The heart of the awakened person is immortal. In the next few days, Yun Luo encountered those who checked the water meter, those who collected electricity bills, those who pretended to be beggars, those who sold breakfast, those who became gangsters, those who were gangsters, those who did not reveal any traces were hidden.

Yun Luo also recognized the four new evolutionists from the crowd, one was level three and three level two.

Yunluo's life is very leisurely, healing, writing articles, translating, eating, reading, practicing calligraphy, sleeping, and not much love to go out and play. The next day, he would receive a call from An Chuyu or An Qingju, but Yan Chenyu never contacted Yunluo again.

Tangtang has survived the most painful journey of blood evolution. Without using the true power and mind power in the mouse body, she can jump like an ordinary mouse. The pine wood box Tangtang is no longer sleeping, and she is sleeping with Yun Luo on a pillow.

In the 237th year of the Apocalypse, it has become very popular on Singularity Chinese. The leader has a fourth one. With a powerful update volume of 15,000 words per day and a strange and cold text plot, the 237th year of the Apocalypse successfully topped the first place in the new book list of Singularity Chinese website homepage, and its collection has skyrocketed over 10,000, and it went straight to 20,000, and it couldn't stop at all.

The editor is also very powerful. The first recommendation is the homepage category cover push, and the second recommendation is Sanjiang’s shutdown push. Who made Yunluo updates so fast that it was so fast that the collection went crazy? The editor and Yunluo both agreed to the ball on the ball. The third recommendation was to force the homepage to push, which also made it on the VIP on August 1, 237, the end of the world.

The novel's excellent results made An Chuyu very happy. Who asked his girlfriend to take charge of the accountant? He could receive the first royalty fee in mid-August, mainly because of the reward share, which was about 2,000 yuan.

Yunluo uploads the automatic updates in the document storage box until July 31. The update of the VIP chapter will be carried out in the VIP author area. It will not be opened until midnight on August 1st. Before this, the editor will give him the password of the VIP area.

It has only been three days since August arrived. Yun Luo is collecting manuscripts and has already held more than 300,000 words of manuscripts. He is not panicked when he has food in his hand, and is waiting for the first time of August to be released and updated wildly.

Now Yunluo is not writing novels all day long, but is dealing with French and Chinese translation work, reading Chinese Taoist scriptures, Buddhist scriptures, poems, songs and essays. There is a lot of information available on the Internet.

What is even more time-consuming is that after Yun Luo learned to get in touch with oracle bone inscriptions, large seal scripts, and small seal scripts on the Internet, he used his last living expenses to buy pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and practice calligraphy whenever he has something to do.

Yunluo learned a lot, practicing calligraphy fonts such as running script, regular script, cursive script, and official script together. This made Yunluo's calligraphy a ghost painting talisman when it first started, but soon Yunluo's control over power was subtle, which made Yunluo's brush writing look decent, and simply put it in a tangible and unspiritual manner.

Ahem, the shortage of money in my pocket made the eighteen dollar brush that Yunluo bought was of average quality. It took a few days to write ten thousand words and it broke. Yunluo flipped through the boxes and found seven one-yuan coins from his girlfriend's boudoir and bought seven new brushes.

As the calligraphy is written, it changes its taste. Yun Luo uses a sword to kill all directions in the end of the world. He inevitably regards writing as practicing swords, venting the cold and violent murderous intent in his heart, and also burns these murderous brush calligraphy into ashes by Yun Luo. If these words are met by An Chu, it will make his girlfriend feel depressed and unable to get up for many days, and it is purely a pain.

The Nine Heavens Star Dou has invisible sword energy, Yun Luo has never practiced these days, so he is left free. Until the damage caused by the secret technique is intact, Yun Luo will not actively practice the Nine Heavens Star Dou has invisible sword energy, which will only cause more injuries.

Yun Luo read too many books, and there were some subtle changes in his thoughts, making him look more like a Chinese. This is very important. Yun Luo is Yun Luo, he is him. Yan Chenyu didn't notice anything wrong. He didn't get along with Yun Luo day and night and kissed me. When An Chu came back, he came to contact and communicate, and Yun Luo changed, his girlfriend definitely knew what happened.

Yunluo also cared about the recording and arrangement of this song. He also downloaded a special song production software. After some tutorials, Yunluo is no longer a rookie. Yunluo planned to use only a background music of war drums. As long as he could use the audio production software to eliminate noise and beautify the tone, he would not use any arrangement or anything else.

Even a war drum with a diameter of one meter is not easy to find, and Yun Luo doesn't care much, so he mentioned it to Yan Chenyu.

Yunluo has also known the process of recording songs. If the requirements are very low, make a good accompaniment belt and buy a recording microphone to record songs at home, but the effect is not very good.

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At 8:27 am on July 29, Yan Chenyu came back for no reason, which made Yun Luo, who was typing in the bedroom, very strange. Why would Xiaoyu have time to do it on weekends?

Yan Chenyu didn't say much, and handed Yunluo a USB flash drive. Yunluo casually inserted it into the laptop port and put the only audio software on the USB flash drive. Although Yunluo couldn't hear what kind of instrument it was, the tuner was the song I'm in a desperate situation. Yunluo only gave Yan Chenyu the song.

"This is the Guzheng played by the young lady. I put the music score you gave in my notebook. I accidentally fell out and was picked up by the young lady when I was working. The young lady became interested and played it with the Guzheng." Yan Chenyu felt a little embarrassed. After all, this music score was a gift from Yun Luo to give her alone, and she didn't even have a girlfriend An Chuyu.

