I Can Replicate Martial Arts-Chapter 161 - 88: Jade Sea Tide-Rising Melody

And so, this became a daily routine.

On most days, Zhao Rui’s focus was still on his Martial Arts Cultivation, especially the Profound Sound Sky-Cracking Chart.

Thanks to the sparring session before he used the Dissipating Skill, he had already successfully replicated the Cultivation Technique. The only thing he lacked now was a musical instrument.

One night, under Miao Miaomiao’s guidance, Zhao Rui also tried channeling the Magic Technique through his voice, letting out a couple of roars.

But the Lion’s Roar Skill and the Mysterious Sound Chart were two different things. Not only did he fail to produce any effect, but he nearly shouted himself hoarse.

Later, he borrowed Miao Miaomiao’s zither and haphazardly plucked the strings a few times. He managed to produce Vigorous Qi Sound Waves, but it was about as musical as an old man carding cotton.

It had no aesthetic appeal, and the Force he projected was erratic and completely without aim.

It sent Miao Miaomiao into a fit of giggles.

This made Zhao Rui all the more eager to master the flute as soon as possible.

The new semester had just begun and his schedule wasn’t packed, so whenever Zhao Rui wasn’t training, he would head to a small grove on the southeast side of campus to practice his flute. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

This grove belonged to the School of Art and was also the designated practice area for the student union’s arts department. Art students frequently came here to practice their instruments.

Erhus, zithers, saxophones, guitars, recorders—you could find all sorts.

The grove was large and had a great atmosphere.

Whenever Zhao Rui stumbled upon a technique he didn’t understand, he would ask the other art students around him.

As a Martial Artist, his finger dexterity and the refinement of his Breathing techniques were far beyond that of an ordinary person.

In this environment, Zhao Rui’s progress was astonishing, improving by leaps and bounds each day.

"You’re here practicing every day! Did you sign up for the arts festival in ten days?"

That day, just as Zhao Rui entered the grove, a guy playing a guitar saw him and called out with a friendly smile.

"Nah, it’s just a hobby. What arts festival?"

Zhao Rui asked curiously.

"The university arts festival. Each school sends a few acts to participate. Your flute playing is pretty decent, so I figured you had signed up."

Hearing this, Zhao Rui raised an eyebrow, amused. "Am I really that good already?"

"You’re from the School of Accounting, right? For an amateur, you’re not bad."

"Ah, okay, I’ll take ’amateur.’ Hey man, could you help me with something?"

"Sure, what is it?"

the guy asked, curious.

"I have two compositions in my head, but I don’t know how to write them out as sheet music. Could you help me arrange them? I can pay you."

"Compositions? You wrote them yourself? Two of them?"

"Yeah, just sort of came up with them."

This wasn’t the first time Zhao Rui had plagiarized a song, so he felt no pressure whatsoever.

"I’m not skilled enough for that, but I can introduce you to a senior. She’s a composition major, and she’s really good. She takes on side gigs like this too."

"Yeah, that’d be great!"

Zhao Rui naturally had no objections.

Right then and there, the guy pulled out his phone and contacted the senior. Then, he led Zhao Rui over to the music building.

It was fully equipped with dubbing rooms, mixing rooms, recording studios, and even a small performance hall.

The two of them reached an office door, knocked, and went inside. They saw two people hunched over a computer, studying some sheet music.

"Senior, this is the junior I mentioned who wants to get a song composed."

The guy made a polite introduction.

"Hello. What kind of piece are you looking to create?"

The young woman turned to look at Zhao Rui, her expression questioning.

"It’s a duet for zither and flute, something like that. The other one is a flute piece."

"Okay, no problem. Let’s head to the recording booth to get the melody down."

With that, she led Zhao Rui to the recording booth.

"You can hum it."

Once they were in the booth, she had Zhao Rui stand in front of a microphone and said,

"Let me whistle it!"

"Either is fine!"

Zhao Rui then began to softly whistle the tune of the Jade Sea Tide-Rising Melody that he held in his memory.

It was an insert song from the Jiang Da and Wei version of the TV drama about Huang Yaoshi. Zhao Rui had been very fond of it and could whistle the general tune.

Hearing the melody, the senior’s eyes lit up. She had initially assumed he was just an amateur looking to create some sheet music for his own entertainment.

But the piece was unexpectedly beautiful and sorrowful. Its melody was intricate and winding, evoking a sense of lonely melancholy from the very first listen.

"This part should be an octave higher... and here, it’s a staccato note... You even know how to use the ’Fish Biting Tail’ technique for a cyclical progression..."

With one of them humming and the other transcribing, an hour flew by before they knew it.

"This piece, did you really compose it yourself?"

"Yes, Senior. What do you think of it?"

"It’s beautiful. Absolutely wonderful. It’s like listening to the voice of the ocean. What’s the name of this piece?"

"Jade Sea Tide-Rising Melody!"

"’Jade Sea Tide-Rising Melody?’ That’s wonderful. It’s a beautiful name, too. What about the other one? I’m starting to get excited."

"We’re doing it right now?"

"Yeah, let’s keep the momentum going."

"I don’t remember all of this second piece. It involves two instruments, so I can only give you the gist of it. You might have to fill in the blanks, Senior."

"That’s fine, go ahead! I’m ready."

"..."

What Zhao Rui hummed this time was also the Jade Sea Tide-Rising Melody, only it was Master Hu’s version.

This version was far too complex, so he could only hum the crescendo.

His mind was a total blank when it came to the verses leading up to it; he couldn’t remember them at all.

However, the moment he reached the high-C part of the crescendo, the senior couldn’t stay in her seat.

The excitement on her face was palpable. Her hands trembled slightly as she said, "This is it! This is exactly the feeling."

Her reaction, in turn, startled Zhao Rui.

"It’s fine, it’s fine. You can continue."

The senior, realizing she had lost her composure, quickly sat back down and listened intently.

Ten minutes later, the senior was staring at the computer screen with a deep frown, her fingers tapping lightly on the MIDI keyboard beside her as she tried to find the right notes.