Please ask the dream.

Chapter 245 Physical Training Starts with Songwriting

After completely deciphering the hidden content of "Seeing with Muscles", Feng Xue began to redesign his body through the muscle control granted by [Benevolent Chest, Talented Shoulders, and Virtuous Back].

Since it is essentially training rather than direct transformation using G·I particles, there is no risk of physical transformation of traditional architects, but in contrast, the process is much longer than direct transformation using architectural techniques.

In addition, the plan designed by Feng Xue was too cumbersome after being broken down into exercise steps. It might be okay once or twice, but maintaining such exercise for years would undoubtedly be time-consuming and labor-intensive.

Based on this situation, Feng Xue plans to develop a framework to assist him in training.

This sounds a bit like taking off your pants to fart. After all, exercising on your own is still physical labor. If you do it more, muscle memory will be formed. However, using brain power to control the body's movements in detail will be more cumbersome.

But for Feng Xue, this was not a fantasy, because he had an orange collection that he had just acquired.

As long as it is recorded, a single-frame music box can be released repeatedly, continuously, and constantly.

Therefore, as long as Feng Xue can complete this structure in a music-related form, he can complete physical exercise while walking, sitting or lying down as long as he turns on the music box.

It sounds a bit far-fetched, but considering the "cards" Feng Xue has in his hand at the moment, it is not difficult.

Not to mention that in the novels that Feng Xue had come across in his previous life, there was no shortage of stories like "Thundering Tiger and Leopard" and "Golden Bell Cover", which strengthened the body by vibrating the tendons, bones and membranes. First of all, in reality, sound waves, a vibration-based force, can directly act on cells, and stories about infrasound hurting people have been heard since childhood.

In the structure he mastered, the Death Troupe itself had the suggestion of manipulating puppets through music. If the joints of the puppets were further refined, down to the level of every muscle and even every muscle fiber, the muscles could be controlled naturally.

As for the complex calculations involved in coordinating each muscle, this could be solved through the "resonance" obtained from the stag, combined with the "tuning" that had first emerged in the battle with the Creator.

Coupled with the experience in physical transformation accumulated during those years as a naughty kid, this structure is a natural outcome.

So, the only problem arises -

He needed to combine the melodies targeting the seventy-two skeletal muscles into a complete piece of music.

But even though the melody for each muscle is only a few dozen seconds, it would take more than an hour to play it in its entirety.

Moreover, muscles themselves are interconnected and it is impossible to exercise them one by one, which means that it is impossible for him to complete the entire song using only a single instrument.

His first thought was symphony, and then he thought of those symphonies that often lasted for more than an hour. However, he had just started to play a single instrument well, so it would be really difficult for him to write a symphony.

More importantly, muscle training requires repeated movements, which means that if the piece is too long, it will become monotonous and repetitive, and eventually boring and unpleasant to the ear. Don't think that unpleasantness is a small problem. The strength of the structure lies in "belief", and unpleasantness means that it will be resisted instinctively. Once the structure itself is resisted, even if the rationale is to stick to it, the effect of the structure will be greatly reduced.

"It's best to keep a performance within three to five minutes, and the style should be gentle. Too intense music will cause auditory fatigue, which will reduce the number of times you can practice every day. It needs to be able to be played in a loop... and it needs to be seventy... Considering the five minutes, it means at least a twelve-piece... God, I'm just good at theory, and you asked me to write a symphony, even if it's only a few minutes..."

"It's time to eat... uh, what are you thinking about?" Just when Feng Xue felt his scalp tingling at the amount of work required for the architecture he had come up with on a whim, Su Yeli's voice came from the cave entrance.

Feng Xue glanced at Su Yeli who was approaching with the burnt can, and suddenly remembered that she seemed to have some musical skills.

Although he didn't expect her to be a musical master, she was better than him who only learned composition on paper, right?
With this mentality, he spoke directly:

"I'm thinking of a piece of music that needs to be performed by 72 people. The style of the music should be gentle and pleasant to listen to, and each person must have enough time to play, rather than just playing a few times occasionally to serve as an atmosphere group..."

"Oh, you also know music?" Su Yeli's face showed an expression that said "You are not talking nonsense here to attract my attention, are you?". The mocking smile of a female ghost immediately made Feng Xue want to pounce on her with his chest open and pick her up.

But he finally held back. No matter what this woman was thinking, it was a fact that she saved his life. He couldn't bring himself to kill her just because the collection judged that she was not a friendly party.

What? Why did she kill her after the stir-frying... Are you kidding me? Feng Xue, who refreshes his collection every 24 hours, dares to let her live after the stir-frying?
Shaking his head to dispel the dark thoughts in his mind, Feng Xue blamed his sanity which had not yet fully recovered. He then played the instrument he was most familiar with - the plastic harmonica whose original body had been lost somewhere, and casually played a short melody related to the pectoralis major muscles.

He had no intention of keeping the melody secret, because the structure itself was linked to human thinking. Apart from himself, he believed that few people could connect this melody with the relaxation and contraction of the pectoralis major, let alone practice according to it.

However, Su Yeli was obviously an expert. Even though he didn't know what this melody represented, his eyes lit up. He turned on the violin he carried with him, and after playing a few notes, he played the melody of more than ten seconds.

I have to say that the tone of the violin she held was really pleasant to the ear, far better than the plastic harmonica provided by Feng Xue, the black market merchant.

Su Yeli repeated it several times, and even changed the tune on her own initiative. After a few minutes of going back and forth, she shook her head and said, "I don't have any special impression... Did you write it yourself?"

"Well, it's just an impression piece. It hasn't been finalized yet. However, there are a total of seventy-two sections with different styles, and I plan to integrate them into one song..." Feng Xue did not hide the problem in this regard. When Su Yeli heard this, her originally smooth forehead wrinkled slightly. Her fingertips gently stroked the bow, and her eyes flickered with interest.

After a moment, she finally seemed to have made up her mind and spoke:

"If you can let me listen to five, no, three more passages, that will be enough. I am quite confident in this aspect!"

(End of this chapter)