"Then what? I think that daughter is not so bored that she let me listen to her zither sound. Okay, tell me what Xiaoyu has to do, and I won't blame you." Yun Luo didn't care about these things, and made a song, which was originally Yun Luo's play.

"Miss I think the tune of this song is very good. She also heard that you want to use war drums as accompaniment, so she wanted you to add the guzheng to it, and the audio materials will be cut from this USB flash drive. If you agree, the lady can be responsible for providing free top-level recording studios and required war drums. The lady does not need to sign."

Yan Chenyu said softly, and tapped Yun Luo's shoulder with a flattering look like a little maid.

Tangtang was still sleeping with her tail in her arms, but she curled up into a fiery red ball and lay on the computer desk. The blood evolution requires a lot of energy to digest. Tangtang does not understand the secret martial arts of qi and blood very much, so she can only rely on sleeping to accumulate energy.

Yun Luo didn't say anything, listened quietly to Zhen Mi's guzheng playing, and felt that the sound of the guzheng was still very interesting, playing a feeling of ethereal nature, just like the sky of the end of the world, with dark and haze full of despair. In terms of the powerful and thick sound of the war drum, the sound of the guzheng seemed light and gentle. Well, the war drum was like a hero, and the guzheng was like a beauty.

With a flash of inspiration, Yun Luo thought about how to arrange the song, mainly the sound of war drums and the sound of the guzheng as the supplement, and arranged the story of heroes and beauties, and combined with the lyrics written by An Chuyu that I had carefully compiled, the song "I'm Not Dead" is almost reborn.

The original battle song "I'm not dead" is gray and sad, and it is a defeated war of glorious sacrifice in the end. But after reading a lot of Chinese National Dao Sutras and Buddhist scriptures these days, Yun Luo suddenly realized something, which happened to be used to the harmony between the sound of the light zither and the sound of the heavy drums.

It also gave the war a beautiful ending. The general died heroically and turned into a butterfly. The beautiful woman from the hometown in Jiangnan turned into a butterfly. The two butterflies danced lightly across thousands of miles, wandering leisurely among the mountains and rivers.

The beauty is like the sound of the zither. Yun Luo carefully savored every zither sound. He was sure that Zhen Mi was a goddess with elegant temperament. He could make the cold and beautiful Yan Chenyu sigh, and it was definitely not just as simple as the fairy-like jade-like appearance.

"Xiaoyu, your eldest daughter Zhen Mi plays the Guzheng very well." Yun Luo made an excuse to talk to Yan Chenyu. He didn't even know what the Guzheng looked like. He just wanted to know some information related to Zhen Mi. A goddess-level unparalleled beauty, even a man wanted to take a look.

"That's of course. The young lady has been practicing guzheng since she was seven years old. Guzheng skills are very famous in the national circle of zither masters. She is going to enroll in the Guzheng Department of the School of Music of Sihai University, mainly because she is close to home." Yan Chenyu heard that Yun Luo had no intention of blame in his tone, so he stopped knocking Yun Luo on his shoulder. He was indeed a beauty in ice and snow.

Yun Luo didn't dare to ask too much. If Yan Chenyu realized that he was asking questions, he would definitely be dealt with by Yan Chenyu in various ways. Jealousy is not just An Chuyu's hobby: "Okay, in order not to make things difficult for Xiaoyu, I agreed, where is the recording studio?"

"Just right by the West Lake, the scenery is very good. The young lady has arranged it and can pass now." Yan Chenyu was very satisfied with Yun Luo's words. Which girl doesn't like her beloved boy to value her.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go, I can't wait." Yun Luo smiled and pulled out the USB flash drive, held Yan Chenyu's small hand, and was about to go out. Yan Chenyu pulled a little, and the beauty of ice and snow brought Tangtang that had been sleeping in a ball.

It can be seen that Yan Chenyu really likes the bright red Tangtang. He doesn't even drive a pink BMW and sits in the passenger seat and plays with Tangtang. Yunluo got his driver's license during the summer vacation after graduating from high school. He also drove a car at home. Some of his students didn't drive for a few years and became familiar with him quickly.

The automatic pink BMW is easy to drive. Yunluo just drives along the navigation route set by Yan Chenyu. Yan Chenyu talks with Yunluo in a soft voice and talks about some gossip.

It took Yunluo more than half an hour to drive from the Higher Education Park to West Lake. The recording studio is in a quiet corner of the West Lake. There are not many people, and it is very quiet. There is a kind of leisure to be quiet in the midst of the noise. It is a seven-story building, exquisite and elegant.

Yan Chenyu made a phone call and a beautiful woman of about thirty years old came out, with a badge hanging on her breasts and writing about Bai Qinghua, the general manager of Tianlai Recording Studio. After a conversation, Yun Luo came to a top-level recording studio on the third floor. Bai Qinghua stayed as a move, and Yan Chenyu held Tangtang and watched the fun.

There are two war drums, one meter in diameter, and Bai Qinghua has already brought a war drum to him. Yun Luo slapped the drum surface made of cowhide with his palm, making a dull and strong sound, and felt very satisfied.

Yun Luo first inserted the USB flash drive into the recording studio computer. It was like a stream, cold and as cold as a sword, and she cried when she died. The sound of the zither with unparalleled skills flowed vividly in the recording studio, allowing the three people to listen carefully. Unfortunately, Tangtang was still sleeping.
Chapter completed!