About me traveling to the world of immortality but finding ways to surf the Internet

"Why?!" The handsome man fiddled with the strings, but had no intention of playing music. He recalled the scene when they passed each other in the musical instrument shop. He bit his back teeth and touched the cheek where he had just been slapped, feeling resentful. He couldn't accept why someone could be so radiant! He had never seen the stunning young man who entered the shop together with the tall man. He had never seen anyone as beautiful as that young man who eclipsed the surroundings. He walked side by side with the tall man, his eyes as bright as stars.

From the young man's expression, the man could tell that he was definitely not the same type of person as himself. Even just standing there, he could make others feel ashamed. Under his light, the man felt as if he had turned into a rat in the gutter. , ugly and disgusting.

He resented that even though he had never met the young man, why could the young man be like this? Why can that young man wear silk clothes, don't have to kowtow to others, don't have to be submissive to others like him, and even the concubine of the family master can slap him arrogantly!

"So jealous." A male and female voice suddenly sounded, startling the handsome man. He was sure that there was no one in his room just now, so where did this voice come from? The man nervously grabbed the chair to protect himself and looked around, and then saw a familiar and gorgeous face. "Deng Jiao?! Wait! You are not the eldest daughter of the Deng family! Who are you?!"

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot that the original owner of my face was named Deng Jiao." The young man with the androgynous voice smiled sweetly, but the young man felt creepy.

"What...what does it mean to be the original owner...you killed the eldest daughter of the Deng family?!" the man stammered, running back desperately, but tripped over the hem of his own clothes and sat down on the ground. He backed up with his hands, and soon his back hit the wall.

Deng Jiao, the eldest daughter of the Deng family, is a well-known beauty from all over the world. The handsome men know her because their master has been obsessed with her recently and plans to take her as his concubine. But the Deng family is about the same strength as theirs, so how could the Deng family give their young lady to someone else as a concubine?

The man heard that Deng Jiao was missing a few days ago, and thought that their master finally couldn't hold it in any longer and decided to take action first. Unexpectedly, he was killed by this neither-male nor female monster, and even used Deng Jiao's face!

"Ah, yes, this face is okay, isn't it?" The young man smiled and pinched his face and asked. The man just nodded in fear. It was clear that the young man did not make any attack, but he did not dare to resist at all. . "Speaking of which, it really opened my eyes that someone like you can be a man's favorite."

The man's already frightened pale face became even paler, and a surge of anger surged out of his chest, and then mixed with fear and turned into impulse! But this impulse did not make him rush to attack or escape, but made him blurt out begging for mercy. "Sir, my lord, you like beautiful faces, right? When I went out to buy a piano today, I met a young man from outside. His face was much prettier than Miss Deng! Of course, if you need it, I can also put it on you. You feel comfortable serving..."

The man's eyes widened in disbelief, and he touched the chest where a big hole appeared. His eyes fell on the beating heart in the young man's hand that belonged to him. Soon, the man's eyes turned gray and he fell sideways to the ground.

"Tsk! Damn, you're so verbose, I might as well watch it myself!" The young man cursed and complained. He squeezed the hand holding his heart hard, squeezing it into pieces as if squeezing juice. Then he raised his hand and opened it. mouth, swallowing the liquid mixed with flesh and blood. His teeth and tongue worked together to chew slowly. He looked at the man again with disgust, and then disappeared.

"Well, it's him? It's him, he's actually here, hahaha!" In the secret room where only the boy knew the location, the boy laughed. The trapped girl continued to tremble, having been imprisoned here for several days. She became emaciated and slovenly. The boy glanced at her and stuffed the remaining half of the heart into the girl's mouth. Even though the smell of blood was disgusting, the girl still chewed it hungrily. "Look at you, you look like a prodigal dog. You are really in an unusual mess, you despicable guy." The young man knelt down and said sarcastically.

"The shape of the hand used to play the zheng is like this, Xiaoyao, follow my instructions and keep the back of your hand flat..." After buying the zheng back, He Qianqing began to teach him. To play this zither, you don’t need to wear armor like the guzheng performances that Yang Yuyao saw in the original world before. The strings of this zither are twisted from silk and can be played directly with your fingers. Yang Yuyao even felt that the strings would break if he applied too much force. However, he bought extra replacement silk strings, and the shopkeeper of the musical instrument shop also taught him how to change the strings after they broke.

"Is that so?" Yang Yuyao imitated He Qianqing's movements. When he bought the zither, he also bought a zither stand. However, the zither stands in this world are very short and are suitable for playing while sitting cross-legged on a futon, not a stool. Maybe you like to use a shelf like this because it is convenient to carry it around with your zither. The structural principle of this shelf is somewhat similar to that of a maza, and it can be folded and stored.

A shelf that is too high is inconvenient to carry around. After all, the purchase of iron products by mortals in this world is strictly controlled. Shelves, for example, can only be made of wood or bamboo. This high shelf is large and heavy, and it is really difficult to carry.

