Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

Lin Feng looked at the row of women crowded at the door: Yu Lan, Liang Bing, Xue Yao, Su Shi, Su Qin, Gu Yu, Wei Zhaoyi, and Guan Xin standing behind them.

Their eyes lit up like lamps, and they couldn't help but laugh.

He patted the piano lid, a hint of pride in his voice: "That's right, this is the piano I was talking about."

Yu Lan was the first to walk in. She circled around Shan Ye, her fingers gently stroking the lacquered surface of the instrument, which was as smooth as a mirror and reflected a person's image.

She couldn't help but exclaim, "I must say, it's really beautiful."

The lines here are far more refined than those on our guqin.

She walked to the piano, extended her index finger, and carefully pressed a key on the black and white keys.

A crisp note rang out, echoing through the study.

She pressed a few more keys; the high notes were crisp and clear, the low notes were deep and resonant, and each note was different.

Her eyes grew brighter and brighter. She turned to look at Lin Feng, her face filled with undisguised joy: "It's really nice, very exquisite."

Lin Feng, you're amazing.

Liang Bing stood behind Yu Lan, but his gaze under his straw hat never left the piano.

She released her divine sense and probed into the inside of the instrument to see how it produced sound.

When her divine sense passed through the lid of the zither and saw its internal structure, she was completely stunned.

Cast iron plate, strings, tuning pegs, action, hammers, dampers... hundreds and thousands of parts are interlocked, making it as intricate as a complex ritual implement.

The position, angle, and force of each part are precisely calculated, with an error of no more than a hair's breadth.

Liang Bing withdrew her divine sense and remained silent for a long while before slowly speaking:

"Is this something a mortal could make?"

There was a hint of disbelief in her voice.

"So precise, with each part intricately linked, it's far more complex than the entry-level magical artifacts from the Refining Sect."

Such talent, if he were to join the Weapon Refining Sect…”

She didn't finish her sentence, but everyone could hear the shock in her voice.

Xueyao, Su Shi, Su Qin, Gu Yu, and Wei Zhaoyi stood to one side.

Although they didn't quite understand what Liang Bing was saying, they did understand the phrase "things that mortals can make".

They didn't understand weapon crafting or formations, but they could see that the piano was indeed incredibly exquisite.

The women looked at Lin Feng with eyes that were practically overflowing with admiration.

Yu Lan ignored Liang Bing's sighs, placed her hands on the piano keys, tried pressing a few notes, and then turned to ask Lin Feng:

"How do you play this piano? Is it the same as the guqin?"

Lin Feng took out a sheet music book from his spatial storage. It was something he had casually bought in the urban world. It was called "Basic Piano Tutorial for Beginners." The cover featured a black grand piano and sheet music.

He flipped through the book, found the chapter on the basics of musical notation, and laid the book out on the music stand.

"Bring me paper, ink, brush, and inkstone, I'll help you translate," Lin Feng said, turning to Guan Xin.

"Yes, young master."

Guan Xin walked quickly to the desk, spread out the Xuan paper, ground the ink, and handed the brush to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and began to write quickly on the rice paper.

He translated the staff notation into numbered musical notation, with the numbers 1234567 corresponding to the seven basic pitches. A dot above the note indicates a high note, and a dot below the note indicates a low note.

He wrote very quickly, filling a sheet of Xuan paper with numbers and symbols, and adding some basic music theory notes in tiny characters.

The concepts of whole tones and semitones, scales and modes, and rhythms are explained in a simple and concise manner.

The women gathered around and watched him write.

They were all knowledgeable about music, and had studied the scores for the guqin and pipa. Although they had never seen the staff notation before, they could basically understand it after Lin Feng's explanation.

Xueyao looked at the numbers thoughtfully: "So, 1 is Gong, 2 is Shang, 3 is Jiao, 4 is Qingjiao, 5 is Zhi, 6 is Yu, and 7 is Bian Gong?"

Lin Feng nodded: "More or less."

The piano and the five notes of the pentatonic scale (Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zhi, Yu) are not part of the same system, but the principles are the same.

"Memorize the scale first, and we'll take care of the rest later."

Understanding something is one thing, but playing it is another.

Lin Feng didn't expect them to learn it in one night. He walked to the piano and taught them the simplest piece of music—"Two Tigers".

1 2 3 1 | 1 2 3 1 | 3 4 5 - | 3 4 5 - |……

Two tigers, two tigers, running fast, running fast...

The melody is so simple it couldn't be simpler; it just repeats the same few notes over and over.

Yu Lan only looked at it once before her fingers found the right spot on the piano keys.

She tried playing it once, and she was able to play it completely the first time. Her fingers moved on the keys, but the rhythm and pitch were fine.

She finished playing the last measure, her hands still resting on the keys, a childlike smile on her face:

"This piece is so upbeat, it really lifts my spirits. What's it called?"

"Two tigers." Lin Feng leaned against his desk, holding a teacup.

"Two tigers?" Yu Lan read it aloud, finding the name rather intriguing. "Is there a phrase associated with it?"

"Yes," Lin Feng cleared his throat, playing and singing at the same time.

"Two tigers, two tigers, running fast, running fast, one has no eyes, one has no tail, how strange, how strange."

There was a moment of silence in the study, then the women burst into laughter simultaneously. Wei Zhaoyi laughed so hard she clutched her stomach.

"What kind of word is this? A tiger without eyes or a tail is indeed quite strange."

Gu Yu also laughed: "But this melody paired with these lyrics is quite catchy."

Xueyao, Guan Xin, and Su Qin were also eager to try it out, their eyes darting around the Steinway. Lin Feng, seeing this, pretended to pull a mini tablet out of his pocket.

Open a piano teaching app, and you'll find a wide variety of video tutorials, from beginner to advanced levels, covering everything from music theory to fingering.

He placed the tablet next to the piano and patted the lid: "There are many sheet music pieces here, as well as instructional videos for beginners and advanced learners. You can follow along and learn."

He has no interest in teaching them one by one.

Several women immediately gathered around, staring wide-eyed at the glowing screen.

Xueyao, Su Shi, and Su Qin were not surprised as they had used mobile phones before.

She cautiously extended her finger and tapped the screen. The page changed, startling her so much that she withdrew her hand.

Wei Zhaoyi: "This thing can even glow..."

Liang Bing stood at the back of the crowd, but her gaze under her straw hat never left the tablet.

She released her divine sense and probed into the inside of the tablet. The circuit board, chips, capacitors, resistors, and batteries were layered upon layered, and the precision of the structure was even more terrifying than that of the piano.

Those lines were as thin as hair, layer upon layer, even more complex than the arrays of the magical artifacts of the Refining Sect.

Moreover, this thing doesn't use spirit stones, but some kind of energy source that she can't understand at all.

The energy carried a subtle tremor, with a faint hint of lightning.

She withdrew her divine sense and remained silent for a long time before exclaiming in shock, "Could a mortal make something like this?"

Lin Feng smiled and said, "Of course, this is something made by mortals."

Mortals simply cannot cultivate, it doesn't mean they are stupid.

This is called the power of knowledge.

As the saying goes, there are three thousand great paths, each with its own unique way. Cultivation is one path, and the knowledge of ordinary people is also a path.