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——Sacrifice——

There are only three people in the ancient music club, and two of them are still graduating students. Since no one has joined them for years, they almost use the activity room as their study room. The two of them huddled in the activity room, and no one would disturb them.

But it’s different recently, there is one more person in their club, a junior, who asked for the key to the locker from the teacher.

The lockers had been dusty for so long that they couldn't even remember.

After opening the storage room, dust came rushing in. Gong Lingxi spent a lot of time cleaning it up, and then took out the things in the locker and checked them one by one.

When the ancient music club was first established, the president bought a lot of things, and the club was lively for a while, but as they left, the number of people gradually decreased, until now.

There are not many things, some repair tools, a few music books, and a few simple musical instruments.

There is a musical instrument lying in a long box, which looks a bit like a pipa, but its design is simpler than that of a pipa, and the sound is quite different. Gong Lingxi has never seen it before, and it should be a musical instrument that appeared later.

There is also a flute, but it is not a bamboo flute, but a flute made of metal.

As the instruments were dug out one by one, a sense of loss couldn't help jumping out. These were not the instruments he was familiar with. This era seemed to have completely forgotten his past.

The storage room was reopened, and the two seniors also came to watch. This door has not been opened for a long time. When they first entered school, there were laughter and laughter every day. Would like to come here again until it is completely forgotten.

Seeing these familiar things again, they seem to have seen the scene when they first entered the school. The president forced them to fill out the application for membership. It is estimated that only the president can do such a thing.

"One instrument is missing."

"It seems to be that Senior Jiang's piano is not here. Could it be that Senior Jiang has come back?"

When they left, they didn't take the instrument away, but stayed here.

"I remember it seemed to be placed on this shelf. The senior was most afraid that others would mess with his piano, so he kept it on the top shelf."

He climbed up and found a rectangular box. He opened the box and found that the body of the piano was as good as before. This is also due to the development of preservation technology. Wood is easy to damage, but relying on the latest preservation technology can greatly delay the corrosion and damage of wood. Peeling red paint.

Another person saw it and sighed, "It seems that only Senior Jiang understands this."

"Yeah, what the president used to say most often was "You dissonant sound". "He imitated the tone of the president's speech and amused his companions.

Although senior Jiang was often excluded during the ensemble, no one asked the senior to learn another instrument. The senior looked at the piano with gentle eyes. No one could make such a request, and no one could bear it.

They thought they would never see that look in their eyes again, time passed, the past reappeared, fingertips slid across the strings, and unspeakable longing mingled in the sound of the piano.

Wherever love comes, there is joy.

That kind of emotion can be felt not only by the people around, but also by the birds in the sky and the flowers and plants on the ground.

On the lawn, a person slowly opened his eyes, his eyes full of disbelief.

After a while, the man came to the storage room following the sound of the music. In the storage room, the two seniors were still in their dreams. Seeing someone break in, they were really frightened.

Gathering his mind, Shang Liu saw the situation in the room clearly, and asked Gong Lingxi who was still stroking the strings, "Are you the one playing just now?"

Seeing someone coming, Gong Lingxi frowned, "Why is it you again?"

Isn't this the guy who chatted with him out of nowhere yesterday and gave him tickets to the amusement park with evil intentions.

Shang Liu didn't notice Gong Lingxi's dissatisfaction, "What's the name of the music just now?"

After being reminded, Gong Lingxi came back to his senses. He was so excited after touching the piano that he didn't even notice it when he played it. Moreover, the score was not any one he had learned, but it was in front of the tomb, and the man burned it to him. the tune.

"Feng Xingcaoyan", the score of the Zi family, how could he remember the score of the Zi family?

He remembered the scene he saw after death. After death, the soul should ascend to heaven, but he didn't. He stood by the coffin, not knowing where to go.

Until one day, Master Guoshi came.

It has been a long time since he stepped out of the priest, but now he appeared in front of his tomb.

Eyebrows are like snow, cold as ice, but handsome as heavenly man, time has not left traces on him, just like when I saw him for the first time back then.

He was chanting an incomprehensible incantation, which should be a language of blessing or something.

Green smoke rises from the incinerator, red flames sway, and ashes fall from the burned place. The flame gradually devours the paper, and the tongue of fire rolls over the writing on the paper, swallowing them all. The writing on the paper is not a spell, but belongs to The language of the violin.

Those wonderful characters are like ink and wash, floating on the paper, swaying in circles, and turning into pleasant piano music.

He had heard this piece before, and it was played by the current head of the Zi family during the piano banquet.

There is also this one, the tune is clear and distant, and the sound penetrates the nine heavens. It is the time of offering sacrifices to the heavens, and the flute and qin are played together. It is called "You Feng Lai Yi".

Song after song reverberated in my mind, slowly faded away, and turned into a little bit of starlight.

These songs come from the Zi family, so they are naturally untold secrets. Not only the Zi family, but also other songs, these families are not generous enough to contribute their unique skills.

As a musician, he knows that there are people who can never forget, but he did not expect that Master Guoshi actually has such an ability, but it is a bit wasteful to just use these scores as sacrifices to pay homage to an unknown musician. up.

Famous songs should be handed down to future generations, passed down from generation to generation, for future generations to practice, so that they can experience the intentions of their ancestors, instead of being roasted by flames, turned into ashes, and disappeared quietly like now.

What was burned was not only the piano score, but also some words that he could not understand.

The flame devours greedily, no matter if it is a piano score or a spell, as long as it is in line with its heart, it will accept it without being tactful, until the last piece of paper is swallowed, the air is filled with a faint fragrance, and there are plants. The fragrance, and sandalwood.

