Lanke Chess Edge

After a fox and a crane called happily twice, there seemed to be something wrong with the two purple bamboos on the street. Hu Yun circled around the two purple bamboos, and the little paper crane was swinging on the taller one. Then they looked up at the sky together.

At this time, both Hu Yun and Xiao Zhihe understood what was wrong. The two purple bamboos seemed to be more crystal clear, but they actually reflected a part of the starlight, but it was too faint. , and at this moment, one fox and one crane can distinguish carefully, and they can find that there is something special about Zizhu. Within a dozen breaths of replanting, a layer of faint silver light has gradually appeared.

"Little Zhihe, this should be the method left behind by the master, right?"

The little paper crane swayed on the top of the Zizhu, and it didn't know if it nodded. It quickly flew away from the Zizhu and landed on Hu Yun's head.

"Let's go, I'll come and see them later when I'm free."

As he said that, Hu Yun jumped out of the purple bamboo forest with the little paper crane on his head, and ran towards Ning'an County along the rugged mountain road.

In fact, the idea of ​​Ji Yuan Youmeng is in the purple bamboo forest at this moment, standing in front of two purple bamboos, one long and one short. The long purple bamboo has almost no trace of fracture at the moment, and it is difficult for people to see that it was cut before. The broken belt passed by, and the short one was missing a section, not to mention that it was shorter in length. There was obviously a circle of bumps near the ground, but it was still full of vitality.

Sure enough, Hu Yun's Taoism is not a big monster, but after this point of view, his spiritual sense is indeed extraordinary.

In the small pavilion in Ju'an, Ji Yuan slowly opened his eyes, and Zao Niang on one side put the "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" on the table. She knew that the book hadn't been finished yet, so it was impossible to keep reading it all the time, and She also felt that she had no musical talent.

"Sir, will you spread the word "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" in the future?"

Ji Yuan played with the purple bamboo flute in his hand, while looking at "Phoenix Qiuhuang" from the corner of his eye, he thought about it.

"Since it's a book, it's not just for self-entertainment, and Daoist Dan Ye must also hope that this song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" can be spread. It's a pity that only a few people know about it. The song "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" is by no means an easy task, let's see how it works, well, Zao Niang, you can try it too."

"I?"

Zao Niang was taken aback for a moment, and smiled a little embarrassedly.

"Sir, you are joking, Zao Niang only knows how to listen to the beauty of the siren's flute, but she has no such ability. She just listened to Feng Qiuhuang, and she couldn't do it even if she wanted to hum softly..."

"Have you tried it?"

Ji Yuan just asked casually like this, causing Zao Niang, who had always been very calm, to blush, and then Lingfeng in the courtyard took up his long hair to cover it up, and at the same time gave a soft "um", and then asked a question immediately.

"Sir, who is the fellow Daoist Dan Ye you are talking about?"

Ji Yuan twirled the flute above his knuckles and replied.

"Daoyou Danye is exactly the phoenix recorded in "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix". Because of its phoenix singing, there is this song "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix". There is also emotion in it, humming softly without using an instrument, not to mention the difficulty, it is also a bit shameful, it is normal not to hum."

"Well... what sir said is..."

Zao Niang exhaled slightly, trying to make herself as natural as possible, but although there was no change on the surface, she still felt that she had burned so badly that she was almost as red as Huo Zao.

Ji Yuan frowned slightly, turned to look at Zao Niang, the spirit wind was a little messed up, without musical talent, it wouldn't be such a big blow, right?

"Ge Le is to listen more and practice more, don't be discouraged!"

Ji Yuan smiled and comforted, Zao Niang just nodded at this moment.

"Squeak~~"

The door of the small pavilion opened, and Hu Yun and Xiao Zhihe came back. Before the fox entered the door, the voice had already come in.

"Mr. Ji, I've brought back those two bamboos, and I'm sure they'll live well!"

And the little paper crane had already landed on Ji Yuan's shoulder.

"You've done a good job. I haven't seen you for so many years. You, a fox, have made some progress. You can show off in front of Lu Shanjun just now with your two hands of chopping and planting bamboo."

Ji Yuan praised Hu Yun so much, it was quite a compliment, and it also made Hu Yun elated, and he approached the stone table and said with a smile.

"Sir, can I stay in Ju'an Xiaoge tonight? I have run back and forth a few times, and I don't want to run anymore..."

"It's up to you. If you want to live in the house, you can sleep in the guest room. If you want to sleep outside, you can also. Hehe... It's getting late, and I'm going to bed too."

As he said that, Ji Yuan yawned and stood up, grabbed the purple bamboo flute and walked towards his bedroom, leaving only Zao Niang and others in the courtyard by themselves, and the book "Feng Qiuhuang" was also left on the stone in the courtyard. on the table.

As soon as Ji Yuan left, it didn't take long for the courtyard to become lively, Zao Niang sat on the tree with a book, and the small characters in "Sword Intent Tie" rushed out of it one after another, and started to make a fuss, the little paper crane didn't need to He said that Hu Yun was like a good guest, not only watching the play, but sometimes participating in it, while Jin Jia silently walked to the door of Ji Yuan's bedroom, stood with his back to the door, like a vivid door god.

In the next few days, Sun Yaya collected a lot of books on rhythm in her own way, and ran to Ju'an Xiaoge every day to study rhythm with Ji Yuan.

