"I'm going back."
After Yang Qingxuan heard the content of the competition, he didn't stop at the moment.
Chen Ting nodded and said: "Well, you should prepare well, although I think you have absolutely no problem, but it's better to be careful."
After Yang Qingxuan returned to the dormitory, he sat cross-legged in the secret room, recalling the shock caused by the Kagura in the library.
He raised his hand suddenly, moved his index finger in the air, and with a sound of "Zheng", a rhythm appeared out of thin air and turned into ripples.
Yang Qingxuan frowned, looked at his fingertips, then touched his thumb with his middle finger, flicked it in the air, a wave spread under his fingertips, and there was another string sound.
"This eight-tone string finger is actually a temperament fingering."
After Yang Qingxuan's two fingers popped out, he suddenly had a clear understanding in his heart. The thumb of his right hand and the index finger were held together, and the middle finger of his left hand was bent and slightly hooked.
"It seems that you have comprehended all the eight fingering techniques."
A voice sounded out of thin air.
Yang Qingxuan frowned, obviously displeased, and said: "Master Dean, is it really okay to come in without knocking on the door like this? What if I'm picking up girls? Please pay attention to your quality."
"Hehe, those who do big things don't care about small things. They originally wanted to knock on the door. When they heard the fingering rhythm outside the door, they couldn't help but came in directly. Forgive me."
On the open space of the secret room, the space was reversed, and two figures suddenly appeared. Qing Buli smiled while stroking his long beard, and Wu Hao held the harp in his hands, with radiant eyes.
Yang Qingxuan stood up and saluted the two of them.
Qing Buli helped him up, and said enthusiastically: "There is no need to be polite, I just heard two rhythms in front of the door, it should be Jumangzhi and Wuyingzhi, right?"
Yang Qingxuan replied: "That's right. Except for the Jumang finger and the Yaoyue finger, I've only skimmed through the other six fingers, so I can't talk about comprehending them. But there are certain connections and commonalities between the fingerings. I've been thinking about this issue for a long time. , and now I know that the commonality is the Nine Heavens Waves Elder Wu Hao played last time."
Wu Hao said happily: "That's right, you are really talented, this song will be able to reappear in the world one day."
Under his excitement, he couldn't help plucking the strings, and an empty sound popped out, which clanged and resounded in the secret room.
Yang Qingxuan asked suspiciously: "Reappear in the world?"
Wu Hao explained: "The melody played by the old man has no form, but no charm. You will gradually understand it in the future."
With that said, he took out a golden booklet, looked at it lovingly, and handed it to Yang Qingxuan.
The booklet is tied with gold thread, with precious jade as the axis, and some musical notes and curves are drawn on it.
Yang Qingxuan said in shock: "Nine Heavens Waves?!"
Qing Buli said with a smile: "Exactly. You are the only one in the academy, other than the elders, who has read this sheet music."
Yang Qingxuan said: "I heard that tomorrow's game will be this song, if you give it to me now, will you be suspected of cheating?"
Qing Buli laughed and said: "Haha, it's only the top 16, so what difference does it make to you whether you cheat or not in the assessment? It's the right way to concentrate on mastering this song, don't worry about those trivial things."
Yang Qingxuan took the score and said, "Students must do their best!"
Qing Buli smiled gratifiedly and said, "Then we won't bother you."
With a flick of his sleeves, the space flickered, and the two disappeared out of thin air.
Yang Qingxuan looked at the book in his hand, his heart was inexplicably shaken, he sat down cross-legged hastily, untied the gold thread, and slowly opened the book.
The handwriting symbols inside are fresh and elegant, and at a glance, it seems like a voiceless song is playing on the face.
The poem inscribed on the front of the volume reads: Voiceless and secular, when will the disputes rest, who can destroy fame and fortune, and let the emptiness roam.
Yang Qingxuan murmured it several times, and his heart was moved. The poem was signed with two words, and it was called: Kagura.
"Who is Kagura to have such an extraordinary temperament, which is fascinating."
Yang Qingxuan was fascinated by the agility and elegance revealed between the lines, and immediately unfolded the booklet completely, and began to read it without distraction.
Outside the dormitory, the space turned slightly, and Qing Buli and Wu Hao appeared.
"Elder Wu, do you think he can inherit the mantle of Kagura?"
"I don't know, but if he can't, there's no one else who can."
The two walked away, one behind the other.
…
Yang Qingxuan flipped through the booklet alone in the secret room, and the notes jumped into his eyes one by one. He was fascinated by it, just like a trickling stream, singing by itself.
He was immersed in the cheerful rhythm unconsciously, unable to extricate himself.
After a long time, when the booklet turned to the last page, the music stopped.
Yang Qingxuan's eyes were confused, and his consciousness seemed to be still immersed in the score, unable to extricate himself.
After an unknown amount of time, his body trembled, he was completely startled, the confusion in his eyes was swept away, and two rays of light shot out.
"What's going on? My consciousness has been captured!"
Yang Qingxuan was horrified and broke out in a cold sweat.
For warriors, this is simply unbelievable. Even when they comprehended the Haoran Sword Intent, they did not enter such a state of complete emptiness.
"It's amazing."
Yang Qingxuan held the booklet in his hand, and wanted to turn it over again, but suddenly he was startled, his eyes were full of dull expressions.
The zhenqi in his body surged like a mighty river, unexpectedly powerful like never before.
After flipping through a piece of music, he broke through directly.
He clasped his five fingers, and a stream of light overflowed from his arms, "Not only the true energy...but both of them broke through..."
The late stage of Zhenwu Realm and Jade Marrow Realm.
Yang Qingxuan was stunned for a while, recalling the beauty of it, and suddenly said in surprise: "What time is it?"
He suddenly realized that a day and a night had passed.
Hastily rushed out of the secret room and ran towards the competition area.
…
"Dean, can we start?"
In front of a ring, in the spectator seats, Yi Kun turned sideways and asked for instructions in a low voice.
Qing Buli half-closed his eyes and said lazily, "Is everything here?"
Yi Kun said: "It's still short of Yang Qingxuan."
Qing Buli said: "Then just wait."
Yi Kun glanced at the sky, wondering: "But... the time has passed, it's obviously against fairness to wait any longer, and I'm afraid it will cause criticism."
Qing Buli said: "Criticism? Who is the criticism?"
Yi Kun said: "I'm afraid that a large number of students will criticize and feel unfair."
Qing Buli said: "If you have any criticisms, you can write them down and expel them directly."
Yi Kun: "..., yes."
He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, knowing that Qing Buli had defended Yang Qingxuan, so naturally he would no longer be bored.
The twenty-four students in the arena had already arrived, either standing or sitting, waiting patiently.
Except for a few people who were practicing with their eyes closed, the rest all showed signs of impatience, with a hint of anger on their faces.
"Sorry, I'm late."
A voice came from the air, and Yang Qingxuan flew down and landed on the ring, apologetic, and apologized to everyone.
(end of this chapter)