He watched all of this without moving, including the actions of the national teacher, he did not leave immediately, but reached into his sleeve and took out a bamboo slip.

It turned out that it hadn't finished burning.

Master Guoshi did not immediately throw the bamboo slips into the fire, but unfolded the bamboo slips, his eyes glanced at those ancient characters, and he sighed slightly.

Gong Lingxi couldn't understand those characters, but she also understood that they were not spells, but ancient characters. If you carefully identify the characters used thousands of years ago, you can still recognize a few.

There were three words written in the first column, and he could recognize the first word, sound.Looking at the next two words, I feel vaguely familiar, but I can't remember them.

Seeing that Gong Lingxi didn't answer, Shang Liu wasn't discouraged, instead he had the cheek to hold back, waiting for Gong Lingxi to continue playing, anyway there was still time.

But Gong Lingxi didn't play any more, he still had a lot of things to do, not as boring as the one in front of him.

Guwusha recently taught new moves, and Gong Lingxi wanted to practice again, as well as daily basic training. If the time was later, the training room would be closed.

"Why did you leave..." Shang Liu hurriedly caught up with Gong Lingxi who was about to leave.

Gong Lingxi naturally wouldn't explain it to someone she didn't know well, but this person didn't have any self-knowledge, and followed her from the storage room to the training room, chattering in Gong Lingxi's ear endlessly.

"What's the name of that music?"

"I invite you to dinner, you tell me, okay?"

"My name is Shang Liu, what's your name?"

Shang Liu was very insistent on that song, but Gong Lingxi didn't want to tell him that there was nothing Gong Lingxi was used to about this person from head to toe.

Ever since he found the Guqin, Gong Lingxi would go to the activity room every now and then to have a look. The violin is the property of the club, and he has no right to take it away at will.

Of course, the two seniors had no objections. Some people played the piano for free, and the music Gong Lingxi played had the effect of calming the mind, which was actually good for them. They began to look forward to it.

However, there is an unsightly guy in the club. After suddenly rushing into the activity room that day, this guy has been pestering Gong Lingxi, and even came here to play the piano for free. He is not from the ancient music club, so why is he better than their reports? diligent?

"Lingxi, are you free this weekend?"

Look, even the last name is omitted.

Gong Lingxi really wanted to ignore him, but finally replied, "I have something to do in the club on Saturday."

"So you're free on Sunday?" Shang Liu looked very excited, obviously something good happened.

Miya Lingxi nodded.

"Let's go to the competition, the preliminary round of the National Mecha Competition."

People in this era like to watch mecha competitions very much. No matter men or women, Shang Liu took it for granted that Gong Lingxi was also interested in it, but Gong Lingxi would rather come to participate in club activities, and he flatly rejected Shang Liu's proposal.

The next day, Gong Lingxi heard the same invitation from Jiang Hongna, but he knew more details than Shang Liu.

"The president will also participate?" Gong Lingxi couldn't hide her surprise, seeing someone looking at him, he restrained his expression again.

Jiang Hong said long ago that Liu Fenghua was not only the champion of martial arts competition, but also the runner-up of mecha competition, but he only listened to the former one.

"That's right, the president and the president of the Mecha Club are partners, and the two have a tacit understanding."

Gong Lingxi changed his mind, he wanted to watch this so-called mecha competition, Liu Fenghua is not a person who indulges in fun, he will participate in the competition, which shows that this competition is not just a game.

The competition was held in the gymnasium near the school. In order to cooperate with the mecha competition, a special stage was set up. The stage was made of hard metal and could withstand various physical attacks. No matter how noisy the mecha was on it, it would be fine.

Participants sign up as a team. A school does not limit the number of applicants, so there are many people who sign up, and not all of them have the conditions of holiness. Some people don't have a complete mecha, so they simply buy parts and assemble them The mechas are also varied, some imitate the shape of animals, and some are painted to attract attention.

Liu Fenghua and Shen Qi's group was assigned a DIY player, the opponent's strength is not bad, all kinds of basic moves make them look good, if they are placed in the normal group, they will probably survive for a long time, if they are lucky, say They may not be able to make it to the promotion match, but unfortunately, their opponent is last year's runner-up.

Liu Fenghua figured out the opponent's strength, so he stopped showing mercy. The mechanical arm slammed heavily on the opponent, and the opponent had no time to react. Although his companion saw it, it was too late to rescue him. There is an even more difficult problem here, like Like a cat playing with a mouse, it doesn't attack him, but it makes him feel uncomfortable. Whenever he wants to struggle, the other party will hit him.

"Don't play anymore, just end the game..." Liu Fenghua switched on the communicator and said to his companion.

"receive--"

The opponent had already wanted to admit defeat, but before he could utter his words, his opponent suddenly changed his attack method, and without hesitation, he directly fell to the ground with the man and the mecha.

The preliminary competition was like a hodgepodge, there were all kinds of players, and naturally there were some hilarious battles.

"With opponents like this, I can beat them by myself..." Jiang Hong couldn't help saying proudly after watching the match.

But Gong Lingxi asked him a heart-wrenching question, "You can also drive a mech?"

Jiang Hong has never piloted a mecha, but at the moment he can only hang his neck and say, "Have you seen the movement of the president? It is the basic move of ancient martial arts. This kind of mecha is not difficult to operate. The difficult thing is how to control it." Ancient martial arts are integrated into the mecha."

He can't, but he has done a lot of homework, especially the glorious history of the president. Speaking of these, he seems to have really piloted a mech, and he can't help feeling a little proud.