Chapter 1087 1087: The inversion of civil and military affairs (16) [Please give me a monthly vote]


    Music score?


    This answer exceeded Ning Yan''s expectations.


    Her guess was a variety of answers, and none of them were related to the music score. Furthermore, the war is at the moment, and the master is not a person who likes music theory. Why did he suddenly make some music scores? Ning Yan said in confusion: "What do you want to write the music?"


    Chen Tang answered very happily: "Play it."


    Ning Yan was almost stunned: "Now?"


    Chen Tang asked back: "What if it is?"


    Ning Yan: “…”


    Based on the common perception of the public, Ning Yan''s first reaction was that he could not tie the music theory with the war. These two were completely incompatible. If you really need to connect with the connection, you can only connect the war drums, gongs and other objects.


    If you think about it carefully, I heard that Chu Yao had studied sound attack.


    Chen Tang said: "Some people like to take things out of context and use the ''Witch Doctor and Musicians and Musicians, gentlemen, and gentlemen to make a fuss about it'' in the broken chapter of the Spiritual Spirit, to determine that all civil and military skills are prescription skills. What''s the result? In addition to civil and military affairs, there are also medical and ink, each with their own spiritual spirit, which shines brightly one after another. Since that''s the case, why can''t there be musicians? Music may also be a killer move."


    Under normal circumstances, sound is indeed the fastest and most efficient method for wartime transmission. For example, drum sounds can not only boost the morale of the three armies, but also order the army to attack and retreat according to different rhythms, and hold the rhythm of the combat in your hands.


    Chu Yao had some wonderful ideas in his early years, believing that "music sound" should not be limited to this, and may be able to achieve the same amplification effect as other literary and spiritual words, but the effect is very little and always stays at the theoretical level. However, he also followed this idea to open up other tracks. If he didn''t fight, he would have to charge as soon as he fought.


    In Wei Shou''s words, if the general who killed him was a mad dog without a rope, Chu Wuhui would be the most gentle and elegant mad dog who would bite his leash by himself. He could not tell whether he was a human or a dog, whether he was normal or crazy.


    He looks calm and steady on the surface, but he has long been red-eyed inside.


    Chen Tang recognized Chu Yao''s ideas.


    There must be one in the Hundred Schools Temple for Musicians!


    Ning Yan was almost convinced by Chen Tang.


    but-


    She has never heard that the Lord is good at music theory.


    Out of caution, he asked, "How sure is the Lord?"


    Chen Tang held the piccolo that came from Gu Chi and said with confidence: "I''m not sure, but I''ve succeeded before."


    She didn''t lie.


    It’s just that the successful person is not her but a bad thought.


    This matter can be traced back to the decisive battle of Yonggu Pass many years ago. Chen Tang led the elite troops to the rear of Shiwu to make trouble, and Shiwu''s main force failed to attack Yonggu Pass. Yonggu Pass was held, and Chen Tang also returned safely and triumphantly. During the celebration banquet, Chen Tang half-rejected and accepted Xun Zhen, the gold-swallowing beast. He drank a lot of wine under great joy and sorrow, and his evil thoughts came out and went to pay tribute to the banquet.


    These details were all told by Gu Chi to him later.


    Gu Chi also told her that the song "Soul Crossing" played by evil thoughts is quite good. Just when Shen Tang was secretly happy that "he" was not only literary, martial, but also good at calligraphy and painting, Gu Chi poured cold water on her: [She only knows a song "Soul-Sending". 】


    Chen Tang naturally didn''t believe Gu Chi''s words.


    How could someone have excellent music theory but only know one song?


    Gu Chi said: [What she admitted in person is that the original words are ''I only know this song'' and ''Nothing else, practice makes perfect''. 】


    No matter how bad the music theory is, if you only practice one song over and over again, you can play well as long as you are willing to spend time and energy.


    Chen Tang: […]


    She practiced secretly afterwards without believing in evil.


    Alas, there is no need to mention the effect of the private blowing. Chen Tang was looking forward to the swimming fish that was expected to come out, but he waited for the sinking fish and the falling geese and the shaming flowers. For the first time in my life, I know that the last two idioms can be so realistic! Chen Tang was so angry that he broke the flute.


    Why do you pick it up now?


    Of course it is because of an unintentional word.


    Gongshuwu can summon heroes with the intention of a warrior for his own use. The principle is similar to Wei Cheng''s abacus, so Chen Tang hopes to get a strategy to defeat the enemy from Gongshuwu. Gong Shuwu''s answer is just the same as Chen Tang expected. However, Jimo Qiu provided another idea - if he could soothe and relieve these souls and eliminate their obsessions, he could achieve the effect.


    Really solve the problem from the root.


    Chen Tang asked him for advice: [The high priest has a wonderful plan? 】


    Jimo Qiu: [The solution is in the hands of Your Highness. 】


    Chen Tang pointed at himself: [Me? 】


    Jimo Qiu nodded: [You know. 】


    More content cannot be disclosed because this is everything he knows. Chen Tang scratched his head in confusion, kept thinking about his own skills, and even found good thoughts to work together.