"Yes, and then pluck the strings according to the teacher's technique. The thumb is used as a support, and then..." He Qianqing continued to teach carefully. Perhaps because of the remaining muscle memory, Yang Yuyao picked up the skill very quickly. , in less than a cup of tea, Yang Yuyao can play the song "Little Stars". Of course, compared to the past when Yang Yuyao practiced playing this piece on the piano, the feeling of playing the zither becomes different.

"What song is this?" He Qianqing had just taught Yang Yuyao the position of the sound, and Yang Yuyao tried to play a song, but He Qianqing had never heard this song before.

"Stars." Yang Yuyao replied, swallowing the small words silently.

"This song sounds very lively and has a sense of innocence of a child." He Qianqing described the feeling this music brought to him. Yang Yuyao suddenly felt that his master should actually be very talented in music. He did not mention that this song was a children's song, but He Qianqing easily heard this feeling.

"Xiao Yao, since you can get started, try playing the canon." He Qianqing said, Yang Yuyao nodded, recalled the music score, and started playing. In fact, learning an instrument is nothing more than remembering where each note is on the instrument and being able to play them accurately. The rest is to memorize the music score and improve your proficiency. If you can play the music accurately with the music score, you can be considered to be good at playing.

As for playing well, being able to perform perfectly without the need for music scores, and even allowing the listener to not only hear the music, but also hear the artistic conception and emotion in it, is already a higher level thing. . And it not only requires the skill and talent of the performer, but also places certain requirements on the listener. Even if it is a master's performance, it will be difficult to find a close friend. If a person without the relevant knowledge listens to a great performance, even a god-level performance will sound good, but they won't know how powerful it is.

Having said that, Yang Yuyao does not pursue the goal of reaching such a high level in music. Maybe he can reach a very high level after practicing for hundreds or thousands of years, but to be honest, Yang Yuyao hopes that he can enjoy music. The listeners to others' playing rather than the performers. As for the music in Xunlian, Yang Yuyao's idea is that if there is enough profit margin in this area, he can hire specialized people to write and perform the music in the future.

It’s cool to do everything by yourself and build yourself into an all-around person, but it’s also tiring. Yang Yuyao still remembers that the old director of their research institute told him when he helped him establish a research team that a good leader does not need to do everything perfectly, but to truly develop his own expertise and then use his subordinates to Arrange people in the most appropriate positions to do the most appropriate things. When the team you lead can operate efficiently and perfectly transform your own ideas into reality, this is the ability that a leader should have.

In Yang Yuyao's original idea of ​​using Xunlian to build a network, he did not plan to operate alone. Building a team was definitely an inevitable choice. And all the skills I have learned and mastered are just for better development in the early stage.

In fact, Yang Yuyao had not touched the song Canon for several years. His grandfather’s piano was left in the house bought by his grandparents for Yang Yuyao’s father. The dormitory area of ​​the institute was not large. After they moved in together to take care of him, it became even more crowded, so naturally there was no room for a piano. The violin that Yang Yuyao used before was also left at his father's house. However, he bought an electronic keyboard that can be connected to a computer and can play it occasionally.

After working, the songs Yang Yuyao plays are basically the soundtracks of his favorite works, and those classic songs are basically no longer played. But the reason why classic songs are classic is that you can always hear them from time to time even if you don’t search for them deliberately. Probably because of this, Yang Yuyao has not forgotten Canon's score. But as soon as he finished playing the prelude, a knock on the door interrupted his performance. He Qianqing went to open the door and found the innkeeper and a man dressed as an official standing outside the door.

"Sorry to disturb the two immortal masters." Seeing He Qianqing open the door and learning the identity of the two from the shopkeeper, the official quickly saluted respectfully and said, "I am just doing things impartially, and I hope you two can cooperate!"

"What's the matter?" He Qianqing asked, and Yang Yuyao looked over in confusion. The shopkeepers who were stunned by the official status and were stunned again were stunned, and it took a while before they came back to their senses.

"This is what the Immortal Master is like," the leading official replied, not daring to look at Yang Yuyao for fear that he would fall into it again, "We are here to ask, what are you doing in Yufeng?" Did you meet a young man who just bought a piano at the piano store?"

"Yes, but that man just passed us by without paying attention to his appearance. Did he commit a crime or was he in trouble?" He Qianqing asked after answering.

"He was killed by someone. I wonder if the two of you can go to the Yamen with me." The official asked.

"Yes. I'm here for the first time, so you can show me the way." He Qianqing gave Yang Yuyao a look and said.

"It should be." The official responded, and then he saw Yang Yuyao and He Qianqing summoning their long swords, standing with them, floating outside the window.

"Come up, it's faster this way." Yang Yuyao said, and thoughtfully enlarged the sword. Several officers were dumbfounded, and looked at their leader. After seeing the leader standing up, they cautiously stood on the sword. body. "Let's go." Yang Yuyao said. The two officers who had just imitated them immediately squatted down and tried to grab the blade of the sword, but they couldn't.

