: One hundred and seventy-two. Tool Ginseng

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After returning, Xia Yu came to her room and conducted experiments.
There is no way to make them a blockbuster with all the existing tunes, so just make a tune that is not available now.
Since music lv5 can copy the songs of the previous life, then, the music tracks of the previous life, right?
Come on a symphony of destiny?
But soon, Xia Yu gave up this idea. The Symphony of Destiny used piccolo flute, trumpet trombone, and violin, which was too complicated.
For other pieces, either piano solo or violin solo, in Xia Yu's memory, there is no piece that can meet the needs of An Siyao and Liu Manman.
Crossing out the tunes that were written, Xia Yu thought while turning his pen.
Music is a huge category. If you compare skills such as violin, piano, guzheng, and flute to branches, there is no doubt that music is the root of a tree and can reach all the branches on it.
One of the branches must also belong to music, that is-music creation.
Since there is no suitable tune in this world, and there is no suitable tune in the previous life, then just make one by yourself.
Music lv5 means that music creation can reach the level of lv5 by itself. It is not difficult to create a song.
However, the creation of music is not a two-day work, at least it takes months as a unit, and now there are only five days left.
Time is easy to solve, Xia Yu can shorten the time by using experience cards, but one thing is needed to create music
--inspiration.
Without inspiration, there is no way to start.
Speaking of inspiration, it seems that someone has such a bonus.
Who is it?
After thinking for a while, Xia Yu finally remembered Wen Ziying, her own novelist school girl.
After tidying up things, Xia Yu went downstairs.
He met Liu Manman.
"Where are you going?" Liu Manman stopped him.
"There is something, I expect to be back tomorrow morning." Xia Yu replied.
"Wait, what are you going to do about the song? Don't you want the third song?" Liu Manman is still struggling with this matter, "I knew I wouldn't bring An Siyao, we will be together. "
"Then maybe we won't have the chance to be on that stage at all. The ensemble of Chinese music in China has a better combination than ours, and the combination of styles is probably eliminated." Xia Yu replied.
"I mean, what is your idea!" Liu Manman asked again, "If you want to play solo, it should be you. Only the e ending has a solo possibility."
"Wait until I come back." Xia Yu replied.
"Wait, we will set the song when you come back tomorrow morning. Tell me what you think first, so that I can be mentally prepared." Liu Manman refused to let go.
Xia Yu could only reveal: "I want to play a piece that has never appeared before."
Liu Manman was taken aback: "Do you do it yourself?"
"I'll talk about it tomorrow." Xia Yu, who was in a hurry to catch the high-speed rail, hurriedly went downstairs.
"Compose your own music? How could it be possible." He curled his lips, Liu Manman didn't believe it.
Although well-known musicians in the past can arrange music basically, they are only in the past. Now composition and playing are separate fields.
After sighing again, Liu Manman sighed that his life was too bad.
A teammate thinks about the almost impossible thing of solo, and another teammate thinks about the impossible thing of composing himself.
The only thing that is normal is her.
Standing by the window, Liu Manman watched Xia Yu get into the taxi and left the villa.
Xia Yu was lucky. He was catching up with a high-speed train to Zilang. After more than half an hour, he arrived at the Zilang high-speed railway station.
Taking the subway again, Xia Yu came to Wen Ziying's neighborhood.
It was late at night, and Xia Yu avoided the camera and came downstairs to Wen Ziying's house.
Fortunately, Wen Ziying only lives in an ordinary community. If it is a high-end community, Xia Yu would have to work hard to get in.
Lifting his head, he looked at Wen Ziying's house on the fifth floor. There was no light in the room.
After taking a breath and using singing skills to change her voice, Xia Yu shouted: "Wen Ziying, Wen Ziying!"
The sound echoed in the empty buildings at night.
Wen Ziying on the bed opened her eyes, she stood up and came to the window.
"Who?" She looked downstairs.
No one answered her.
Having troubled for a while, Wen Ziying was going to go back and take a photo with her mobile phone, but she found that she could no longer control her body.
She suddenly remembered an urban legend.
"Someone outside the window calls your name, you must not agree, otherwise you will be possessed by a ghost."
How is that urban legend solved?
"Don't panic, it's just a ghost who was unhappy in his lifetime. Just make him happy and he will leave. Generally speaking, just let him play computer games for a few hours."
Is it really just playing games?
At this time, she heard her own voice, which was not made by her, but by another creature in her body at this time.
"Yo." Xia Yu said hello to Wen Ziying in general, "I'm sorry to trouble you again. As a gift, if you have trouble in the future, you can post a notice of finding someone to find cousin Liu Changgui in the Polaris Daily, I Will come and help."
"It turned out to be you." Wen Ziying breathed a sigh of relief. She was frightened just now, "What are you doing again, the blame has destroyed your language again?"
Wen Ziying talked about the last time.
"No, this is a European seal attack." Xia Yu said casually, "Today's time is a bit tight, I won't talk to you."
After speaking, he went to the dark living room, sat on the sofa, and began to think.
He also has ten experience cards. If you use them, plus the basic eight hours, it's a total of eighty-eight hours.
Although the eighty-eight hours was a lot, he was not confident that he could make a brand new song.
Then, just adapt the existing song.
In his mind, there were many songs that he knew.
Sting dreamer, sparrowhawk, night shadow, dead soul...
Guda etudes, old bridge ends, echoing reed leaves, red and white windmills...
White Wolf, Yennefah, Triss, Wild Bee...
After an hour’s recollection screening, Xia Yu found a suitable tune.
-Palace of Origin.
This was originally a modern piano music, but in Xia Yu's mind, its notes changed and the music interlaced.
When she came to Wen Ziying's bedroom, she threw away the clothes she was hanging on the chair. Xia Yu sat at the desk, replacing the notes with long and short horizontal lines, performing deductions in her mind.
Seven hours later, Xia Yu had completed the draft. This was just an inspiration. It would take a long way to turn it into a song.
After writing down the manuscript, he burned the paper used for recording.
"It's over?" Wen Ziying asked.
Xia Yu nodded when he glanced at the bright sky outside the window.
"Can you return the body to me? And what did you just write?" As a fantasy novelist, Wen Ziying was not scared at all, but felt a little exciting.
"This is not what you should know."
"Tell me nothing, right? Who are you on earth?" Wen Ziying's heart was like a cat scratching.
Looking at the time, I saw that there were still more than 20 minutes to 8 hours~EbookFREE.me~Xia Yu looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and slowly said:
"This will start from 1978. In order to detect mineral resources, eleven explorers and a black cat came to Greenland, where they unearthed a meteorite..."
Wen Ziying was stunned by the success. Eight hours later, Xia Yu returned to her body with satisfaction.
Tuo Yu was already sitting in the car and returned to Yaoguang.
He distinguished where he was now, had breakfast first, and then stopped the car to An Siyao's house.
On the mobile phone, he left instructions for Tuo Yu, and Xia Yu landed on An Siyao's body.
If you want to open an experience card to arrange a song, you must need the music bonus on An Siyao, and you cannot use it without the bonus experience card.
He pretended to ask An Siyao's team, and then asked An Siyao to give him everything.
When they came to the practice room, he and Tuo Yu met their eyes, and the two began to perform.