Holy Light, This Elf is Worth a Hammer

"The design of the power supply is indeed a product of the last century. This kind of thing has been eliminated as early as 800 years ago. The utilization rate of electric energy is extremely low, not to mention it is easy to explode. Fortunately, they are just playing for fun, otherwise they would have already brought people with machines. It was blown up together, and this kind of fool-like external equipment, as well as the stacked processing alchemy modules, are all problems."

"The only thing that can be seen is this alchemy system that converts and records sounds. It's quite interesting. Although the craftsmanship is rough, human imagination and creativity are indeed stronger than elves." Lei Nuannuan held a wrench in his mouth, The speech was a little vague.

"Let's solve the problem of whether it can be used first, and optimize it slowly. How long will it take?"

"It took half an hour at most. I have all the parts and equipment in my laboratory. I just need to simply optimize the wiring and simplify the panels that need to be used. But I don't know anything about music, so I tuned it. You still have to do the work, and limited by the limitations of the machine itself, this thing can only change and store the tune of one song, and if you want to sing something else next time, you have to tune it again.”

"It's quite troublesome. Forget it. Anyway, it's just a gadget that I play with when I'm in a good mood. I don't know when it will be when I sing next time."

"Then you decide on the song you want to sing. I'll go and change these things first. I'm looking forward to your embarrassment with this thing, hehehe." Lei Nuannuan smiled very badly, and the malice in his heart turned into motivation His hands and feet are also much more diligent than usual.

Half an hour passed in a flash, and although the piano still had the bloated appearance, the overall performance had made a qualitative leap.

Gently pressing the keys, the unique ethereal spirit of the piano gradually reverberates, a little rotation of the button on the interface, mixed with the change of electronic sound, makes the original ethereal spirit become a little bit violent and intense.

"That's right, at least the timbre is very pure. If that's not the case, it's no problem even if you put it outside." Half of the quality of an instrument depends on its own timbre. It feels very twisted. For non-professional ordinary people, the sound quality of the instrument will determine the lower limit of a song.

The upper limit of a song depends on the strength of the singer.

"Hurry up and tune it up. Let's record this first. The A major is raised, and the rhythm of the drums is half a beat slower." Feng Xian, who devoted himself to the arrangement, was completely immersed in the ocean of music. The relatively complicated tuning made Feng Xian I had to choose relatively simple repertoire. Although there are music scores in this world, Lightning Bird is a music idiot, so Fengxian can only rely on his innate musicality to tune one by one.

Due to time constraints, Fengxian chose an old song with a relatively long history. First, because Fengxian personally prefers old songs, the resonance of the music is relatively pure.Unlike most modern pop music, which is mostly synthesized, the rhythm is fast and a bit overwhelming. Most people often only remember the melody and ignore the singer himself, while the old songs of the last century are limited by the times. , its accompaniments are all created to highlight the characteristics of the singer itself.

And the rhythm is relatively slow, which allows the singer to play better. Secondly, this song is more in line with the atmosphere and the tune is simple. The second half is basically repeated, and there is no need for too many adjustments.

"It's a pity, I originally wanted to sing Xinbaodao." For sad songs, Feng Xian is actually full of resistance. Isn't it more sad to sing such sad songs just because life is so difficult.

But this song is an exception.

Feng Xian tried to play the tune, which was almost exactly the same as the tune he remembered.

"I didn't expect you to really know how to play the piano." After two hours of tuning with Feng Xian, even a fool can see Feng Xian's professionalism. Fengxian can accurately judge the difference between the two tones.

"It's okay, to be honest, I don't really want to play this piece."

Each song needs to be integrated with the singer's own feelings. Only songs with emotions have soul, and the sadness of parting is exactly what Feng Xian dislikes the most.

"Okay."

"Can I sit in?"

"Of course, but remember not to be discovered by others." Feng Xian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, calling out strange power and a group of his own elves, singing a difficult song by himself, and showing it well no matter what.

"Oh~ it's out!" Opening the door of the warehouse, some dim light came into the eyelids, as if God was also assisting Fengxian, the originally sunny sky also covered Fengxian with a layer of haze, after cleaning up The city lord Luo Ying, who was dressed in luggage, had already taken off the gorgeous clothes at this time, and the plain clothes had the feeling of a girl next door.

