I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

"Don't worry about it. I will attend a banquet tonight, and some people who can speak in the Senate will be there. We can contact these people at that time to see if the chosen ones from other camps are present. "

Du Danping laughed.

"banquet"

Feng Yu glanced at Lu Jian.

She suddenly had a feeling that if Lu Jian went, the college election would be more difficult.

"What's the matter, the banquet means that there is something delicious, we can have a good meal."

Lu Jian looked at Feng Yu and said excitedly.

"You should eat more then."

Feng Yu said perfunctorily.

"no problem!"

Lu Jian answered decisively.

He and Feng Yu changed into the clothes Du Danping had prepared for the banquet, and in the evening, they arrived at the entrance of a building under the pyramid.

This building is different from other purely functional buildings. The pillars are carved with lifelike animals and plants, which looks magnificent, with bright lights and loud voices.

Lu Yi is wearing a plain robe, which means that the scholar's robe is the symbol of the academy, and there is an eye icon of the academy on the back.

Feng Yu is wearing a light white long skirt and sandals. She is at least a well-developed lady in her 20s. Many people's eyes.

However, when Feng Yu took Lu Jian's hand, the men all showed disappointed expressions.

And Lu Yi only looked at the food at the banquet.

A wide variety of food is placed on the table. Compared with the brown mush eaten during the day, this place is simply a food paradise.

Lu Yi picked up a piece of food that looked like the leg of some creature, looked at the slightly charred surface, and swallowed.

"what is this?"

He asked the waiter who was about fourteen or fifteen years old.

"It's bug legs."

The female waiter was taken aback for a moment, and then replied.

Lu Jian's face wrinkled into a bitter gourd.

Ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a monthly ticket!

===860. Great musician===

Bitter gourd belongs to bitter gourd.

As long as it is delicious, even bug legs are fine.

Lu Jian peeled off the scorched chitin shell, and saw the gelatinous insect meat inside that was solidified by high temperature heating. The meat exudes fragrance, tempting people to eat it in large pieces.

Lu Jian tore off a piece of warm meat and put it in his mouth.

Chew and chew.

After eating it, Lu Jian felt a little regretful.

So unpalatable.

Although it looks good on the surface, it’s really hard to eat. It’s like looking at a perfect piece of finger-licking chicken, but it’s Wallace’s grilled chicken legs in your mouth, and a glass of iced Coke is gurgling. It was found that it was the same as the toilet cleaner.

Lu Jian noticed the look in the waiter's eyes. He tried his best to control the muscles of his face without twitching or vomiting, and swallowed the worm meat abruptly.

"If you still need it, I can help you get it."

The teenage waitress smiled.

"I'll digest it first."

Lu Jian declined the other party's request.

Seeing the waiter leave, Lu Juan hurriedly hid and retched twice, but unfortunately the worm legs he ate had already entered his stomach, and he couldn't get them out unless he reached in.

"Isn't it delicious?"

Seeing this, Feng Yu asked.

"It's worse than you."

Lu Bing told the truth.

"..."

Feng Yu looked at him with a smile.

Lu Yi hurriedly took another bite of the bug legs on the plate.

"Sure enough, you are still more unpalatable."

He changed his tune.

Feng Yu wanted to say something, but there was a noisy voice from the side.

"Mr. Du is here."

Looking at this group of "senators" in their teens and 20s looking around, Lu Jian suddenly felt a little funny.

At the entrance of the hall, Du Danping walked into the hall wearing a classic-style robe. He greeted everyone, and many people also greeted him, like a respected elder. To give him a face.

Du Danping came to the side of the hall, next to a piano.

This piano is obviously also an unearthed cultural relic. The paint on the surface has long been peeled off and mottled. I don’t know how long it took to restore it. It stands here like a singer who has been independent from the old age. .

Du Danping sat down in front of the piano.

Lu Jian doesn't know if anyone in this world can play the piano, but he knows very well that in today's wasteland, even the most artistically talented person cannot match Du Danping's half score.

Du Danping put his fingers on the keys and tried two notes.

The piano's pitch is not accurate. As an instrument left over from the old era, it is its best effort to be able to produce sound.

But just as great musicians can play beautiful melodies even with rulers and calculators, under the hands of [musician] Du Danping, this piano burst out with surprising melodies.

The music like flowing water lingers at his fingertips, and the intoxicating melody lingers in the hall. On this wasteland, only now exists a moment of peace.

If music has magic power, then Du Danping is now a magician who can bring people into a fantasy world and be mesmerized.

Lu Yi has no doubt that as long as Du Danping is willing, he can use this music to manipulate people's hearts, reverse the situation, and even control pollution and prevent alienation.

This is extraordinary power.

At the end of the song, people even forgot to applaud, as if they were still intoxicated by the image brought by the music just now, unable to extricate themselves for a long time.

Lu Yi subconsciously ate the grilled bug legs on the plate.

"Great musician."

A young man applauded.

The others recovered from their trance and applauded.

Amid the applause, Du Danping presented another song, which was full of melancholy and made everyone fall into a trace of sentimentality.

At the end of the song, Du Dan stood up, and soon several female members of the Senate gathered around, eagerly discussing topics related to music.

Du Danping communicated with them in a gentlemanly manner. After saying goodbye to these ladies, he looked towards Lu Jian.

Lu Jian held a cup in his hand, which contained a kind of wasteland drink.

"It's mead made from a worm called a honey worm."

The waitress introduced.

"Oh, just like mead."

Lu Jian took a sip, the taste of the wine was not strong, but it had a strange taste, although it was not as bad as Feng Yu, but it was not so delicious.

"It's brewed from the excreted liquid after honey bugs eat other bugs."

The waitress added.

"That is..."

Lu Yi looked at the translucent liquid in the cup.

Life in the wilderness is really hard.

Taking advantage of the people around him not paying attention, he quietly put down the cup.

"Well, how did the banquet feel?"

Du Danping came to Lu Jian and asked.

"Everything is very bad."

Lu Bing told the truth.

"Haha, it's true that the eating habits here are different from those in other foreign lands, but as long as you get used to it, you can still taste something."

Du Danping chuckled softly, and as he spoke, he picked up a meatball cooked from the eyeballs of bugs, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

"You rely on music to gain the favor of other people?"

Feng Yu was not interested in food, she looked at those little fans of Du Danping and asked.

"You mean using extraordinary abilities to manipulate people's hearts?"

Du Danping glanced at those little fans and smiled at them.

"I can indeed use music to do these things, but at least in the wasteland, I didn't do it. Those saints can perceive extraordinary power. If I used music to confuse them from the beginning, then I would not stand Here it is."

"Cultural cognitions in foreign lands are different, but at least in the wasteland, music is common. In order to survive, they gave up a lot, including art and music, but that feeling and resonance are preserved in their genes. When the old days When the melody is played, they will naturally be moved."

Hearing Du Danping's words, Feng Yu was silent for a moment, then spoke again.

"But the music shouldn't be enough to convince those in the Senate."

Just like the reality, even if one person sings a song, he will not entrust his future, wealth and life to the other party. After all, art is nothing more than a luxury compared to survival.