Miracle Farmer with Special Abilities

Everyone wore an odd expression, and Zhu Danyan was the first to retort, "You're just a farmer who barely graduated from high school. The first time you saw me, you didn't even recognize me as Zhu Danyan. It's clear that when it comes to entertainment and music, you're utterly clueless. You can write lyrics and compose music? If you said you were a master pig slaughterer, the best in the land, now *that* I might believe."

Seeing how witty Zhu Danyan's remark was, everyone burst out laughing, some falling over each other, others bending forwards and backwards in mirth.

Zhang Bin's nose was bent out of shape. In Zhu Danyan's eyes, he was nothing more than a champion pig slaughterer? Unacceptable. He had to change her impression, to show her his miraculous methods and abilities. Otherwise, he was sure she would cuckold him one day.

"I actually don't know the first thing about slaughtering pigs, and I've never done it. I'm not the type to boast. I say what I know, and I don't talk big about what I don't," Zhang Bin said, annoyed. A guitar suddenly appeared in his hands. It was one of the items from the several Space Rings he had obtained from an American not long ago.

He had plenty of time to practice, as he entered a Virtual Space created by Tutu every night to study and cultivate. A single night there was quite long, lasting at least seven hours. So, besides cultivation, he spent the remaining time learning all sorts of skills.

Learning a variety of skills was meant to cultivate his character and improve his disposition. Only by improving morally could he better comprehend Heaven-Man Resonance and break through bottlenecks faster, which was a great help to his cultivation.

Of course, most of that was a lie. The real reason he mastered various skills was simply to show off and pick up girls.

Therefore, the guitar was one of the skills he was learning. Although he hadn't reached the Grandmaster Realm yet, he was just a whisker away. In Tutu's words, Zhang Bin was currently the best guitar player on Earth, completely unmatched. The reason for his rapid progress, aside from his natural talent for music, was that he used Longevity Qi to stimulate the nervous system in his fingers and arms, giving him a hand speed that far surpassed that of an ordinary person. Since both piano and guitar rely on the fingers, Zhang Bin's practice reaped twice the results with half the effort.

"Ooh, our great musician is going to perform a self-composed divine song for us. Everyone, let's appreciate it," Zhu Danyan said mockingly.

"Then I'd better cover my ears," Ma Rufei said, quickly plugging his ears with two fingers, a look of terror on his face. "I feel like it might burst my eardrums! I've heard that playing with True Qi can kill people."

Chen Chaoyue and Zhang Haijun also looked fearful and backed away.

Mi Yiyao, on the other hand, simply tilted her head, looked at Zhang Bin skeptically, and asked, "Can you really play the guitar?"

"If he can play the guitar, I'll eat it."

Ever since her intimate night with Zhang Bin in the cave, Zhu Danyan had taken the time to secretly investigate him, with Su Man as her spy. Therefore, her knowledge of Zhang Bin was far beyond what an ordinary person could know, even surpassing Ma Rufei's. She knew his life story like the back of her hand and was naturally aware that he was musically illiterate and had never dabbled in music. She even suspected that he couldn't recognize a guitar, let alone play one. That was why she spoke so confidently.

"How could you possibly fathom my miraculous abilities? Sigh... who can understand my loneliness?" Zhang Bin felt like his lungs were about to explode. As he spoke, his fingers began to move rapidly across the guitar, and an incredibly beautiful melody flowed out.

It was like a joyously bubbling stream, like the clear chirping of morning birds. At times it was mighty like the surging ocean tide, continuous and unstoppable. When it softened, it was like smoke drifting through the treetops, present yet intangible. In a single instant, he constructed an endlessly beautiful world of music.

At that moment, the birds on the mountain ceased their chirping, the buzzing bees stopped flying, the clouds in the sky paused their drift, and swarms of butterflies flocked to him, spreading their wings to dance gracefully around him.

The mocking expressions on the two women's faces had long vanished, replaced by a shock they had never felt before. That shock quickly turned into a deep sense of being moved, an emotion more profound than any they had ever experienced. As two women who had dedicated their lives to music, their understanding and appreciation were far beyond that of ordinary people. Yet, they had never heard a guitar sound so exquisitely beautiful. It was almost a joke—what guitarist could play so masterfully that butterflies would be drawn to dance? They were stunned, moved beyond words, with goosebumps rising and falling on their skin. They were completely lost in a magical world, unable to pull themselves out.

The three goofballs who had retreated far away also stopped dead in their tracks, their eyes wide as they stared at the cloud of dancing butterflies, their faces masks of utter disbelief.

Ma Rufei's fingers, which had been plugging his ears, involuntarily loosened, and the boundless, beautiful music immediately poured in like a torrent. He became utterly lost, standing there agape, as if turned into a statue carved from wood and clay.

Then, Zhang Bin began to sing aloud.

"My love is a blade of grass,

growing in every corner of you,

so crisp and full of life,

believing it will never grow old…

My love is a blade of grass,

when the autumn wind comes, it withers and turns yellow.

I hold on tightly,

afraid the wind will blow me away…

My love is a blade of grass,

when winter comes, it vanishes.

Only the cold snow remains in a vast, pale world.

Please believe me, I have never left.

Please believe me, love will come again.

When the spring breeze blows, the grass will blanket the world in green…

Oh, oh, oh, please believe me, I have never left.

Please believe me, love will come again.

When the spring breeze blows, the grass will blanket the world in green…"

The song was called "My Love is a Blade of Grass," and it came from Xuanwu Star. Zhang Bin had Gao Si send him over 80,000 years' worth of classic songs from that planet, and this was one of them. Rich in philosophy and emotion, with a lingering, plaintive melody, the song was especially touching. Zhang Bin was very fond of it, so he had adapted the lyrics into Chinese. Sung aloud, it was just as beautiful and captivating.

When the song ended, the dancing butterflies were still reluctant to leave, continuing to circle above Zhang Bin's head.

Tears streamed down the faces of the two women, as if they were witnessing a woman's unwavering love and feeling the eternal, life-giving force of that love itself.

As for the three goofballs, they were all shouting silently in their hearts. My God, that was too cool! That guitar, that song... it's absolutely unparalleled! What woman could possibly resist that? It's the ultimate tool for picking up girls!