Chapter 671 Dancer Su Luo

"Huh? Very good, I would like to see -"

The man on the left side of the main judges' seat had a gloomy expression on his face. He ignored the "flower-touched man" who was hurriedly trying to explain. He waved his hand to signal.

The two investigators in the row behind him, who had been napping, stood up and walked quickly towards the seat where the voice came from.

It's far away from center stage, closer to the edge.

During the walk, the drinkers passing by on both sides showed fearful expressions and moved the seats under their buttocks inside. For a while, in addition to the sound of the investigator's walking shoes, the hall on the top floor was filled with the clatter of stools and chairs. A small sound.

But the eyes of the drinkers were still peeking towards the corner of the sound.

Whispers slowly began to ring out among the bolder crowd.

"This man's words may relieve his anger, but if he offends the authorities, he may be in trouble later."

"Probably not. This person must have drunk too much. The authorities won't care about drunkards, right? Just give him a lesson and kick him out. But if this person is also an artist himself."

"Then if you are put on a 'criminal record', you're done! I'm afraid you won't have a chance to get ahead in this life!"

Everyone was talking and talking, but they felt that something was wrong.

The figures of the two investigators gradually disappeared into the table at the dark edge of the bar.

Then

Why can't you see anyone?

No more movement?

"Anyone who knows? It seems that your rank is not low?"

The middle-aged man sitting on the main judges' seat slowly stood up from his seat and turned around, his eyes narrowed, and he looked at the vague figure in the corner at the end of his field of vision.

"First of all, rule out one possibility: a member of a secret organization who jumped out to die when he got tired of living." The middle-aged man sneered, "Otherwise, a secret cultist would dare to jump in a place like this, our Bishop Carlestini We need to conduct a security review on behalf of the temple first.”

After all, this is a public place. He calmed down and adjusted his self-restraint and emotions as a big shot, and at the same time released his due majesty: "So, which official organization are you a member of? Are you responsible for the implementation of the discussion group's decisions?" Are you dissatisfied with the selection system for potential artists? Are you an artist yourself? So you should be aware of the consequences of these remarks. I will give you a chance to clarify. I am the leader of the sixth inspection team of the discussion group and the inspector general of the Special Inspection Department. ——”

"No, stop, stop."

A hand poked out from the dim light in the distance.

"I have a lot of business to consider right now, and I'm not interested in your name. Don't take up the running space of my brain."

The entire audience was completely silent, but the highly inspired people had noticed that the big man at the judges' table was probably on the verge of a volcanic eruption!

But the man was still talking slowly, but some people suddenly felt that there was a sense of familiarity in the characteristics of this voice! ——

"Well, that guitarist."

"Your creative level is more than enough for a 'Blade Bearer'. Your talent for counterpoint and sensitivity to bass writing are your advantages. Do you understand? Your most important issue at the moment is self-confidence. What art can they understand?" ? Just think of it as fart."

"As for your more specific questions, there are some. Well, let me think about it. Chord overtones, high overlapping intervals, the use of 11th and 13th degrees, and the settings of pantonality. Don't be so timid and always think about 'reasonable' "Preparation' and 'reasonable solution', it's already 916 in the New Calendar. What are you afraid of? Just use it! Just throw it away when you're done with it! Just like your structure from bar 55 -"

In the dark corner, the figure seemed to change his sitting posture slightly, and then, the silhouette of a guitar protruded from the side of his body!

"Ding ding dong dong~~" "Ding ding dong dong~~"

A series of extremely modern and psychedelic guitar chords sounded!

The guitar composer standing submissively on the stage was stunned!

The sound coming from under the other person's fingertips.

A magical beam of bright light shined directly into his skull, unraveling all the doubts and knots that had troubled him for several years!

"There are also the use and transformation of rhythm patterns. Well, you don't have to be so rigid. You know, be more complex and dynamic. If there are some things that don't feel right, you can move the position of the downbeat, or simply 'dig' a ​​few rests." , it’s a bit abstract to say so, just look at my hands.”

"Damn it, is your light bulb broken?"