Fortunately, the purpose of Ji Yuan is not to become a master of music in a short period of time. What he wants is to record Feng Qiuhuang in the form of music scores relatively accurately and completely, otherwise Sun Yaya is really heartbroken. After a few days, she wondered several times whether she was teaching Mr. Ji, or Mr. Ji was teaching her in a special way.

Five days later, at noon when the weather was fine, the bright sunlight shone through the gaps in the branches and leaves of the jujube tree and shone onto the courtyard of Ju'an Xiaoge. A group of people, including Zao Niang, sat at the stone table In front of them, some were surrounded by a little distance away, while others were suspended in the air, all quietly watching Ji Yuan write.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone have already been prepared, and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone are already prepared, and the brush is firmly held in the hand. The spirit of planning and writing is spirit. line.

Before writing, Ji Yuan already has no worries. After starting to write, it is like flowing water. If the tip of the pen is not exhausted, the hand will not stop. Often a page is completed before it is necessary to pick up the pen and ink.

And the glorious task of grinding ink for the sake of fate is on Zao Niang. Every time more than half of the ink in the old inkstone is consumed, Zao Niang will use her fingers to condense dew, and three fingers to condense the dew into the inkstone, and then grind Jinxiang ink. A faint fragrance of ink wafted from Ju'an Xiaoge.

When Ji Yuan's last stroke fell on the page of "Feng Qiuhuang", Sun Yaya, who had been nervous all the time, let out a long sigh of relief, as if she, a bystander, was struggling more than Ji Yuan.

And Ji Yuan then put away the pen, gently blowing on the whole book, those wet ink marks dried up quickly, and nodded to Zao Niang.

"Okay, you don't need to grind the ink anymore, now "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" is really finished."

Flipping "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" in his hand, Ji Yuan had a clear smile on his face.

It's one thing to listen to Fengming, it's another thing to imitate it with flute sounds, and it's another thing to turn it into a music score. Ji Yuan can also count it as composing, and to say it with a thick skin, the achievement can't be considered too low. After all, "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" is not an ordinary song.

Only then did Zao Niang withdraw her hands from the old inkstone, and a group of small characters had already surrounded the inkstone.

"My lord, there is still some ink left." "That's right, my lord, it will be a waste of Jin Xiang ink when it dries up."

"Yes, yes." "My lord, the inkstone also needs to be cleaned!"

"That's right!"

Ji Yuan laughed when he saw it, Zao Niang and Sun Yaya covered their mouths with their sleeves and their eyes were like the moon, while Hu Yun on the other side stared blankly at the inkstone, wanting to say something but didn't speak.

"That's right, it makes sense, then you guys help the old man clean it up."

"Receive the decree!"

A crowd of small characters got up and drank lightly, and then instantly turned into a black wind to wrap around the inkstone, and from time to time, words such as "one word, one mouthful", "leave one mouthful", "don't eat too much, no one is allowed to eat too much..." .

At this moment, Ji Yuan also looked up to the sky, walked towards the door of the small pavilion, opened the door and went out, just in time a sword light hovering in the sky fell and flew into his hand.

'Flying sword to pass on the book? '

In his hand was a wooden sword engraved with spirit patterns. It turned out that it only found Ning'an County, but it couldn't find the exact location of the Ju'an Pavilion. With the sword, there will be spiritual thoughts transmitted to Ji Yuan.

What Mu Jian said was very simple, it was the "old fan" of Ji Yuan who asked Ji Yuan euphemistically but with anticipation, so that it would be inconvenient for him to visit again. In fact, it was also a question of when Ji Yuan left.

When Ji Yuanyu received the flying sword outside the door, the little characters in the courtyard lifted up the inkstones. They looked like they were in order, but they seemed to be fighting for each other. Sun Yaya, who saw this scene for the first time, smiled and said.

"Are they always this messy?"

Zao Niang shook her head, and stretched out her hand to stroke Hu Yun's fiery red and soft fox fur.

"The remaining half of the inkstone in the inkstone is not trivial. It is the rest of the master's ink and calligraphy. The Taoism is profound in it, and the small ink is sensitive, so I am so excited."

"Yeah, I've figured it out a long time ago. I wanted it too, but they needed it more than me and were more suitable, so I didn't say anything. Otherwise, based on the relationship between me and my husband, my husband would definitely give it to me!"

Hu Yun enjoyed Zao Niang's touch, and said this with a little dissatisfaction.

On one side, the little paper crane stood on top of the golden armor, shaking its head slightly, while the golden armor underneath remained motionless, just looking at the old inkstone that was entangled by small characters and flew in the air from the corner of the eye.

"Those who benefit from it, take the pen and inkstone as the most important thing. It's a pity that the spirit rises but the wisdom does not grow..."

Jin Jia's hoarse voice sounded, and the small pavilion in Ju'an fell silent instantly. Even the small characters turned their attention to him. Although they knew that Jin Jia was not a mute, they still startled everyone by speaking suddenly. Jump.

Everyone was not surprised by what Jin Jia said, because Ji Yuan had said something similar before.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Jin Jia remained expressionless and motionless. After waiting for a few breaths, when everyone recovered, Jin Jia, who had been silent in the courtyard for a long time, was still expressionless, but suddenly opened his mouth to explain One sentence.

"It's not what I said, it's what His Majesty said..."