacks."
Tian Maode took out all his collections and asked Ling Xiang to choose the instrument she liked.
Ling Xiang looked around and picked up a nondescript zither at random: "This one will do."
Tian Maode frowned slightly, but didn't say much. He explained the techniques of playing the zither to her.
Sound attack is a range-destroying method, and Tian Maode is currently unable to control it freely and without hurting the audience. He did not demonstrate it himself, but after explaining it, he let Ling Xiang play a song at random.
Ling Xiang casually plucked the piano a few times, and the sound it produced was, well, probably more pleasant than the cry of a crow.
Gao Zhenzhen was very concerned: "Miss Ling, how about we change the instrument?"
Ling Xiang frowned, "No, this is it."
According to her own understanding, she poured spiritual power into her fingertips. As soon as they touched the strings, they broke with a snap.
Ling Xiang seemed to have felt the severe pain from the strings hitting her hand, but a hand blocked between her and the piano, isolating the broken strings for her.
Blood dripped from the fingertips, but it was not Ling Xiang's, but Nangong Yu's.
Ling Xiang couldn't believe it, watching Nangong Yu's blood drip onto the piano.
If he hadn't blocked it for her, she would have been the one bleeding today.
The fingers are connected to the heart, he must be in pain, right?
"Thank you, Your Highness the Prince of Qin."
Ling Xiang was about to take out the pills to stop Nangong Yu's bleeding, but Gao Zhenzhen screamed and rushed over, squeezing between Ling Xiang and Nangong Yu, and took Nangong Yu's hand with a distressed look:
"Your Majesty, you're bleeding! Someone, call Doctor Wang over! Quick!"
Ling Xiang stepped back a few steps to make room for the two of them, examining her hand that had just plucked the strings. How could the string break with just one touch? She had clearly been very gentle.
Doctor Wang rushed over and gave Nangong Yu a serious diagnosis. He said, "Your Highness has injured the meridians in his fingers. He needs to be nursed back to health to avoid damaging his foundation."
Ling Xiang knew that the force at the moment the strings broke was very great, but she didn't expect that Nangong Yu was seriously injured?
That was the Spirit King's hand. If it was her hand, wouldn't it be more serious?
She took a few steps forward, returned to where she was playing the piano, picked up the piano, wiped the blood off it, and carefully examined the strings.
She was an outsider and couldn't figure out what was going on. Holding the harp, she said regretfully, "What a pity for this harp. This is the first harp I've ever touched..."
"It's ominous that the piano got stained with blood the first time you played it. Miss Ling, it's better to throw the piano away."
Ling Xiang not only ignored Gao Zhenzhen's advice, but also packed up the zither. "Whenever I see this zither, I'll be reminded of the moment when His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin protected me. Mr. Tian, can you give me this zither?"
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