There was a clicking sound, and the music stopped abruptly twice, as if the player had freed his hand twice.

"Boss, go over and adjust the light bulb!"

"Boss boss!?"

Someone hurriedly went around asking for drinks.

But it was harmless. The piece of music that had been slightly adjusted and rewritten was now flowing in the bar with a completely different quality. And less than half a minute later, brighter lights finally shone on the dark corner seats. above——

"Wow!!!"

The onlookers were stunned.

Immediately afterwards, fierce cheers suddenly broke out from all directions! !

Except for the two investigators who seemed drunk and fell asleep on the table.

This is a young man with melancholy blue eyes and a thin beard on his face. At this time, the first two buttons of his white cotton shirt are open. He is relaxing with the "Illyrian" guitar in his arms. I strum the strings freely, and my long flowing hair moves automatically without wind!

"It's Scheele!" "The classical guitar master Scheler is back!"

"Shele, the King of Love Songs!" "'Fanghui Poet' is still looking after us!"

It was under the control of Fan Ning that "Shele" had completed his transformation and returned to the southern continent!

The crowd became commotion in an instant, and stood up and left one after another. Some people were clinking glasses and cheering, some were beating their chests, and some were hugging each other.

"I'm not dreaming, am I?"

"Could it be fake?"

There were also some people who were doubtful and rushed over, gathered around Fan Ning, and looked around!

This includes several "flower-touched people" from the remnants of the Fanghui Temple.

"In the past two years, several people claiming to be 'Schele' have appeared in various parts of the Southern Continent. There are also similar scenes of people suddenly appearing in the corners of bars."

"Don't be funny! Can you open your eyes and look at that guitar?? This is Scheele!! This time it's really Scheele!!"

The staff of the Special Inspection Department were also in shock.

"The troubadour Scheele showed up!? Is he really not dead!?"

After a long time, a mixed look gradually appeared on the face of the leader of the inspection team.

It's a bit embarrassing, but today's farce can end in a very reasonable and justifiable way.

Scheler's status in all aspects is probably higher than mine, and his strength is probably hard to say. I won't be completely embarrassed.

This Harvest Art Festival featured many artists who had not been heard from in the past few years.

Sure enough, we still have to rely on this uniquely attractive platform.

Overall good news! The leader has been tracing the whereabouts of the wreckage of the "Red Pool" and the various secrets that happened in the "Cracking Field". Moreover, there is one more quasi-"Crescent" level artist and one more backup candidate for the person who climbed to the top.

But whether it was the relationship at that time or the relationship now, there are indeed some imperfections that are not pleasant enough.

"Mr. Schecheler." The young girl who finally took the stage to present could not help but speak, because she saw that the guitarist who had just received priceless advice was now kneeling down in the direction of Scheele. Go down.

She is a ballerina with a beautiful face and slender figure. She is wearing a rose-colored dress and high heels. She has a traditional southern garland on her head, petals on her thighs, light makeup on her face, and is dancing slightly. The remaining blush.

"My name is Su Luo. You just said that both of us should be as accomplished as the 'Blade Holder', right? You just said, then, can you do anything to me?"

Dancer Su Luo had a look of eager anticipation on her face.

Fan Ning cast his gaze over after hearing this and looked her up and down.

Look at it very, very carefully.

This southern girl was not shy at all. She continued to look at him and showed off her body generously.

"Very good, very good."

Fan Ning recalled the other party's previous dance, and then thought about his own plan for the next operation of "Schele". The more he looked at it, the more satisfied he was, and he couldn't help but praise it.

"Mr. Scheler, you just said that we all..."

Dancer Su Luo called out again.

The superiors of the inspection team just now criticized her style as "barbaric" and "ignorant", which still made her a little uneasy. She really had hope of reaching the "blade wielder". Threshold?

"Oh, you're not the same as the guitar player."

While everyone was looking around, Fan Ning, who was sitting under the lanterns, came back to his senses.

He picked up the cocktail on the table and took a sip.

"Otherwise, they don't know much about art. How can you say that you just started out as a 'forged lion'?"