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Section 6 Infinity Music Library(1/2)

Han Le is a person with a very diverse range of musical flavors. His music software list includes everything from classic old songs, Japanese igniting songs to ancient styles, and rock.

It also includes a lot of classic movies and TV BGMs.

And in this magical space, these songs seemed to be close at hand. Han Le tried to touch these songs hidden in the fog with his thinking, but was stopped by a powerful resistance.

"It only has the title of the song, no score, and cannot be played. It seems to be useless."

Han Le himself is not a musician. At best, he can only be regarded as a music lover. It is unlikely that he can copy the classic music from his previous life to this world.

But he vaguely felt that this magical music library space seemed not that simple.

His thinking was immersed in the boundless space and began to explore for a long time.

After a long time, Han Le finally finished searching for this space he named [Wuyin Quku].

This is a library-like space, with bookshelf displaying on both sides, and the songs on his playlist have become thick or thin books.

But Han Le couldn't take these books off the bookshelf.

There is a stone tablet in the center of the music library. There is no word on it and I don’t know how to use it.

Just when Han Le was worried, a gentle female voice suddenly sounded from the wordless monument: "The host entered the Wuyin Quku for the first time and obtained the initial points of 3 points."

The next second, the style of the number three suddenly jumped on the stele.

"Points? What can points be used for?"

Han Le noticed that only when his consciousness touched the wordless monument could he hear the female voice. He tried to communicate with her.

"Points can be exchanged for the Wanwei score of any song in the Endless Music Library."

The female voice replied: "The specific redemption price list can be viewed by silently reciting [Redification]."

"exchange."

Han Le silently recited in his heart, a large number of songs flashed past him, followed by the price.

"It's obviously my own playlist, why do you need to redeem points?" Han Le couldn't help but complain.

However, the female voice seemed to hear Han Le's voice and explained seriously: "Although the playlist of Wuyin Quku comes from the host's memory, if the host wants to integrate the laws of this world and obtain the universal score of these songs, Wuyin Quku needs to consume a lot of energy to do it. So it makes sense to pay points."

Han Le thought so.

In this world, creating war songs requires energy consumption, and the way of expressing war songs is the Wanwei score!

The so-called Wanwei score is the unique law of music in this world. In Han Le's view, it seems that Yunzhou Intelligent Brain has integrated all known human civilization instruments based on electronic encoding. Through Wanwei score and Wanwei keyboard, in theory, a musician with sufficient soul power can create or play any war song!

Wanwei score is a comprehensive music score that embraces everything; Wanwei keyboard is a creative tool that collects all the musical notes of human musical instruments.

Without Wanwei Score, even if Han Le had many BGMs in his mind, he would not be able to create them through Wanwei Keyboard!

"With the Wuyin Quku, in theory, can I just bring so many classic BGMs on Earth?"

"Although I don't know if there will be any conflict with the laws of this world, I have to give it a try, right?"

Han Le knew very well that if you want to settle down in this world, you must give full play to your advantages of traveling through time.

There are three days left before the deadline for the new sprouts. In theory, it seems too late for ordinary war song creators.

However, for Han Le, who has Wuyin Quku, there is no time issue!

He thought for a while and silently recited:

"I decided to spend two points to exchange for the song's Wanwei score!"

"Confirm redemption? The points of Wuyin Quku are hard-won." The female voice responded.

"Confirm!" Han Le was extremely firm.

...

It was already late at night in the loft hut.

Han Le woke up from the Wuyin Song Library, but there was an extremely complicated piece of music score in his mind.

"This is the Wanwei spectrum, it's really complicated!"

"Fortunately, the original owner is very proficient in Wanwei Pictorials. Otherwise, it would be too late to rely on me to learn from scratch!"

Han Le was silently familiar with the original owner's memory, and the vast spectrum in his mind was gradually interpreted by him.

One hour later.

Han Leman stopped his actions of interpreting the Wanwei Primitive in sweat.

