Chapter 522 Music Score

As the emergency lights approached, a huge stone wall emerged from the darkness. As we got closer, we saw something like a short and thick stone pillar under the stone slab, which was a semicircular minefield.

At first, we thought it was a natural creation, but as we got closer, we could clearly see traces of iron chisels and hammers on it, which was a man-made creation.

When we stood nearby, we could see those short and thick stone pillars, which were actually stone basins held up by stone pillars. There was water in the basins, and occasionally we could see water drops dripping from the invisible darkness above our heads, just falling into the stone basins.

This gave people the illusion that it was clearly a man-made product, but it was like the work of nature. Whether it was natural or man-made, it was all mixed together. It was difficult to describe this weirdness as natural or coincidental.

As for Li Chengxi, he pressed the alt key when the three approached, and took a closer look to confirm that there were no traps. But referring to the situation when he was washed down before, he couldn't say if there was any problem, so the three needed to approach carefully.

When they really stood in front of the stone basin, Yang Yiyi raised the emergency light to see more clearly. She could see that there seemed to be some patterns on the huge stone wall, like words, but to be honest, the words were too unrestrained, not just in a font that was not recognized.

It didn't look like it was narrating anything, but rather like it was written casually.

Yang Yiyi and Qin Yan stared at the stone slab, tilting their heads left and right to try to identify what was written. Wu Shaoyi, on the other hand, looked at it for a few seconds and suddenly said:

"That's the music score."

She even beat the rhythm with her hands on her legs and tried it:

"Yes, it is indeed the music score."

Right-clicking on the properties of the stone wall, you can see that the name on it is written as 'ancient music score'.

It's really a music score? If you didn't say it, I would have thought it was a ghostly scribble of tadpole characters.

This actually touched on Li Chengxi's knowledge blind spot. If he opened Baidu and searched for ancient music scores, he would find that the ancient music scores of the Celestial Empire were in this shape and he couldn't understand it at all.

Wu Shaoyi was born in Wujiazhuang, and the "Wu" in Wujiazhuang is actually the "Wu" in Wuyin.

She is best at music skills, and naturally she is also good at music.

After humming twice according to the music score on the stone wall, Wu Shaoyi felt that it was not enough, and she was itching to play, so she took out the bamboo flute in her arms and played it according to the music score.

The first few notes were a little unfamiliar and not used, so they were not coherent, but soon the flute sound flowed gently, and the sound was gentle and beautiful, like a pair of jade hands gently stroking the hair, which was intoxicating.

Unfortunately, Li Chengxi could not hear the sound, but could only see Wu Shaoyi sitting in a wheelchair playing the flute, and several musical note symbols appeared next to her to indicate that she was playing.

The song was not long, and it ended in less than a cup of tea. Not only Qin Yan and Yang Yiyi felt a little unsatisfied, but Wu Shaoyi, the performer, also felt a little unsatisfied.

"It sounds good, is this the fairy music left by the Fairy Qinglian?"

Yang Yiyi has no appreciation ability. In her ears, there are only two evaluations: good and bad. She is a typical rough person.

But Wu Shaoyi was different. After she played, she frowned and looked worried.

"This music score is wrong, very wrong."

"What's wrong? Isn't it nice?"

Qin Yan was similar. The thief didn't have much demand for music.

"I always feel that the music score is missing something. This shouldn't be a score for flute."

Qin Yan and Yang Yiyi looked at each other and said with their heads down:

"Let's not worry about it. Let's continue to find a way out."

"Yes, yes, let's go out first."

"Wait, I'll copy it down."

For Wu Shaoyi, this feeling was like suddenly encountering a secret book of peerless martial arts. If she didn't copy it down, she would be uncomfortable for the rest of her life.

Unfortunately, the paper in the backpack had been softened by water. Wu Shaoyi took out the pen and ink and looked at it. She was about to go through the backpack again and use the dagger to carve on her arm.

Not that, really not.

Li Chengxi quickly took a notebook from his store and stuffed it in. Wu Shaoyi thanked him solemnly and quickly copied it according to the stone wall.

Anyway, it shouldn't take much time, so just copy it.

But while copying, Wu Shaoyi suddenly stopped.

"It's still wrong."

She looked at the basin in front of the stone wall, and suddenly an idea flashed in her mind:

"Miss Yang, lend me your steel mace."

"Ah? What do you use it for?"

Wu Shaoyi took Yang Yiyi's steel mace and knocked it against the basin.

-- Dong.

The sound was not like the muffled sound of stone, but more like some kind of ethereal instrument.

"Sure enough, this music score should be played with these basins!"

The water level in the basin was different, and the sound of knocking was somewhat different. Wu Shaoyi held the steel mace in one hand and pushed the wheelchair in the other hand, and tried several basins one by one.

"Just copy the music score first, and then study it slowly when you go back."

God knows how deep they are underground, Qin Yan's words make sense.

However, Li Chengxi immediately said:

"Fairy Qinglian definitely didn't leave this thing for fun. Just give it a try. Maybe it can open the passage to the ground."

Similar settings can be found in many old stand-alone games. There are many mechanisms that make sounds when tapped in a specific order.

Just like Li Chengxi said, Fairy Qinglian deliberately left this thing, it should not be for fun.

With Li Chengxi's support, Qin Yan and Yang Yiyi stopped talking and let Wu Shaoyi study there.

After a while, she seemed to understand, and used the steel mace to knock the water basins one by one according to the music score.

This time, the feeling was completely different.

The previous flute performance was melodious, but now it was ethereal and melodious. Wu Shaoyi felt that she was not knocking the water basin, but playing with a musical instrument called konghou.

After a while, the song ended, and Yang Yiyi and Qin Yan were still immersed in the feeling of floating in the air. They now understood why it was said that a good song lingered for three days. It was true that even after it ended, it would be played in their minds on a single loop.

However, Wu Shaoyi was still not satisfied. She always felt that something was still missing, and Li Chengxi did not see any mechanism opened around.

At this time, a subtle sound of dingdong came into Wu Shaoyi's ears. She turned her head and saw water drops falling from the darkness above her head into the water basin, rippling.

"I understand! It's water! Wait, I'll play another song."

Not knowing what she understood, she raised the steel mace again to knock on the water basin.

The steel mace used by Yang Yiyi was not light, and it was too heavy for Wu Shaoyi, but she forgot to wipe it off because she was sweating profusely. She was obviously fascinated.

This time, the sound was the same as before, ethereal and melodious. Except that it seemed more skilled, there was no difference from before.

But halfway through the performance, Wu Shaoyi suddenly stopped.

Yang Yiyi and Qin Yan were still wondering why she stopped. At this time, a drop of water fell from the sky and fell into the basin, making a ding-dong sound.

The fall of this drop of water was a stroke of genius. Although the music just now was beautiful, it was not divine, and the drop of water in the blank space left deliberately just made the finishing touch.

Wu Shaoyi continued to play, staring at the score. When it was time to stop, another drop of water fell, and the rhythm was just right.

Yang Yiyi and Qin Yan, who were listening to the performance, seemed to see the golden and magnificent fairyland above the sea of ​​clouds. Countless immortals flew past them on the clouds, and the purple clouds and light smoke were lingering, which was very beautiful.

When the song ended and the three of them were immersed in the wonderful music, the sound of rocks rubbing against each other broke their ears, breaking the beautiful illusion.

The three of them looked down and saw a hole under the stone wall. They could see a staircase leading down from the hole, but they didn't know how deep it was.