Lanke Chess Edge

"Woo... sob... woo..."

Hu Yun carried two purple bamboos still with branches and leaves running wildly in Niukui Mountain, and from time to time, he could bring out a burst of pleasant sounds of nature.

But the little paper crane did not stop on Hu Yun's head, but stood on the top of one of the purple bamboos. As the purple bamboo swayed, whenever there was a "woo" sound, the two wings flapped especially violently , as the tone rises, it is a joy to play.

It was just dark when we left, and when we returned to Ning'an County, the county had already calmed down. Before we entered the city, we could already hear the barking of dogs in the deep part of the city.

"Hush... little paper crane, grab these two bamboos and stop them from making any noise."

The little paper crane tilted its head and looked at Hu Yun when he heard the words, but he still did as he did. The two paper wings, one on each side, slightly curled up the top of the purple bamboo, suppressing any slight trembling of the bamboo body, and naturally also There is no sound.

The next moment, Hu Yun ran up the city wall of Ning'an County with a run-up, and then jumped at the other end, running towards the depths of Ning'an County like gliding. cats, and the remaining half were either not seen, or belonged to the kind of old cats who had seen Hu Yun before.

When a fox and a crane returned to Ju'an small pavilion, only Ji Yuan and Zao Niang were left in the courtyard. Ji Yuan looked up at Hu Yun and Xiao Zhihe who came in from the door, and then his eyes fell on two On Zizhu, his eyes lit up, and Hu Yun really brought some surprises.

"Sir, where is Sun Yaya?"

"What time is it? People are still waiting for her to eat at home. After going out for a few years and returning home, there will inevitably be a celebration at home. Could it be possible to talk about music scores here all night?"

Hu Yun scratched his head. Although what Mr. Ji said was reasonable, he felt that Sun Yaya would be more than happy to stay in Ju'an Xiaoge for a while, then he grabbed Zizhu and shook it.

"Woo...sobbing..."

"Look, sir, I found these two purple bamboos in the Niukui Mountain Purple Bamboo Forest. They must be suitable for making flutes, right?"

Hu Yun seemed to hold two purple bamboos and came to Ji Yuan. The latter reached out to take the purple bamboos, and his eyes kept looking up and down on the bamboos.

"That's right, that's right, two excellent purple bamboos with a natural aura, if you are destined, you can see them, if you don't, you can't meet them in thousands of forests, at least you can make two hole flutes and two qin flutes!"

"Hahahaha... Sir, it's good that you are satisfied, this bamboo can sing in the wind by itself, it's really nice, if you don't believe me, you can ask the little paper crane!"

"Jiujiu~~"

Ji Yuan smiled, reached out and patted the bamboo body lightly.

Huh...huh...

A gust of breeze blew in the courtyard, and the branches and leaves of the jujube tree swayed slightly, making a "rustling..." sound, and the two purple bamboos in Ji Yuan's hands also sang "sobbing", which seemed harmonious and natural.

"Sir, do you need to find a master craftsman from Ning'an County to make Xiao? I heard that craftsmen in Ning'an County are famous all over the world."

Ji Yuan patted one of the purple bamboos gently with his sword finger, especially at the bamboo joints twice more. In his green eyes, the two purple bamboos glowed with a green purple halo , every time he patted, the halo would weaken a bit, but it didn't disappear, but shrunk back into the purple bamboo, absorbing the meridians of the purple bamboo's body.

"That's not necessary. Although Ji is not a craftsman who makes musical instruments, he knows where the sound of the flute comes from. Well, then, let's do this!"

After Ji Yuan explained the first half of the sentence, the second half of the sentence was more like muttering to himself, and then kept his sword finger, sliding his finger along one of the bamboo bodies.

"Surther..."

Ji Yuan just brushed the bamboo body with his sword finger, and the dust on some of the bamboo joints scattered, and soon there was only a smooth purple bamboo left, which was different from the grayish purple just now. A trace of translucence.

Ji Yuan lightly stroked the bamboo body, and felt that the lower end of the bamboo was broken almost just right, and the aura of the broken mouth was not scattered, so he couldn't help but look at Hu Yun again. Go up nine knots, the distance is just right, and lightly touch the position of the last bamboo knot.

"Ka~"

This purple bamboo snapped off.

Following Ji Yuan's sword finger brushing against the broken purple bamboo, he pointed the mouth of the bamboo at the ground and poured it over, and some debris from the bamboo joints inside also poured out and fell to the ground.

Ji Yuan didn't need to measure multiple textual research back and forth at all, just relying on his feeling, he poked a point on the bamboo stick in his hand. After the point fell, a hole was left on the bamboo body, and it was even coated with a layer of starlight silver. Hui.

In fact, it's not just the flute, everything in Ju'an Xiaoge is coated with star brilliance and entwined with spiritual wind, including the two purple bamboos on the table.

Hu Yun, the little paper crane, Zao Niang, Jin Jia, and the small characters in the sword meaning post hanging on the jujube tree, all focused their attention on Ji Yuan making Xiao. Need, it seems that making a good flute only needs a feeling of falling fingers.

But everyone present knew in their hearts that Mr. Ji was almost making the purple bamboo flute using the method of refining a magic weapon, but this method is very light and agile, without any trace of fireworks.

Whenever a hole is completed, Ji Yuan will listen quietly with his ear attached to the bamboo, while the stars in the sky are constantly gathering, and the aura surrounding the jujube tree is also turning around the stone table.

"Woo...sobbing..."