Anzhidun Life Detector shows that the soul power is insufficient!

"I didn't expect this Wanwei Spectrum to be so high-end!"

"It's a bit overwhelming to interpret it after about one-eighth. Is the soul power insufficient?"

"But one-eighth of the Wanwei spectrum seems to be enough."

Han Le automatically jumped in his mind with wonderful notes from the Wanwei score, feeling the process of his soul constantly adapting to these notes.

It is not enough to have a Wanwei score alone. After all, this is not a war music score created by Han Le himself. He needs an interpretation process.

During this interpretation, his soul power will be in line with the sound of the Wanwei score. Only in this way can the score be played with the Wanwei keyboard.

After the interpretation of one-eighth, Han Le clearly felt weak and dizzy.

He chose to rest decisively, after all, his body was just on the verge of sudden death. If he didn't take good care of it, God knew whether he would repeat the mistakes of the original owner.

"sleep!"

...

The next day, Han Le sle slept until noon. When he woke up, his abdomen was empty. He washed his face and went downstairs to find something to eat.

When he walked through the corridor, Han Le found that the old lady and the young man were still in a stalemate.

"Old lady Qin! If you continue to do this, I will not be the one who comes next time!" The young man pulled the red armband and shouted loudly:

"It doesn't matter if you are an old woman and die of loneliness. Don't implicate your tenant!"

The old lady was boiling water in a teapot and responded in a salty and unsalty manner: "That kid didn't pay the rent for three months. I don't care if you want to mess with him, but you have to pay the rent for three months."

Han Le's expression froze when he heard this.

Hong Jiezhang turned around and saw Han Le, grinning and said, "This old lady is really unpleasant, please help me persuade me."

Han Le shrugged: "I haven't paid the rent yet, so where can I speak."

"It's good to be self-aware. Don't think about being too ambitious all day long at a young age."

The old lady actually looked at Han Le rarely, picked up the teapot and soaked a cup of mellow tea for herself: "If you two are at peace, you can leave you a bowl and chopstick on the old woman's table later."

The red armband immediately turned against him and said flatteringly: "Eating is a big deal, eating is a big deal, let's discuss the matter of the house later."

The old lady was silent, but the fat cats beside her all looked at the red armband with contempt.

The red armband was obviously very thick-skinned, but he just smiled happily. He looked pretty good, but his smile was a bit vulgar.

Han Le is even more strange.

In his impression, the old lady is more introverted than herself and rarely invites people to dinner. Today, she actually wants to invite herself and Hong Jiebian to dinner for the first time?

However, Han Le naturally would not refuse if he had a free lunch, after all, he was quite shy in his pocket.

"It's only two weeks' living expenses at most, so you have to find a way to earn money."

Han Le sat in the yard, teasing a little tits from time to time, thinking so in his heart.

He sat upright and never mentioned the demolition. He had a very professional ethics of a diner.

A moment later, the old lady's kitchen smelled like a smell of food.

"You two, come in."

The old lady shouted.

"Okay!" Hong Jiezhang rushed in happily, and Han Le followed slowly.

The old mahogany table was missing a corner in the northeast. In the kitchen that was not open, a fold-eared cat jumped out of the old lady's arms obediently and went to the yard.

"Sit down!" The old lady's voice was unquestionable.

The two sat down.

"Drink tea."

Tea is the tea that the old lady made in the yard before. She didn't see the tea leaves, but only smelled the fragrance. The mouth was extremely sweet, as if honey was added.

"Have a meal."

Each person only has one bowl of rice, a tomato and egg soup on the table, a stir-fried eggplant and a basket of steamed pork.

The old lady herself didn't eat it, and she ate it with relish, and Han Le also ate silently.

After a while, the two of them put down their bowls and chopsticks almost at the same time.

"Thank you little brother." Hong Jiezhang said to Han Le with a smile.

Han Le felt it was inexplicable.
To be continued...
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