    The three-year-old good thoughts were finally reliable.


    [Someone can tell the solution you said. 】


    Chen Tang was overjoyed and shocked: [Who did you say? 】


    Three-year-old Shannong said with a smile: [Evil thoughts. 】


    Chen Tang: […]


    She suddenly felt like she was dating.


    Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed, and Chen Tang thought of this little episode a few years ago. Unfortunately, the only living person who had heard of "Soul Transfer" was Gu Chi. Chen Tang asked him for a worker''s ruler, but where could Gu Chi give it to him in a short while? He had only heard of it once, and it was really embarrassing him to completely replicate the "Soul Crossing" based on his memory alone.


    This score was not finalized until the war began.


    Chen Tang did not place all his hopes on this. He did planB and planC and then chose to implement which plan to follow the development of the battle. Unexpectedly, Wei Cheng and his uncle made a temporary mistake, which caused Chen Tang''s backup plans to be useless.


    Looking at the army of skeletons that are as unstoppable as cockroaches, Chen Tang was weakened his military value now and could only choose to activate this seemingly absurd plan. Jimo Qiu was responsible for capturing the thief and first capturing the king. He followed Gong Xiqiu and approached the enemy''s leader. Before he set off, Chen Tang also imposed a few amplifications on him: [Go. 】


    Jimo Qiu''s eyes flashed with a hint of excitement.


    [It is a blessing for being able to drive your highness to the autumn. 】


    Unlike Jimo Qiu''s excitement, Gong Xiqiu rolled his eyes and muttered: "The one who paid more money was too much. 】


    Alas, my brother is so incompetent.


    What is Mama’s personality?


    Alas, the wild dogs have to clamp their tails when passing by, for fear that they will be wiped out by her. The eldest brother also showed that he looked like "It''s a great honor to be fleece". Will he not be squeezed out in the future?


    The Jimo Qiu brothers went to find the national teacher of the Yongsheng Cult to face the front, and Chen Tang went to Gu Chi to ask for the music score and took out a flute.


    Open the music score and look carefully.


    The surface looks light and calm, but in fact, I feel very nervous.


    You can understand the music score, know the rhythm, and even simulate the effects in your mind. However, you can do it once you ask, and you will be useless.


    Chen Tang''s hands holding the piccolo were trembling nervously.


    It’s nothing to brag wrongly, but it’s very hard to lose face in front of the three armies.


    The nervous person is not only Chen Tang, but also Gu Chi, an insider. If evil thoughts dominate, he will naturally not worry, but the dominant person is the master. Music theory belongs to the level where the seven orifices are connected to the six orifices, and there is no one. I dare not think how embarrassing it would be to fill my ears.


    Chen Tang: “…”


    She took a deep breath and finally couldn''t bear it anymore. She roared: "I don''t want me to take out a needle to sew your mouth up and close my heart."


    No matter how much the complaints were, Gu Chi did not reveal important information. But no one knew that she wanted to play the song, and no matter how ugly it was, it would only harm people in a small way. Gu Chi didn''t keep the door in mind, and complained in her heart that she knew nothing about her music theory. As the master, she doesn''t want to be faced? Chen Tang almost had the intention to kill now...


    She took several deep breaths in a row.


    There is no doubt that I feel like I am performing on stage at a school evening.


    He even took the flute back at one point.


    This emotion did not last long, because just as Shen Tang blew the first syllable, he instantly entered a magical state of ethereality. Her hands seemed to have their own consciousness and spontaneously played this song "Shun Flying the Soul". Chen Tang was slightly stunned, resisting the interrupted thought and allowing himself to immerse himself in this state.


    In an instant, the loud flute broke through the sky.


    It is like a cold light cutting off the **** murder whistling on the battlefield.


    It is clearly a sorrow to soothe the dead souls, but this song does not see any heavy, sadness or sadness, nor does it linger in my heart. It only has a kind of excitement, open-mindedness and elegance. The sound of the flute penetrated into his ears, and even his heavy body was three points lighter.


    Even Chen Tang himself was immersed in the sound of the flute.


    He closed his eyes like an intoxication.


    The first time, the flute sound range only covers part of the central army.


    The second time, the sound of the flute expanded to the three armies of our side.


    I don’t know if it was the influence of the music. The originally aggressive skeleton martial arts hand movements were three points slower than the naked eye, and its strength was not as fierce as before. The turbid flames pounding in their eyes gradually became clear. Ning Yan was the first to pay attention to these changes and was shocked.


    She repeatedly confirmed that it was not an illusion.


    Not only were these scattered skeleton martial soldiers, but even those skeleton martial soldiers who were trapped by her in the illusion of the Word Spirit and like headless flies were much quieter. Some of them were looking at each other in a daze, as if they were looking at where they were and what they were doing.


    Ning Yan clenched her fists nervously.


    The third time, the sound of the flute was filled with a lot of literary spirit and left with the wind.


    At the same time as the spread range, the impact also doubles.


    The skeleton martial artsman loosened his hands and his weapon landed on the ground.


