Weird singing voices overlap with orchestral music, creating an ethereal atmosphere.

The grand sound enveloped Kurosawa's ears, and every musical scale and ancient civilization language was clear and distinct.

Chanting and music combine into an indescribable sense of harmony.

Kurosawa's mind went blank as he slowly immersed himself in the music.

After a long time, he woke up.

Before I knew it, the orchestra performance on the stage was over.

The audience left the venue one after another, but he was the only one who stared at the stage blankly, as if he had been stunned.

Kurosawa shook his head.

Then a surprised expression appeared on his face.

He felt that his mind was particularly clear now, and the haze of many days was gone.

In fact, his mental state has not been very good during this period of time.

Those seven days of deep sleep seemed to have put a considerable burden on his mental state.

But now, after listening to a performance on the roadside, he regained his energy, and the effect was immediate.

Kurosawa knew that this was probably not just the performance itself.

The golden mark on his hand seemed to have a wonderful chemical reaction with the matter of playing.

He currently doesn't know the specific principle.

It is speculated that the reason for this mysterious connection may be related to the mural on the room where he was unconscious.

He clearly remembered that the ancient people on the mural seemed to be singing and chanting and performing some kind of religious ceremony.

Maybe the golden mark on the back of your hand touches your heart?

Although the song "It's Like Listening to Immortal Music, My Ears Are Temporarily Bright" startled him at first.

But it seems that the only use at present is probably to listen to the performance to cultivate your sentiments and wash away the negative state when you are mentally exhausted from long-term cultivation.

If you think about it carefully, it's not bad.

As advanced creatures with highly developed brains, human beings have complex mental aspects.

The elves are even better at this aspect.

If you have any mental problems, they really cannot be cured by just sleeping.

Mental illness is more mysterious and dangerous than physical illness. For elf masters, physical disability or weakness has relatively little impact on the growth of strength. The spirit is related to spiritual energy, and spiritual energy is closely related to them.

This is why many elf masters give themselves a long vacation to rest after completing long-term training or season competitions.

During the holidays, they can use time to heal their mental wear and tear, or seek help from a professional psychiatrist.

"Handsome boy, you are still here."

When Fang Manqing and a few friends passed by Kurosawa, they suddenly stopped.

As if he had just discovered Kurosawa, there was a look of surprise on his face, and his eyes, which were clearly wearing contact lenses, shone brightly.

"Who are you?"

"You're so cold, little brother. Didn't we meet just now, when we were handing out flyers?"

"Oh, sorry, I was thinking about something else."

Kurosawa really didn't mean it.

He was thinking about other things in his mind, and the other party changed his clothes, which suddenly interrupted his train of thought. It was understandable that he couldn't recognize him.

At this moment, Fang Manqing and several of her friends had changed out of their performance uniforms and were wearing their own clothes.

Fang Manqing was wearing a navy blue pleated skirt, and a pair of fair legs that were neither too fat nor too thin poked out from under the skirt.

She looked at Kurosawa casually, her overlapping thighs pressed slightly, revealing a somewhat unique beauty.

Compared to her above-average appearance, her thighs are the most proud part of her body.

But it was a pity that Kurosawa's eyes did not stay on her too much.

Fang Manqing and Kurosawa looked at each other's eyes.

The pair of obsidian-like pupils stared straight at her, with an awe-inspiring light shining in them. She felt that all her little thoughts had been seen through by the other party, and she looked away with a guilty conscience.

"Well...I...how was our performance?"

She scratched her temples.

"A very magical performance. This is the first time I heard the elves participate in the performance. I was very moved."

Kurosawa said honestly.

Although most of his mind was attracted by the chants of ancient civilization that suddenly appeared during his performance, he was somewhat moved by the performance itself.

The sonic energy of the elves, accompanied by the soft and magnificent sound waves emitted by various musical instruments, is intertwined into a sparkling and beautiful melody.

Compared with the performances Kurosawa has heard before, it indeed has an intoxicating and unique magic.

"Excuse me, hehe."

"Actually, it's not that good. Compared with well-known domestic orchestras, we still have a lot of shortcomings."

"Thank you for your support."

Several girls behind Fang Manqing gathered around.

Hearing Kurosawa's praise, the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile, and his eyes sparkled.

I chatted a little more with several female members of the Sayuri Orchestra of Lucheng University.

When they proposed to exchange contact information, Kurosawa was embarrassed to refuse. After all, his performance was for nothing.

Wechat was added one by one.

And since the golden mark on the back of his hand, which was suspected to be a relic of an ancient civilization, was related to music, and he didn't understand it himself, adding a few knowledgeable people would be a good idea.

Several female members said goodbye to Kurosawa with reluctant eyes.

The members of their band had already loaded all the instruments on the truck, and the pick-up bus had arrived, so there was no time to waste time.

After watching the elf orchestral performance for the first time in his life, Kurosawa waved back the elves who were huddled together in the theater.

The three elves are all interested in "elegance" and can only appreciate the performances of humble people.

Especially Little Shining, who had been wondering just now why the elves on the stage were clearly using attribute energy, but they caused almost no damage, and were pitifully weak.

In its little head, elves, attributes, and combat are all linked together.

Suddenly it encountered two freaks, too weak to be serious.

...

In the morning, Kurosawa, who had booked his high-speed rail tickets online in advance, arrived at the high-speed rail station early to wait for the train.

The high-speed rail station is crowded with people.

I checked in and entered the station, boarded the high-speed train and found my seat.

Unlike the tourists with large bags and suitcases around him, Kurosawa didn't carry anything with him and was dressed relaxedly. This can be regarded as a small privilege of an elf master traveling.

Kurosawa also casually helped a pregnant woman nearby put her suitcase on the overhead rack.

Basking in the morning light, looking out the window at the receding scenery.

He still felt a little regretful in his heart.

After all, this was the end of my first journey in life, and I had mixed feelings.

In these short two months, he really experienced a lot.

He entered the ruins of two ancient civilizations.

I encountered many difficulties on the way, in life, in cultivation, and even life-threatening dilemmas.

I have been helped by others and helped many people.

It's a pity that we didn't reach the planned end point.

There is still less than half the distance to go.

If he hadn't been trapped in the underground palace ruins in the Ugu Desert for so long, he might have been in Lanbei City now.

But then his strength will not improve by leaps and bounds.

Kurosawa shook his head.

Compared with simply immersing yourself in the speed of traveling, the core of going out to experience the journey is still to improve your strength.

As long as an elf master is strong enough, he can pack up his luggage at any time and go on a casual trip.

No matter where they are, snowfields, deserts, volcanoes, and seas cannot stop the footsteps of powerful elf masters.

The high-speed train runs very smoothly.
To be continued...