The spiritual wind blew past Ji Yuan's side, not only making his clothes flutter, but also bringing up bursts of quiet sounds of nature, although not as good as Feng Qiuhuang, but it also calmed down those who heard it.

The falling stars are like meteors raining down in the courtyard, and the agility of Ji Yuan's flute itself makes the viewer have a full sense of beauty, and can feel the breath of Dao Yun.

"Starlight falls in the sky, purple bamboo is born in the earth, the tone and color gathers the five elements, and when it is successful, it blends yin and yang, fits the magical method of Qi Dao, and blends the way of heaven and nature..."

While making the flute, Ji Yuan explained softly, his movements were slow and sometimes fast, the process of listening to the sound and guiding the stars took a long time, but it was not too difficult for Ji Yuan himself or for others such as Hu Yun and Zao Niang. It's not long, after all, to a certain extent, this can be regarded as listening to Ji Yuan's preaching, which has benefited a lot.

It didn't take much time and effort, just an hour later, a beautifully shaped hole flute appeared in Ji Yuan's hands.

"Mr. Ji, Xiao is finished?"

Hu Yun couldn't wait to ask the first question, he really wanted Ji Yuan to play "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" again, and Ji Yuan looked Dongxiao up and down, and nodded slightly.

"It's done, but there is still a step to be added."

As he said that, the Langhao pen on the pen holder on the table automatically flew into Ji Yuan's hand. He didn't touch the ink, so he held the pen and wrote on the top of Xiao's body, and he finished writing in a moment. It was the word "Ji Yuan" without any ink marks. It is only slightly lighter than the purple of the flute body, but it does not hurt the outer skin of the purple bamboo.

"Hahaha, I accidentally carved my name on Dong Xiao..."

Ji Yuan laughed like this, causing Hu Yun to mutter: "Mr. obviously wrote it on purpose..."

"By the way! Sir, can you play "Phoenix Court" again now?"

Hu Yun's expectation is also everyone's expectation, Ji Yuan looked around, even Jin Jia turned his head to look this way, let alone other people, but this time Ji Yuan shook his head.

"Forget it today."

"Oh...then sir, there is still more than half of this purple bamboo, and this one is still very complete, and it can be used as a flute again."

"Well, it is indeed possible, but this hole flute is enough."

"Ah? What about the remaining purple bamboo?"

Hu Yun stared blankly at Zizhu on the table.

"There are two ways, one is to keep it for yourself, and the other is to plant it back in the Niukui Mountain Purple Bamboo Forest, you can figure it out."

Ji Yuan's words made Hu Yun stupid again.

"Can this fall back?"

"Well, yes, you can control it properly when you break the bamboo. You can seal the spirit without damaging the rhyme, divide the bamboo without hurting its vitality, and don't have the power of the sun to burn it. If you plant it back before dawn, these two purple bamboos will not Too much energy wasted."

Hu Yun, Xiao Zhihe and even Zao Niang all immediately looked at the purple bamboo in Ji Yuan's hand, one of them was cut off by Mr. Ji to make a hole flute, can it still not damage the vitality?

Ji Yuan smiled awkwardly.

"That's why I said, don't lose too much vitality, not that you don't lose your vitality. Of course, this bamboo spirit is natural, but it was not a talent for becoming a spirit before. It can only be regarded as a good talent. You can keep it if you keep it. Don't think too much."

"Oh...but..."

Hu Yun grabbed the purple bamboo that was missing a section, and gestured at the break at the moment.

"Sir, this place is much smaller than the fracture in the mountain, it can't be connected..."

"Then think of a way!"

Ji Yuan blinked at Hu Yun, who kept scratching his head. After thinking for a while, he suddenly had an idea, grabbed two bamboos and jumped off the table.

"Mr. Ji, shall I go then?"

"go Go!"

Ji Yuan pushed the pusher, and then watched the red fox rush out of Ju'an Xiaoge with two bamboos on its shoulders. Hu Yun remembered that Ji Yuan said that it was before dawn. The little paper crane "chirped" and flew out again, catching up with Hu Yun.

Seeing that Hu Yun didn't even think about it, he directly chose to plant the bamboo back. Ji Yuan in the yard rubbed his chin thoughtfully, and gently turned the flute in his hand with his other hand, with his eyes slightly closed. Already have the idea of ​​dreaming out.

Not long after, there was still a fox and a paper crane in Niukui Mountain, dragging two purple bamboos and galloping through the mountain, and soon arrived at the previous purple bamboo forest, and arrived at the broken bamboo in the gap between the forests.

"Try this first!"

Hu Yun pressed the intact purple bamboo mouth to mouth on the broken part of the bamboo, supported it gently for a while, and found that the bamboo seemed to be "sticky", and the aura was connected with the earth again.

"So amazing? What about this one..."

Hu Yun gestured at the remaining bamboo in his hand, and found that it was obviously smaller than the fracture on the ground. He frowned and thought for a while, then stretched out a fingernail, and after brewing for a while, Hu Yun gave a low drink.

"Little paper crane, look at my sword finger!"

"Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka..."

Hu Yun scraped off the outer skin of the purple bamboo in his hand with his hard nails, scraping out a lot of bamboo shavings, and then used his nails to scrape off the inner circle of the bamboo joints on the ground. One by one, the silk threads that look like nothingness are wrapped around the purple bamboo in the hand, and then the purple bamboo is inserted into the ground.

"Ka~"

Huh...huh...

The mountain wind blew, and the two purple bamboos, one high and one low, made the sound of "whimpering" again.

"Hey, it's done!"

"Chirp~"