"It's okay, Mr. Ji's face hasn't changed from the beginning to now." Fengxian showed a smirk, and the elves behind him have already started to help Fengxian move all the equipment he needs. In some empty battlefields.

"Hmph." Ignoring Fengxian's provocation, Ji Wuming bit his pen, his brows still frowned. According to his original idea, he wanted to draw a picture for the elves who Fengxian proposed, but Arceus was limited to the legendary gods. , No one knows its full picture so far, Ji Wuming can only write poems for it in desperation, but it is too difficult to write poems for Arceus.

From ancient times to the present, there are not one thousand but eight hundred people who have written poems for Arceus, and the difficulty of innovation can be called the most difficult in history.

On the contrary, Feng Xian has already grasped the core of his problem.

"But... don't think that you've won." Ji Wuming sneered. Although music is the most suitable option for Meloetta, playing songs in front of Meloetta is undoubtedly a trick. The poems he wrote No matter how vulgar it is, at least it is better than being self-defeating.

The assembly and splicing were completed quickly. After habitually dragging away Xanadu who was relying on his master, Big Needle Bee and a group of Fengxian elves became Fengxian's audience, even the most naughty Yi At this moment, Bu was sitting obediently with the listening crowd, and Juaner, who sneaked out his head from the grass, was also curiously looking at Fengxian who was stroking the keys.

"What is this doing?"

"Don't ask, asking is just pretending." Xueshi, who was sitting on the small bench, stared at Meloetta sitting in front of her like a wolf, or stared at the other's chest.

"This bastard...what did he eat to grow so big?" Stuffing the energy cube in her hand into her mouth, the amiable Miss Yuki had an expression full of resentment at the moment, an unprecedented expression since the appearance of Meloetta. Xueshi's sense of crisis made Xueshi especially nervous, even Li Ye had never brought such a sense of urgency to Fengxian.

"Dang." The deliberately suppressed accent brought everyone's thoughts together.

Stretching out his hand to adjust the angle of the microphone, Fengxian closed his eyes and let out a breath of foul air slowly. Emotion is the soul of music, and the more unforgettable the emotion, the more it can resonate with the audience. This song Fengxian has only I sang it once, but only this time made Fengxian unable to let go of it in his life.

He is an outcast, and he is the lone star of heavenly evil that is rare in a hundred years, but everyone who is with him will encounter misfortune, but looking back on his life, Feng Xian feels that he is lucky, because the love he received is no more than that of others. When I needed help the most, it was my old man who carried him back from the corner of the street and dragged him to the big one with feces and piss.

This is his luck, so he never complained about his misfortune, because his luck ran out from the day he met his old man. It was he who raised him up and gave him an irreplaceable family affection in the world.

The song he sang for the first time in his life was in the old man's mourning hall, and this song has become Fengxian's eternal regret.

Caressing the surface of the piano with ten fingers, together with the melodious prelude, led everyone into his inner world.

"Drop your eyes and turn off the lights. Look back at this period of life." There was a slightly sad singing voice, and the steady tune mixed with the feeling of regret almost stunned the audience at the beginning. Meloyer, who was originally like stagnant water, Ta also raised his head slowly amidst this slightly sad tune.

A painting seemed to appear in front of everyone. Under the dark blue light, everyone couldn't see Fengxian's eyes, but they could feel the kindness in his music. At first it was sad, then it became soothing, and then it became After warming up, a burst of rapid notes slipped by, and it seemed to be able to hear the melancholy voice of my heart, which was a kind of parting sorrow.

【If I could live a thousand times more】

【I wish I was still in front of you. . 】

[I want him to have the warmth of this life all his life. . 】

In the midst of this parting sorrow, the originally stable tune gradually became high, just like the appearance of standing up again after being sad and frustrated, saying goodbye to the relatives who raised him, and the future road can only be him alone go on.

But he is not alone anymore, because this warmth will accompany him to persevere. If we say the only regret, it is Fengxian's filial piety that has not yet been expressed in the future.

[There is nothing for you. 】

[But please rely on this song. 】

[Thank you, Rain and Rain. 】

【Never quit and stay with me】

The poor boy who doesn’t have a dime in his trouser pocket can only give this song in front of the mourning hall. It’s a pity that it blends into the singing and infects everyone present. The singing that is endowed with soul is like a book. The above describes Fengxian's life, and if you understand it, you will naturally understand Fengxian.

