A World Worth Protecting

  At the moment this sound came, Wang Baole turned his head and looked behind him coldly. In his eyes, an illusory figure slowly condensed at the entrance of the cave.

  This figure is a woman, luxuriously dressed, without any expression, and the light in his eyes does not have much agility. With Wang Baole's accomplishments in refining tools, he has already determined the identity of the other party at the first glance.

  Smart!

  This woman is indeed not a real person. She is the spirit of the chord sect. At this moment, as the words spread, a storage bag flew out of this spirit and landed in front of Wang Baole.

   "This is what a disciple of the Chord Sect should have, leaving a mark on the identity token, and then you can enter and leave here." After the calm voice, the body of the spirit slowly blurred until it disappeared.

  Wang Baole didn't say a word from beginning to end. At this moment, his brows were slightly frowned. He felt that this chord school was very strange. He hadn't been checked for his arrival.

  This matter is illogical in Wang Baole’s cognition of other sects.

   So after pondering, Wang Baole picked up the storage bag and checked it carefully. After confirming that the object was unusual, he opened it and contained three objects.

  A set of black and white robes, a jade slip, and a spar token.

After sweeping the three items, Wang Baole first picked up the jade slip, turned it around in his hand, and squinted his eyes. The spiritual thoughts poured in instantly. The next moment, a large amount of information poured directly into Wang Baole’s. Mind.

Time passed slowly, because there was too much information, even if it was Wang Baole here, it took half a stick of incense to fully comprehend everything in it. When he took back his spiritual thoughts and put down the jade slip, Wang Baole's eyes revealed a touch of faintness. mango.

   "That's it."

The information in this jade slip solved Wang Baole’s doubts. This volcano is indeed where the gate of the Chord Sect is located, and the number of disciples of Chord Sect is not very large, there are only less than 10,000 people, and most of these people are very close to each other. Less communication often means either going out and looking for music inspiration, or retreating in the mountain gates to create their own music all the year round.

That’s why the entire mountain gate looks so empty. After all... this is where the night lies. Although the volcano’s light cuts off the dangers from the outside world, as long as it leaves the firelight range, not everyone can be as qualified as Wang Baole to devour those. Weird thing.

  At the same time, although there are mortals like voice servants here, their strength determines that they can only survive in the cave. Once out, even if the light of the volcano isolates the danger from the outside, the more dangerous ones often come from the inside of the mountain gate.

  The monks here are all those with certain strength, and most of the sounds when creating their own music are lethal.

  So, for those sound servants, Dongfu is the safest place.

  In addition, the Chord Sect does not have too many rules. The overall view is very loose. And Wang Baole's previous introductory doubts also have the answer. For the Chord Sect, there is no need to test or test.

  Because... the condensed notes belonging to the Chord Sect are already part of the assessment, and being able to come to the Chord Sect from the dark night without dying on the road is also a test.

  With these, anyone who walks to the chord school gate is already a chord school disciple.

  "Strange sect..." Wang Baole narrowed his eyes. In addition to understanding Wang Baole's doubts, the jade slip also contained a practice method that was unique to the Chord Sect.

  Different from the other sects’ layer-by-layer exercises, the chord sect’s exercises are actually one kind.

  This method is called Yangyin.

As the name suggests,    is to accumulate the existing notes, keep them in a full state at all times, and make the most sound. As for other methods of practice, there is no such thing.

  Everything needs to be comprehended and acquired from all things by oneself, until it forms its own music, and the final piece of this music, although the monk has a direction, but everything depends on chance, so understanding here is particularly important.

  "To describe it in the words of the Federation, here... are all composers who can perform by themselves?" After Wang Baole came up with this title in his mind, he felt that he could perfectly match the monks of the Chord Sect.

  It’s just different from the federal composers. The composers have mastered all the musical notes. What they need is inspiration. Their notes are made with instrumental music.

As for the monks of the Chord Sect, what they need is to get lucky and get the sound of all things. In the sound of all things, not only ordinary notes, such as thunder, rain, etc., are the sound of all things, chords. What the monk Zong has to do is to turn these insights into his own laws.

  The former is created by mastering the notes, while the latter is mostly matched with the few sounds of all things that have been realized.

  The former is played in other ways, while the latter is transformed into a rhythm by itself, which is mysterious.

  At the same time, in this world, music scores are extremely precious things. It can even be said that music scores are where the monks of Tingyucheng are located.

  It’s just the score here, not just the ordinary rhythm created by the federal composers, the sound of everything determines the content of the score, and it’s ever-changing.

  The characteristic of the chord school is that it has the power of lyrics.

  This point is somewhat different from the other two.

  Through the jade slips, Wang Baole also briefly understood the essence of the Hengqin Sect. The monks of this sect, the master of killing, have sharp and long voices, and are famous for ancient songs, and there are almost no lyrics.

  As for Yinludao...It is the most mysterious of the three sects. There are very few monks in this sect, and they are the core. As for the specifics, the jade slip does not say much.

  In his mind, after sorting out what he knew, Wang Baole pondered for a while, picked up the spar token, without hesitation, imprinted his own spiritual thoughts on it.

With the imprint of divine consciousness, the spar gleamed for a few times before slowly returning to normal, but Wang Baole, who was holding the token, could clearly feel that he could leave the gate of the mountain with a single thought while holding it in his hand. In between, use this token to return to the mountain gate.

  "Fixed transmission token?" Wang Baole played it, put it away, then put on the black and white chord robes and walked out of the cave.

He wanted to observe in this chord sect, and almost as soon as he walked out, he heard sorrowful sounds in his ears. This sound went straight through the soul, causing Wang Baole to pause. When he raised his head, he saw it. Not far away, there was a figure covered with blood all over the body and a lot of iron chains, slowly walking towards the top of the mountain step by step.

  Wherever he went, sad sounds filled the volcano, causing many cave houses on this volcano to become turbulent.

  There will be another chapter in a while, writing