Galactic Garbage Station

Su Jing intends to recheck all garbage.

The first thing to check is the disconnect, because at least there's a pattern on this violin, maybe a clue.

Su Zheng simply released his mental strength, swept through the disconnect, and made a 360 degree test, leaving no detail behind.

“Ew!”

Su Xiao suddenly stunned, because the spirit detected into the violin, there was actually a compartment. Although the violin is broken, there are still intact parts on both sides, and this violin is very well done, looks seamless, if it is not for mental force detection, there is no compartment found.

Su Zheng took out a dagger along the edge of the body and pryed the piano open, then inside an ancient book, the whole book was about 10 centimeters thick, pressed flat, with a silver hexagon surrounded by an ancient symbol.

Su Zheng roughly flipped over and found that this was a book on learning to play the piano. The first half was basic merit and the second half was some recipes. However, when he looked closely at the content, he had to stare wide-eyed.

“Wait, this is not an ordinary recipe, it's a psychic magician —— a vocalist recipe.” Sulu's heartbeat suddenly began to accelerate. Looking carefully at the ancient symbols surrounding the silver six-mounted star on the cover again, searching for memories in your mind, your eyes gradually squeezed. Is this really the symbol of the phantom tower in the Seven Towers of France? Is this from the time and space of the Qin Dynasty?

“If I guess correctly, it should be Qin Dynasty time and space.” Su Zheng's mood was extremely excited. The world of Qin Dynasty is a western illusion world with giant dragons, Beaumont giant beasts, elves and other amazing creatures.

People in Qin Dynasty space-time can learn magic, and there is a branch of psychic magician, the Divine Magician, a magician who releases magic by playing instruments, arguably the most noble of continental magicians and also the most chicken ribs. Magician level is low to high, red orange yellow green green blue purple, while the magician is difficult to cultivate above the yellow level, can only serve to inspire morale on the battlefield at most. Generally, only princesses and noble daughters have the leisure to learn the magic of this noble and chicken rib.

“Sorcerer, sounds interesting.” Now that there is a chance to become a magician in front of you, how could Su Qian let go? In fact, whether he is a magician or a magician, he can't help but learn.

Of course, if it is other magic, Su Xin may not even have the confidence to get started at half a point, but the mental system magic, Su Xin has some confidence, because he is a real mental teacher.

Su Zheng did not want to be the protagonist of the Qin Emperor Ye Yinzhu. He could play the piano out of the sound blade and kill people invisible. As long as he could play a song or inspire morale, or make people sleep, or make people feel happy, it would suffice.

Su Shun also did not want to be a big musician star. He only wanted to be useful when chasing girls. In the future, he would be useful when putting children to sleep. It would suffice to be useful when pottery and metallurgy are used.

Moreover, the profession of divine musician is helpful for spiritual upliftment.

If you can really attack with the sound of a piano in the future, isn't that another way? If something dangerous is dumped in the dumpster again, you have an extra chance of winning, don't you?

“Why don't you go buy a piano right away? ”

Su Zheng has tested again, there are no other living things in the trash pile, and there are no dangerous goods in the rest of the trash, besides, there are dreamers and cannibal vines to guard, there is nothing to worry about.

So he's not in the mood to take care of the rest of the garbage for now.

Su Zheng took out his phone and looked at it. At 6: 30, he looked up again, because the barrier of the overtime garbage station was transparent and could be seen directly, only that the sky was already lit.

Su Zheng walked out of the overtime garbage station, drove to the city, went to the music store, and picked up an ancient qin and came back. By the way, I picked up a few basic books of ancient qin with pictures and brought them home. Then, holding the ancient qin and the recipe, he hid in the tent and started practicing.

The reason for not practicing in the space-time garbage station is that Li Guanglei and others will be here soon to start construction. At that time, they will not be able to get in and out easily. If they see it, they will be in trouble, so let's play in the tent. As for the sound of the violin or something, the earth is not without the violin, and it's nothing to be heard.

“A true vocalist can understand the wonders of the heart of the qin, but this is a little far away for me. Let's learn the basics first...” Su Zheng didn't go far enough to learn from the basics. As his physical and mental strength improves, his intelligence also improves, so his reading speed, understanding ability, and memory all jump, and he can quickly remember to look at it.

Two hours later, I finished reading the first half of the book from the Emperor's time, and found that the two worlds of the ancient basics were basically the same, although there were some more wonders in the Emperor's time.

Su Zhidi sat down, placed the ancient qin on his legs, and then began to try. The ancient qin was divided into three tones: Pronunciation, Pantone, and Tampering, a sound made by the right hand playing an empty string, the sound was thick and wide, symbolizing the earth; Pantone, a sound made by the left hand tapping the string, the right hand playing the string at the same time, the sound was much brighter, like the sound of a golden stone, symbolizing the sound of the sky; Tampering was made by the left hand playing the string, the right hand playing. The biggest musical feature of the Guqin is the change in sound caused by walking up and down the left hand. Mandarin turns wonderful, like a voice.

All the sounds were played in these three ways, which seemed easy to say, but Su Xin tried it and found it difficult.

“Kites, kites...”

Su Zheng played intermittently according to a simple recipe.

He played very hard and thought he was making rapid progress, but he seemed to forget one thing: he didn't have a lot of musical cells.

“Who's playing the piano? ”

“Oh, it looks like Su Jun. ”

“This young man is very leisurely. ”

On the side of the construction team, the crowd talked a few times, beginning with a toned mindset.

After a while, however, they were a little unbearable. The sound of the violin was not only irreconcilable, but also unspeakable. The construction side was already noisy. However, as if all the noise could not compare to the sound of the violin, it seemed as if a needle was stuck in the ear, making people very uncomfortable.

“Mr. Su, can you stop playing?” The two youths came to the tent and asked bitterly.

“What's wrong, it doesn't sound good?” Su Zheng's head stretched out the tent and asked.

“Well... can't you hear yourself?” The two young people are a bit speechless. It is not a question of whether or not to listen, it is a question of not hearing a certain degree of difficulty. It is also a matter of skill to play so badly.

“I can hear you. Feel all right?” Su Xiao said.

“Well... we don't have any musical cells, we get used to the sound of cutting machines and grinders, and we're a little uncomfortable listening to the music.” The two young people, faced with the large employers who had paid them to do so, did not dare to speak ill and thought about the wording, but did not notice that it was even more hurtful.

“I'm going...” Su Zheng's face is all dark. Isn't Nima's own sound worse than that of a cutting machine?

“Forget I'm quitting.” Su Zheng had a bit of a setback. Looks like he wanted to be a divine musician. It's not that simple.