System: Master Your Life-Chapter 616 - 154: Immortals, Like Hemp_4

Xiao Minghua: ...

"Mama this, mama that all day long, it's really disgraceful!" Bastard couldn't help but comment.

Xu Lin simply ignored him; refined or not, he wasn't a sage, what did refinement have to do with him?

Besides, on this land, aren't there enough people dressed prim and proper acting righteously like scumbags? The scum who trample over common people and feed off them, truly: Immortals, like hemp!

"Xu Lin, you're here!"

At the same time, Pei Danqing appeared.

Xu Lin had already picked up the paper and pen.

Pei Danqing and the others watched as Xu Lin immediately started writing with great ease upon receiving the pen.

Sheet music.

Even though Wu Zongting didn't like Xu Lin, he had to internally acknowledge Xu Lin's abilities.

So, he was probably the one standing closest.

Xu Lin wrote very quickly, without even pausing to think. Wu Zongting was getting old, suffering from presbyopia, couldn't see clearly, and wasn't as sharp mentally—not to insult him, but he truly was like this now; aging is a journey everyone must undergo.

A little more than a minute later, Xu Lin finished writing, completing the opening music of over three minutes.

This was a guqin version, not the final version, since without the accompaniment of multiple instruments, music inevitably lacks a bit of flair. For example, with this piece, Xu Lin still wanted the accompaniment of gongs and drums to make it grand and magnificent.

"Let me see."

Xu Lin handed it over to him.

The old man took the paper and started to look at it; initially, he felt nothing, but the more he pondered, the more it shocked him.

"Good!"

"Good!"

...

He suddenly slapped his thigh, exclaiming "Good!" four times in a row.

This showed his level of shock.

Standing beside him, Director Pei couldn't understand it, only knowing that Xu Lin wrote very quickly.

"How did you come up with a piece like this?" Bastard asked him.

"When inspiration strikes, there's no stopping it. How can I answer you when you ask me?"

"What's the name?" The old man thought to himself and realized it was true; when he was young, inspiration occasionally just erupted uncontrollably, but as one gets older, it fades away.

"Well, inspired by the poetry of Li Bai, let's tentatively call it 'Immortals, like hemp.'

"Immortals, like hemp... Immortals... like hemp!"

"That's a good name!"

Bastard looked at the sheet music, pondering it repeatedly, feeling waves of emotion stirring within him. This piece, the more he looked, the more it shocked him.

Bastard's heart secretly conceded defeat.

Of course, this was inwardly.

It depicted a grand scene, with numerous immortals appearing, densely arranged throughout the heavens and earth.

Wu Zongting couldn't describe this feeling, but as soon as Xu Lin mentioned 'Immortals, like hemp,' he got the feeling.

On the other side, Xu Lin seized the moment, bringing forth the guqin.

He directly crossed his legs, ideal for placing this rather long guqin.

Soon, a rapid yet non-irritating guqin sound resonated,

While listening, Wu Zongting's heart raced, giving him a frightened feeling, as if he were seeing the immortals descending.

It's immortals, not an immortal.

"This section should use drum accompaniment, and the action must be grand and rhythmic!"

He thought.

Xu Lin's technique was quick, like some peerless master specializing in Piano Dao from a fantasy novel.

He played the guqin the most, unlike the erhu or guzheng.

Playing it a lot naturally makes one more familiar.

In the realm of the guqin, Xu Lin could be considered to have achieved a half-step in mastery of creation.

"This kid's talent is like the Yellow River, with the momentum of traveling a thousand miles to the East Sea." Wu Zongting marveled.

"But his tongue is too sharp, forgiving no one."

Wu Zongting felt Xu Lin had a flaw; he instinctively thought a young person like Xu Lin should humble himself, as every elder might think that they have eaten more salt than a young person has eaten rice, so you naturally should listen to your elders.

But upon thinking again, Wu Zongting dismissed this notion.

"Inborn wealth, why be bound by constrictions?"

Wu Zongting had risen from hardship, once being at the very bottom of society, his life filled with hardships, finally turning sweet, very arduous indeed.

But he thought, that wasn't the case for Xu Lin.

Xu Lin exuded extraordinary nobility, presumably, he was born wealthy.

Since he was naturally wealthy, why need those restrictions?

Unknowingly, Wu Zongting had already been conquered by Xu Lin, it was just that he still didn't admit it verbally.

On the other hand, over the next half an hour, Xu Lin continuously played this piece on the guqin ten times.

He did this partly for the sake of practice and skill, and partly to refine it slightly based on this foundation. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

After ten times, it was complete.

Xu Lin adjusted the sheet music, specifying which instruments should be used at certain parts.

"This is the one!"

It's done.

Bastard took the sheet music, looked at it again, trying to understand, his heart massively shaken, even to the point of admiration and respect!

Wu Zongting believed that this piece by Xu Lin could definitely shake the entire music composition world.

And not just nationally, but globally!

An unprecedented young man was coming to challenge this field.