With a set direction, the mood is better. People cannot have directions, and after having directions, they cannot have methods. Just like in war, there must be strategies and tactics. Know what to do next so that they will not put the cart before the horse and make wrong decisions in some daily choices. "Captain, are you in the stone cave?" Just as Liu Xiao tore off the paper that had just been written and watched them burn into ashes in the flames, the echo of a soulmate came from the spirit body. Liu Xiao rolled his eyes,

Nothing else, first, if he is in the stone cave, will Zhiyin not hear it? Second, Zhiyin makes a sound in his spirit body with echoes, but he can't reply. Isn't this just taking off his pants and farts? He picked up two coffee cups, walked out of the stone cave, jumped onto the terrace of his neighbor's house, and sat down. After a while, the stone door opened, Zhiyin stretched out his head and looked around. Seeing that there was no one else, he lowered his head and sat next to Liu Xiao. "It's the calm period now. Why are you hiding here if you don't go to the department?"

When talking to Zhiyin, Liu Xiao spoke Chinese, and said it was called to create a good language environment for Zhiyin. In fact, it was just that Liu Xiao wanted to hear his hometown dialect and wanted to speak Chinese. After hiding the forest, Zhiyin's personality seemed to be a little cheerful, and occasionally went to the academy to go around, but it just seemed. "Captain, except meditation and spiritual science, other subjects are useless to me..." Zhiyin said weakly, looking at the coffee cup that Liu Xiao pushed in front of him, holding it in his hands. The aroma was strong, so he raised his head and drank it. "Okay... bitter... and a little sour..." Zhiyin frowned and said with a pout. "Do it's okay to drink it. You'll get used to it after drinking too much. Also, don't you have to drink it in one mouthful. What's the matter with me?"

Of course it's bitter. Liu Xiao's hand-made coffee is bitter. There is no way. He brought not much milk and less sugar. He could only drink some original flavor. "It's about those songs..." "I've finished listening? So much."

"No, no, no, I only listened halfway, but I have a problem."

“What’s the problem?”

Liu Xiao asked in confusion. "It's true. Some songs are very strange. It seems that they are not pure sounds, but have been adjusted by some kind of skill, but I don't know what skill it is."

Zhiyin said seriously. "Isn't pure? Is skill adjustment? I don't understand."

Liu Xiao was a little confused. He was not professional in this regard. Zhiyin thought about it, but he seemed to be unable to explain clearly. He closed his eyes. Soon after, the singing of Liu Xiao's spirit body sounded, which was a popular song from China. Only a short paragraph was played, and immediately switched to another song, and then kept cutting the songs, playing more than ten songs. Liu Xiao finally knew what Zhiyin's problem was. He smiled, scratched his head, and thought about the wording. "Zhiyin, these singers did not know some kind of sound skills, but used some things to adjust their voices. The tone, pitch, stability, were all modified later."

Zhiyin opened his eyes wide and obviously didn't understand. Liu Xiao sighed, took out a mobile phone from the defective product, turned on the recording function, said a casual sentence, recorded it, and played it to Zhiyin. Then he used the tuning software to adjust the recording to a loli sound, and played it again. Zhiyin swallowed and stared at the mobile phone, and could no longer retract his eyes. Liu Xiao handed him the mobile phone and taught him how to use it, so that he could comfort the curious baby who was paranoid about the voice. "Zhiyin, can you study the echo more? You can't always talk to us, we can't answer it. This will not solve the communication problem. Communication must be mutual, and your echo can play a greater role."

Looking at Zhiyin fiddling with her phone, Liu Xiao said in a deep voice. Zhiyin raised her head and looked at him very seriously, "It's not possible yet, the echo is only one-way."

"So is there any way to give you some feedback? For example, if I snorted, or if the spirit body released some special signals?"

When Liu Xiao remembered that when he was fighting, super echoed in his entire spirit body.

Idol's smile was not as sweet as you, so he collapsed a little. "..." Zhiyin blinked her eyes and thought hard. After a while, she seemed to think of something, "Without a special signal, the spirit body cannot make a sound for me to hear, but it can block the echo. Once the echo is blocked, I will know."

Liu Xiao was happy, it seemed that there was a way! "That's enough! You will release the echo now, and I will teach you how to complete signal communication!"

The singing sounded in the spirit body, and the thoughts controlled, and the singing came to an abrupt end. "Continue!"

Liu Xiao said. The singing sounded again and was immediately blocked by Liu Xiao again. "Okay, did you get the signal twice?"

Zhiyin nodded and looked at him with a confused look on his face. "Once blocking means one, two times, and two. If we agree with each other, one is yes, two is no, is this considered as a signal I have replied to you?"

Zhiyin grew up with her mouth and suddenly realized. Then she nodded quickly. "How do I know if you really want to block the echo?"

Zhiyin asked curiously. "This..." Liu Xiao's mouth twitched. Yes, if you meet a strange song again and don't want to listen to it, Zhiyin thought he wanted to convey information, so he insisted on recalling the same song for himself. What should I do? "It's simple. If a song is blocked by me at the beginning, it means that I really don't want to listen to it, or this song is not suitable for my situation at that time. Just change the song. So, I'd better classify all the songs. In different environments, you will echo songs of different categories. That's it. For the rest, we will first agree on yes and no, and then make more complex signals later."

Zhiyin is in no way, and he nods... With a new discovery, Zhiyin instantly returns to the state of an invisible man. Liu Xiao knows his temperament and no longer disturbs him from studying tuning software. He looks down at Muye City, drinking the coffee in the cup, and enjoys a moment of peace. The rumbling sound, like the roar of a giant beast, begins to brew and echo in the mountains. The Lord of Muye at a high place in the distance is gathering away the light and is surrounded by the surrounding rock layers. The night belonging to Muye, and Muye's restlessness is coming. The lights begin to light up in the darkness, and the direction of the ring road begins to become lively. The students returning from the Yongdong, the students who gush out of the department castle gather to the center of the college, and the ring road, and also follow the

It became lively. I don’t know when I got used to everything here, my living habits here, my way of interacting with people here, my willfulness and ostentatiousness of Lord Muye. Unconsciously, this place has become its own hometown, and besides Wucheng where it grew up and Qiantang where it was studying, it is the third hometown. I don’t know if Li Tianjia and others can also find this sense of belonging in a human city-state. Perhaps, they are like outer disciples who have just entered the Immortal Sect, enjoying the introversion of humans with Shi Long, fighting for the status and rights of the fruit trialists, or, like myself, have completely integrated into Shi Long’s life and embarking on a new journey. Illuminate the smoke, without focal gaze

Looking at somewhere. There are so many people who don’t know where to go, don’t know how to live or die. It seems like a sin to be so comfortable. I don’t know how to find them. The vast Shilong and the world of the world often make me feel panic. It’s too big. Whenever I think of those familiar names and familiar faces, I feel a sense of powerlessness. "I am the person who has no name on this road" song sounded in the spirit body. Liu Xiao turned his head and saw the intellectual looking at him secretly. "I am the person who has left the town." "......" Liu Xiao smiled and listened quietly to the song. Let the sorrow buried deep in his heart surge little by little, "I will toast you a glass of wine, those who have left home, "I will toast you with silence and roar."
Chapter completed!