    This scene seemed to be contagious, and one or ten out of ten, and more and more skeleton soldiers stopped or lost their weapons. This made the soldiers of Kang Guo who were killed by life not long ago at a loss.


    No, what happened?


    [Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo


    At this time, Ning Yan heard a series of whimpering sounds. At first glance, it sounded like the sound of the wind, and when she heard it carefully, it seemed like a person was crying. The voice was sad and resentful, as if it was endless grievances and sadness, which made people''s noses slightly sore. When I traced the source of the sound, it turned out to be a skeleton!


    The skeleton martial soldier who lost his weapon covered his face with both hands.


    Even the flames that were beating in the eye sockets turned into a ball of wriggling luminous liquid, rolling down the eye sockets one by one.


    Qian Yong''s mouth was so shocked that he could swallow two eggs in one mouthful.


    Look at a group of skeletons, and then look at Chen Tang.


    He slapped his thigh: "It''s really evil!"


    It was the right choice to know the current affairs back then!


    In a short while, the sound of the flute entered the fourth time. This time the range was larger than the third time, covering a large pit and touching the battlefield of the High Kingdom. Perhaps because of the simpler thoughts and lighter obsessions, the third wave of skeletons was affected the latest, but the reaction was the biggest. When they were driven away from their instinct, they looked around and saw clearly the area they were in, hugged their heads and shouted, and were excited.


    Gao Guo also realized something was wrong.


    They were tortured by these skeleton martial soldiers. Almost every time they breathed, their familiar robes would fall down, and their bodies were covered with pale bones. Blood splashed onto the bones of the skeleton martial arts will be absorbed instantly, and the latter will move more and more flexibly.


    The front line was forced to retreat again and again.


    The enemy''s scale is getting bigger and bigger. In less than two hours, nearly 20% of the casualties occurred, and the morale of the entire army has tended to collapse. Gao Guo reacted and organized a counterattack, but the effect was not as good as expected. It’s not that Gao Guo’s combat effectiveness is really that bad. In fact, Gao Guo’s military soldiers are basically from good families and have guaranteed combat power. They just can’t stand the work and work harder, and they don’t do their best at all. Wu Xian used to please the national teacher of the Yongsheng Sect and suppress dissidents, which made people feel disappointed.


    People are dispersed and the team is difficult to lead.


    The cohesion and morale of the army can be imagined how vulnerable it will be. Once the situation is unfavorable, it will never be reversed.


    Wu Xian was furious but had no choice.


    He himself is also a clay Buddha who crosses the river and cannot protect himself.


    The Jimo Qiu brothers intervened to save his life, but it did not mean that Wu Xian was completely safe and he was still surrounded by enemies.


    "What''s going on?"


    Wu Xian was covered in blood. He was almost cut in half by the skeleton that had just been attacked. If he hadn''t avoided the vital points, his body would have been cold now. As the strength is exhausted, the strength is getting worse and worse.


    Gong Xiqiu, a literary scholar, was completely reluctant to save him.


    No word can come.


    Gong Xiqiu listened carefully: "It''s the sound of the flute."


    Wu Xian felt that he was wrong in the point.


    "You haven''t noticed that these skeletons are worse than before?"


    Gong Xiqiu said: "No."


    He really didn''t find any difference.


    Wu Xian almost squirted out a mouthful of old blood.


    “…Oh, I asked the wrong person.”


    He shouldn''t have asked Gong Xiqiu, this little braid looks relaxed and doesn''t look like he is here to fight. Carry a strange wooden stick from beginning to end, knock it when you see a bone, and sprinkle something randomly. Those skeletons were scared when they saw him, and they couldn''t even hide, so how could they dare to come over?


    Gongxi Qiu naturally has no pressure.


    When Wu Xian couldn''t bear it, he would lean against Gong Xiqiu. Although it was embarrassing, at least it was safe. It was better to be embarrassed than to lose one''s life.


    After Wu Xian reminded him, Gong Xiqiu also realized it later.


    Chala-


    The skeletons chasing Wu Xian suddenly broke up without warning.


    Wu Xian''s eyelids twitched and he stretched the distance.


    Some of these skeleton martial soldiers still retained their cunning during their lifetime. They took advantage of their own advantage of being broken up and could be regained. They were deliberately hit by Wu Xian and suddenly attacked while Wu Xian was entangled by other martial soldiers or relaxed their vigilance. Wu Xian didn''t expect them to be fooled and was fooled. If it weren''t for Gong Xiqiu''s help, Wu Xian''s life would not be enough to play.


    He waited nervously for a few breaths.


    The time exceeded the longest time for the skeleton to recover.


    The pile of bone racks still had no response.


    Chala-


    Another noise.


    A few, dozens, dozens, hundreds of...


    In the end, skeletons fell apart one after another.


    The battlefield is full of white bones.


    Only the sound of the flute resounded throughout the sky.


    _(:3”∠)_


    Alas, I feel that the employment situation this year is even more sad than last year. Several elders around me are looking for jobs again. They are old and difficult to find... Shiitake mushrooms don''t know how many years they can work full-time and hold their chins.