The four official messengers Yang Yuyao and He Qianqing who came here each carried two people, but at this time they made exactly the same reaction at the same time, as if they had made an appointment at the same time, making Yang Yuyao want to laugh but not funny. If he was wielding a sword, Yang Yuyao would not make the sword bigger. The reason why he made the sword bigger was so that the two officials he was carrying could stay away from him and avoid touching him.

"Don't worry, I won't let you fall. Just show me the way." Yang Yuyao said to the two officials he was carrying, and then started to take off, but the two people were still too nervous to stand up. He Qianqing quickly Then he kept pace with Yang Yuyao. The leading officer he was carrying was probably more courageous. He stood up hard, but his feet were still shaking. But after a while, these officers gradually relaxed after discovering that standing on the sword was indeed very stable.

"I actually have a chance to go to heaven!" After rising to the high altitude and meeting the lowest cloud layer, one of the officials carried by Yang Yuyao exclaimed excitedly, while the other one leaned against his colleague with a pale face, as if he was afraid of heights. Fainted.

"Can...two immortal masters fly...lower? It's too...too high and...I can't...can't tell the way!" requested the leading official, who was probably also a little afraid of heights. , so the two of them lowered the altitude by about two hundred meters. This time the leading official was able to guide the way.

Of course, flying with a sword is much faster than walking on foot. Although these officials are all skilled in martial arts, no matter how fast they are, they are still not as fast as flying with a sword. The door of the Yamen was open, and several people in different clothes stood outside the door, watching He Qianqing and Yang Yuyao land with official servants in their swords, and stopped at the door of the Yamen. Everyone saluted, even the men in official uniforms were no exception.

"Hello, two Immortal Masters, please excuse me for bringing me two Immortal Masters!" These people shouted, lowering their heads and not even daring to look at Yang Yuyao and Yang Yuyao.

"Let's talk directly. What is the specific situation? What information do you want to ask me for?" He Qianqing asked after He Qianqing and Yang Yuyao put away their swords. Yang Yuyao silently hid behind He Qianqing, using He Qianqing's size to weaken himself. He had a sense of presence and took a sneak peek at the four official servants they had brought. Except for the officer who seemed to be afraid of heights and vomited all over the floor as soon as he woke up, the other three people looked at it with excitement, but if you look carefully at their legs, they were still trembling.

Then Yang Yuyao observed the other people present. Except for the official officials, the person wearing official uniform was undoubtedly the magistrate of the yamen. Next to him stood a man who looked like a master. In addition, Yang Yuyao also saw the shopkeeper of the musical instrument shop, a man and woman in gorgeous clothes standing together. And in the lobby of the Yamen, there was a bloody white cloth covering it, and it was obvious that a dead person was lying underneath.

Yang Yuyao spent some energy to sort out the context of this matter. The young man who was killed was surnamed Chang. He was the favorite boy of Mr. Gao and was good at playing the piano. Because the original piano was broken, he rushed out early today to buy a new one. As soon as he left, He Qianqing took Yang Yuyao to the Yufeng piano shop. The man surnamed Chang returned to the Gao Mansion after leaving the piano shop, and had a conflict with one of Mr. Gao's concubines. After the conflict, he returned to his house angrily. When he was discovered by his servants, he was already dead. The way he died was that his heart was taken out. When he was found, he had just died, and his body was still warm.

According to those members of the Gao family, this man is probably no longer favored. In fact, including Mr. Gao, they don't actually care that his favorite man is dead. In this world, to put it bluntly, male favorites are just slaves who are more beautiful and favored. People who are slaves will die when they die, and the government will not specifically file a case for this. This time when the case was filed, the man was not treated as a human being, but as a piece of damaged property.

The reason why the people of the Gao family chose to report the murder to the police was because the method of killing was too horrific, and he died in their house. It didn't take long from the time the man left after arguing with the concubine to the time he was found dead. The mysterious murderer can easily invade their mansion without alerting other people, kill people in a way that is difficult for ordinary people to do, and disappear silently. The murderer's method is clean and neat, and the dead man There were not even many traces of escape struggle, which made them very frightened.

However, it is obviously unrealistic to rely on confessions to investigate the matter clearly. Even if all the people the man had met today were invited, no one would be able to provide effective information. The owner of the piano shop was an ordinary mortal, and he had just completed a pleasant business with the deceased, so he had no motive for killing.

Yang Yuyao and He Qianqing were not even sure whether this man was the man they passed by when they went to the musical instrument shop. Even if they were monks, they would not keep every passerby in mind all the time. They came and could only help confirm the time the man left the store. Moreover, the man was not killed outside, but in his room in Gaofu. In terms of suspicion, the people in Gaofu were the most suspect.

"Can I see his whole body? I'm a little curious about the circumstances of his death." When the inquiry reached a deadlock, He Qianqing suddenly asked.

"Of course." The county magistrate decisively agreed to He Qianqing's request and had the white cloth completely lifted off. There was a cry of surprise from the crowd. Mr. Gao's wives and concubines and some other women and even some men who were watching were so frightened that they backed away. He Qianqing took a step forward and looked at it carefully.