The resonance in the music opened up Fengxian's heart, and made everyone immersed in it and moved by Fengxian's regret.

"Walking..." The musical resonance made Meloetta, who was like a puppet, stretch out her hand unconsciously, wanting to caress Fengxian's face. The strong resonance seemed to stimulate Meloetta's memory, Two lines of clear tears slowly slid down both cheeks, looking at the scene in front of him, Ji Wuming, who was also immersed in it, was stunned.

Although Ji Luo is his daughter in name, in fact this is just a fabricated identity. Her existence is far older than the Ji family, and she is the patron saint of the Ji family.

He, Ji Wuming, grew up watched by Meloetta. Once upon a time, this beautiful woman walked into his heart, but there is a difference between a man and a god. No matter how hard Ji Wuming works, Meloetta His heart is still closed, and 70 years have passed by in the blink of an eye, and Meloetta is still young and beautiful, but Ji Wuming has grown from a babbling child to a dying old man. old man.

For thousands of years, Meloetta has sealed her feelings in the deepest part of her heart. For 70 years, Ji Wuming has never seen her laugh and cry. She is like a puppet, standing silently by the window. famous tune.

But today, she was in tears, and the resonance of the music awakened her deepest emotions.

"Not good!" Ji Wuming immediately reacted and pressed the switch on his right hand, and the two transparent earmuffs blocked all the sound.

The resonance of the music makes Meloetta's power also play out, the hair blown by the breeze is like a beating note, and the stronger emotion than Fengxian instantly blends into the singing, almost outrageous from Fengxian In just one pass, Meloetta has completely memorized the chorus part of the song. The same song was played by Meloetta in front of everyone's eyes. A completely different picture scroll unfolded.

The pain of parting seems to be empathetic, and the heart-piercing feeling makes people want to cry.

What is this sorrow that pricks the breast?

The strong resonance made everyone present see the memory she had sealed in her heart. The coldness hit everyone's faces in the majestic heavy rain. Under the baptism of the torrential rain, a young man who couldn't see his face hugged her. The dead lover knelt in front of a stone tablet and told his sorrow.

"That's it." Ji Wuming cut off the power cord of the alchemy piano, the melody full of sorrow came to an abrupt end, and the resonance gradually dissipated, and the people who returned to reality had already blushed from crying inadvertently .

And Meloetta, who was in the audience, did not know when she stepped onto the ring and hugged Feng Xian tightly in her arms, her eyes were full of love and compassion.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" when she came back to her senses, Xue felt that this color on her body became more and more vivid, "Let me go!! You bastard! That's his fiancé!"

"..."

Chapter 470 Reversal

The slightly chaotic day finally came to an end with Ji Wuming's abstention.

Just kidding, he sang and cried Meloetta himself, he used his ass to win.

Therefore, Ji Wuming simply abstained, but anyone with a little intelligence understood that this was just the beginning of the commotion.With the promotion of Luoying City Lord, the entire Yingmancheng can be said to have fallen into the hands of Ji Wuming, or to put it more clearly, the current Yingmancheng has become a city directly under the Ji family.

The city directly under the ancient family!

It doesn't matter which ancient family it is, but any city that can be associated with these families is basically destined to be a treasure land. Let alone the other things, after Ji Luo bought the entire Yingmancheng, the land price alone has doubled After a while, it was the same as the little-known Luoxing City at that time, just hang the four characters of the ancient family, and the value of the real estate of the people in the city doubled geometrically.

From the panic at the beginning to the numbness and joy at the end, it took only one day for the people in the city to get used to it. Although they were also very reluctant to part with the former owner of the city, after several reforms and tax incentives, the people of this small rural town Residents were quickly incorporated.

A large number of caravans did not know where they heard the news, and they rushed into the city overnight in flying elves, and the performance of spending money like water made the local residents stare in shock.

"The sky has changed. The current Yingmancheng is completely different from the previous Yingmancheng." The changes in the current situation have also made the various gymnasiums in the city extremely excited. Originally, they were just an unknown alleyway in a small rural town. It was just a museum, but now it’s different.

