I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler - Chapter 861 860. Great Musicians

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   Chapter 861 860. Great Musicians

  Bitter gourd returns to bitter gourd.

   As long as it is delicious, there is no problem with bug legs.

  Lu Bian peeled off the charred chitin shell, and saw the gummy bug meat that was solidified by the high temperature heating. The meat was fragrant and tempted people to eat it in large pieces.

   Lu Kizuna tore off a piece of hot meat and put it in his mouth.

   Chew and chew.

After eating   , Lu Bian regretted it.

  It's so unpalatable.

Although it looks delicious on the surface, it’s actually really hard to eat. It’s like looking at a perfect piece of finger-sucking chicken, but when you eat it, it’s Wallace’s roasted chicken legs, and a glass of iced Coke just slurps down your belly. Found to be the same as toilet cleaner.

  Lu Bian noticed the waiter's eyes, he controlled the muscles of his face with all his strength and did not twitch or vomit, and swallowed the worm meat abruptly.

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

  The teenage waitress smiled.

   "I'll digest it first."

   Lu Kizuna declined the request.

   Watching the waiter leave, Lu Bian hurriedly hid and retched twice, but unfortunately the legs of the insects he ate had already entered his stomach, and he couldn't get them out unless he reached out.

   "Isn't it delicious?"

   Feng Yu saw this and asked.

   "It's worse than you."

   Lu Kizuna told the truth.

  “.”

   Feng Yu looked at him with a smile.

   Lu Kizuna hurriedly took another bite of the bug's legs on the plate.

   "Sure enough, you are more difficult to eat."

   he changed his tune.

  Feng Yu wanted to say something, but there was a loud noise from the side.

   "Mr. Du is here."

  Looking at the appearance of this group of "seniors" in their teens and twenties, Lu Bian suddenly felt a little funny.

At the entrance of the hall, Du Danping walked into the hall wearing a robe with a classical style, he greeted everyone, and many people also greeted him, like a respected elder, it seems that all camps are on good terms with him, all 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 fallen off and mottled. I don't know how long it took to repair it. It just stands here like a singer who has been independent from the old era. .

  Du Danping sat in front of the piano.

  Lu Bian didn't know if anyone in this world could play the piano, but he knew very well that in today's wasteland, even the most artistically gifted person couldn't match Du Danping's half point.

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

  The piano's tone is not accurate. As a musical instrument left over from the old times, it is already its best effort to be able to make sounds.

   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 running water roams at his fingertips, and the intoxicating melody lingers in the hall. Above this wasteland, there is only a moment of peace.

  If music has magic power, then Du Danping is now a magician, who can bring people into illusions and become intoxicated.

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

   This is extraordinary power.

When the song    ended, people even forgot to applaud, as if they were still intoxicated by the imagery brought by the music just now, unable to extricate themselves for a long time.

   Lu Kizuna subconsciously ate the roasted insect legs on the plate.

   "Great musician."

   A young man applauded.

  Others came back from their trance and applauded.

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

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

   Du Danping communicated with them in a very gentlemanly manner, and then, after saying goodbye to these ladies, he looked towards Lu Bian.

   Lu Kizuna held a cup in his hand, and the cup was filled with a wasteland drink.

   "This is mead brewed from a bug called honey bug."

  The waitress introduced.

   "Oh, just like mead."

  Lu Bian took a sip. The wine taste was not too heavy, but it had a strange taste. Although it was not as bad as Feng Yu, it was not as delicious.

   "It is brewed from the liquid excreted by honey bugs after eating other bugs."

   the waitress added.

   "that is"

   Lu Kizuna looked at the translucent liquid in the cup.

   Life in the wasteland is really hard.

   He quietly put down the cup while people around him were not paying attention.

   "How is it, how did the banquet feel?"

  Du Danping came to Lu Bian and asked.

   "Everything is bad."

   Lu Kizuna told the truth.

   "Haha, indeed, the eating habits here are different from other exotic places, but as long as you get used to it, you can still taste some flavors."

  Du Danping chuckled and said, picked up a meatball cooked from a bug's eyeball and put it into his mouth to chew.

   "You rely on music to gain other people's favor?"

   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 the little fans and smiled at them.

"I can use music to do these things, but at least in the wasteland, I didn't do that. Those saints can perceive supernatural powers. If I used music to confuse them in the first place, then I would not stand Here it is."

"The cultural cognitions of foreign countries are different, but at least in the wasteland, music is common, and they gave up a lot in order to survive, including art and music, but that feeling and resonance are retained in the genes, when the old days When the melody plays, they will naturally be moved."

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

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

   Just like reality, even if a person sings a song, he will not entrust his future and life to the other person. In the end, art is just a luxury compared to survival.

   "Music is just a means of getting closer. In the wasteland, the most fundamental reason why you can get better with other people is to reflect your value."

  Du Danping said.

"Because of this, the pursuit of the academy is difficult to understand, because it is difficult to intuitively transform the exploration of the past into value that can be used immediately. So far, the things people have excavated in the ruins have not served their original purpose. Some functions, even the piano, if I hadn't noticed it, I'm afraid it would only be scattered in the garbage heap, and no one will find it."

   He looked at the person who was talking in a low voice not far away, and pointed to the other side.

   "Exactly, let me show you the leader of this city, the saint of Utopia, his name is Plato."

   (end of this chapter)

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