Chapter 343 First Movement Poems of Awakening (20): 'Winter Journey
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"Mr. Scheler is a real troubadour!" Another martini holding an accordion also raised his head in disbelief and said, "And judging from the color of the emblem performed today, it is no longer white or light yellow at all.
This is already quite popular! Oh my God... He is probably half of the 'great' level!!"
Blessing emblem!?...Not white or light yellow, with a considerable redness?
Although Fan Ning left directly after trying out the piano, he now saw the strange scene at a high place and seemed to vaguely understand something.
It is rumored that bards traveling in the southern continent will receive the blessing emblem of "Fanghui Poet" if their artistic attainments reach a certain level.
——Fan Ning realized at this moment that the word "get" in Lange also means "produce"
"These strange fruits are undoubtedly emblems of blessings. They seem to be performing music in the domain of the 'Fanghui Poet'. Once your level reaches a certain threshold, you will receive a concrete gift from him..." Fan Ning combined with the mysterious phenomenon in front of him,
Think about the information in other people’s words.
"The playing skills of Fili and Martini sound like they are already at the top level, but they are typical 'moths' compared to outstanding conservatory graduates. However, they are just trainee troubadours and have not received the blessing of 'Fanghui Poet'..."
This shows that to produce the emblem, the minimum level of 'groom' is required, which corresponds to the 'white to light yellow' fruit mentioned by Martini. Well, although the level of 'qualification' is determined by the world's cognition, it can be used as 'fanghui'
The poet's reference for judgment of induction and gift giving..."
"As for the specific determining factors, the work itself and the performance level must be included. The quality of the instrument seems to be also an important factor. Qiong's extraordinary string is a great bonus. The fruit gift I triggered in front of me is orange-red in color.
Or corresponds to the level between 'Blade Bearer' and 'Forged Lion', so Martini calls it 'half great'..."
"Fortunately, I didn't perform the whole song of "Winter Journey" just now, and I didn't continue to vibrate the divinity of the D string. Moreover, it was an extremely inferior guitar. Otherwise, on my first night in the Southern Continent, I'm afraid it would have spread.
This is too shocking cross-continental news..."
When Fan Ning was thinking about the reason, Chretien from the caravan walked up to him with his eldest son Troy, bowed, opened the carton containing dried flower petals, and put out a large handful of colorful petals.
Throw it on him.
"Mr. Scheele, I hope you will forgive us for our lack of enthusiasm and courtesy before." Chrétien was especially grateful to the knight standing behind him when he saluted.
Fortunately, I followed the advice of my "guide" as always and was "not enthusiastic enough"... This is not a situation that is too difficult to remedy and improve.
"Frankly speaking, for a bard of your level, our family caravan has not had the experience of traveling as a host and guest, but I will let Troy arrange more -"
"I have already accepted the gift." Fan Ning smiled lightly and walked towards the nearest coconut tree. "The generation of inspiration only requires wandering, meals and sleeping beds. The rest of the meaning is only your aesthetics, emotions and resonance.
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...Hey, so the path of "idyllic" is much more comfortable, but it's a pity that I can't change my career halfway. Marseille looked at his back, making comparisons in his mind, and further trying to figure out Scheler's intention of following the caravan.
He always believed that if he was born into a musical family, or was given artistic inspiration, such as a high-level troubadour like Scheler, although his force would be weaker than his own, he would be more graceful in accomplishing his life goals.
Luna followed Fan Ning subconsciously, while Chretien was stunned for a moment, and then said loudly: "At least I need to ask Troy to arrange the best guest room for you..."
Fan Ning did not answer, walked to the tree, raised his head lightly and asked:
"So, these strange fruits... what are they used for?"
Since he is a wandering bard from a foreign country, he does not need to overly conceal the details that he does not know.
"You can eat it directly like a berry, or you can mix it with other foods or alcohol. You will feel the incomparable sweetness." Masai Negu's voice came from behind.
"These blessing emblems of the 'Fragrant Flower Poet' will not be corrupted at all in hot weather. The illusion lasts for three to seven days before dissipating out of thin air. Sometimes we occasionally find such berries on the branches and leaves during the journey.
This shows that real troubadours wandered here not long ago and played music. Eating these berries not only brings taste pleasure, but also means good luck. The redder the color, the deeper the good luck."
The knight threw a few boomerangs into the sky and returned them neatly to his hand. More than a dozen orange-red fruits all fell to the gravel.
The attendant next to him picked them up one by one on a jade tray. Fan Ning picked up one and looked at it carefully:
"It's hard to imagine what kind of changes can make the branches and leaves of unrelated plants bear fruit in a short period of time."
It smells like chocolate and pineapple.
There is a sense of explosion after being put into the mouth, the juice is very abundant, the taste is like lychee meat, and the taste is like pear and banana, maybe sweet orange and passion fruit. In short, it is difficult to describe the specific feeling of this sweet and refreshing taste.
"The most common theory is that they are actually hallucinations related to the 'Fanghui Poet'," Massenegu said.
"Hallucination?" Luna choked on her saliva and whispered curiously: "Mr. Scheler, can I take one, or take a bite and try..."
"You can do whatever you want." After Fan Ning said this, everyone around him went up to take one out of curiosity.
The second person to take the glowing berry was Ann. Her eyes immediately lit up after putting it in her mouth; "Wow! This tastes much better than the white berry I ate a few years ago!"
Fan Ning thought for a moment and then asked: "Apart from the pleasure of taste and the connotation of good luck, is there no other use?"
"Theoretically, this is true. It is just an illusion and does not help to satisfy one's hunger." Massenegou said, "But the sensory stimulation brought by hallucinations is more intense, and sometimes it is enough to erode the laws of the real world."
Feili on the side added: "It is said that the 'great' level or higher inspirations will receive his pink to crimson emblem as a gift. At this time, it may have some mysterious characteristics. 'Flower Touched People' often
Use red berries to complete some noble sacrificial activities...I think it may not take many years for you to reach the level of 'greatness'."
The expressions of the two trainee bards at this moment were one of extreme awe and respect.
They never dreamed that the "possible companion" introduced by Mr. "Guide" a few hours ago would be several levels higher than them! Of course, Masenegu himself did not expect...
"Actually, 'great' is useless..."
Fan Ning nodded and walked towards the hotel.
The two trainee bards were stunned. Is "greatness" useless?
Trowa hurriedly stepped forward: "Mr. Scheler, the guest room I arranged for you is on this side. It is equipped with newly purchased luggage and several sets of clothes. The preparation time is relatively hasty. If you feel that it is incompatible with your artistic aesthetic,
If it doesn’t match, I will make detailed arrangements for you tomorrow.”
His reception attitude is very considerate. If he can leave a good impression in the heart of this true bard, his ideal of "reciting love songs under the tower" will be realized faster.
While several people were walking together, Luna looked at Fan Ning and said, "Mr. Scheler, I haven't responded to your good night yet. Good night."
"Good night."
"By the way, does the long poem suite you are creating have a name?"
"Winter Journey." Fan Ning's answer made the little girl startled.
"Mr. Scheele, it's midsummer now..." Ann next to her couldn't help but remind her in a low voice, "Should it be called 'Summer Journey' or 'Summer Journey'?"
The next moment, Fan Ning's figure disappeared around the corner of the corridor, leaving only his last melancholy voice.