It has directly changed from a rural city to a municipality directly under the central government, and the promotion of status has benefited the gymnasiums in the city in disguise. Let’s just make a simple analogy. A teaching institution opened in a rural area and a teaching institution opened in a municipality directly under the central government are different. The quality and teaching conditions are completely the difference between heaven and earth, not to mention that after this P1 competition, single-category gymnasiums will dominate.

Originally, even if they won, they were just one of hundreds of rural cities. There are so many gymnasiums in the Kingdom of Shadows, one of them is not too many, and one of them is not many, but there is only one city directly under the ancient family.

There is only one scorpion cake.

Faced with such a situation, Yingmancheng's magic dojo may become the biggest winner, because there is no one to compete with them at all. On the contrary, the pressure on other gymnasiums is even heavier. In response to this situation, Yingmancheng, who was already turbulent, began to learn Changes in some upper-class cities, some small gyms knew they couldn't compete with those established gyms, but couldn't bear to see themselves kicked out, so all kinds of alliances appeared.

Even youth, who has always been underestimated, received some explicit or implicit contact.

"Teacher, what do you think?"

"What do I think, I'm not the owner of the museum." Feng Xian rolled his eyes at Maruji and said angrily.

"Hey." Maruji rubbed his swollen forehead, and there were many envelopes spread out in front of him, most of them were some low-level gyms who wanted to follow the trend of the times to get a share of Yingmancheng.

"If you want me to tell you, all these spineless guys will be kicked out and none will be left. I have no skills and want to rely on others to make money. There is no such good thing in this world." Sayuri snorted softly, but Ah Kuan picked up the envelope on the ground and considered it carefully.

"It's kind of interesting, these gymnasiums dare to do anything just to stay in Yingmancheng."

This time, the P1 Championship will directly affect the teaching system of the entire Kingdom of Shadows, changing from a self-supporting private teaching to an official unified public one. A city is only allowed to have one identical gymnasium. There are advantages and disadvantages to such a one-size-fits-all approach.

The advantage is that some swindled and abducted garbage gyms can be eliminated directly from the root, but if there are two or more equally excellent gyms in the city, it will be a bit painful to cut them all off.

In some big cities, there are quite a few top-notch gymnasiums, and taking out any of them is not comparable to those remote rural towns like them.

In order to continue to survive, these top gyms have paved the way for themselves in advance, that is to unite. No matter who wins this game, the winning side can directly "swallow" the losing side, but this kind of Annexation is developing in a positive direction. The losing party retains its own management rights, but the style dogma and even the most important name of a gymnasium will be replaced by the winning one, which is managed and supervised by the winner, which is equivalent to the winner. In a disguised form, he expanded his position in the city he was in.

And the strength will be even higher.

"Isn't this a franchise store?"

"What join?"

"Nothing..." Feng Xian twitched the corners of his mouth, and sure enough, human economic acumen is the same no matter which world it is placed in, "If you compare the Youth Gymnasium to a school, the winner is the Youth Academy Headquarters, those who want to The one who wants a share is the branch school of Youth Academy."

"Uh... you can say that."

"Then I can give you a suggestion. Unless you can guarantee that the teaching mode and conditions of these small gymnasiums are the same as ours, it is best not to accept them. It is also good to keep these guys who clearly want to use the name of the dojo to make money. The scourge, you must know that it is the youth dojo who bears the infamy, not them."

"...Understood." Maruji sighed, and finally let go of the temptation to let the youth come and bloom the whole city of cherry blossoms.

"Small ones are not needed, but big ones can still be considered. Our strength is enough, but in terms of teaching level, we are still far behind. We are far less experienced than those old guys. Even if we can win, we want to win." Consolidating his position in Yingmancheng is also quite troublesome." In terms of the overall situation, Hiroshi is still a little self-aware, compared to the brave Sayuri, or the more or less conservative Maruji, who has been surrounded by hooligans since he was a child. A Kuan, who is struggling in the world, understands the evil and greed of the human heart better than they do.

"We can try to win over some big gyms... For example... Black Feather."

Hearing this name, Maruji and Sayuri raised their eyebrows instinctively, not to mention the personal grievances between the Youth Gym and the Black Feather Gym, they framed them just two days ago, and they were almost kicked out up.

"That's why I always say Maruji, you are too immature to be the master of this gym, maybe you can be a good teacher, but you will definitely not be a good master, just like the stubborn man lying on the bed now Like an old man." A Kuan helplessly spread his palms.