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Chapter 46 It is useless to use the same trick in front of the Saint Seiya! (On Monday, ask for collections to recommend all kinds of support)
The flute is tragic.

The ten thousand armies are majestic, ten thousand horses neighing, the sound of the sound of explosion and sound of sorrow.

This is a last stand, this is a death with generosity.

The general drank loudly and raised the spirits in his hand.

This is the spirits practiced before leaving, and it is also a memorial to send the hero's soul back to his hometown.

The armor was decorated with plain elements, the horse was covered with white silk, and the general rode through the soldiers one by one.

Qinchuan rose and fell, flags fluttered, war horses neighed, and the general's cloak fluttered in the wind.

A long sword stood in the air: "For the [-]-mile Qin Chuan!"

The general turned around and never looked back.

At this moment, the sound of the flute became even more sobbing.

The general has gone and never returned for 20 years.

At home, my wife has white temples, and my thoughts are like water.

The children in the family have grown up, but they don't know what the father looks like.

The rotation of day and night is slow, and the years are long and long.

Since ancient times, whoever grows old has always been a man in his husband's dream.

At this moment, the flute sound slowly became majestic again.

Swords and guns flashed, horses galloped, and drums rumbled.

The general is old, but still majestic. He leads the way and is invincible in the world.

All the way to kill, the general turned back and looked around blankly.

20 years of fighting, so why?
Qin Chuan bowed his head, holding the bamboo flute in his hand, like a magic weapon that killed countless people and slowly returned to its sheath.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute became light again, just like one day, magpies jumped all over the branches, and came from afar, the soldiers with broken gongs and voices were old and lame, but their voices were still the same. big.

"We won! We won!"

The children beat gongs and drums to hang red silk, and the wife faces the bronze mirror, black charcoal smears the temples, pastels hides the wrinkles, and wears the red dress that she had when she married the general that day.

Blowing here, Qin Chuan shook his head, a flute song that almost made people jump for joy.

Eight hundred li Qinchuan lined up ten li long seats to welcome the triumph of the general.

Dragon and lion dance, singing and dancing, gongs and drums roaring the sky, the sound shook the four fields.

But the general never came back.

When he saw the low flag and the coffin below, his wife fell to the ground, crying blood.

Beside the coffin, there is a white horse, with many scars, thin and long hair, and neighing.

The river wailed, and Qinchuan echoed.

When a hero dies, the world grieves.

The shrill sound of the flute is heartbreaking.

That sentence of chasing, the sound of a rushing flute, seemed like someone was calling out loudly.

"General, come back!"

"General, come back!"

But this general will never come back.

Above the sky, among the white clouds, a wisp of heroic soul looked down at these thousands of people, looking at the eight hundred miles of Qinchuan, with a long laugh, all the mountains laughed.

"I, General Qin, go!"

The unpretentious flute hung down, and Qin Chuan slowly opened his eyes.

There is no eight hundred miles of Qin Chuan, no thousands of people, no heroic soul of a general.

There was only one room for flute and xiao, and the crowd gathered from nowhere, with tears all over their faces, making it hard to restrain themselves.

A song of Qinchuan, the liver and intestines are broken.

Qin Chuan raised his head and looked at the young woman in cheongsam: "This is the flute I made."

This sword of my General Qin, do you want it or not!

How many do you want? !

……

When Qin Chuan returned to Dongyuan University with a bunch of flute materials and a contract provided by Dixiaoyuan, Gu Xiaobai was placing the flutes on his desk one by one.

The flute was wrapped in silk and inlaid, and it was much more beautiful than before.

Beside him is his cell phone.

The system was trembling, and he always felt that Gu Xiaobai was going to showdown to himself.

Do you want to be as miserable as an old mother who has worked hard to raise her children, but her children will be swept out of the house?
"These flutes of mine are all good, right?" Gu Xiaobai asked the system.

The system was silent for a moment, and then a few words popped up: "It's all top grade."

"Yeah, look, physics can do this kind of thing, isn't it amazing... So, do you want to change your career to become a physics teacher and become a 'big physicist system'?"

no, do not want!

If the system would shake its head, it would have already shaken a song by now.

It turns out that Gu Xiaobai's conspiracy is here!

No wonder he did flute and learn flute before, but he didn't push three or four, so he was so obedient.

It turned out that there was already a heart of betrayal!

"It's good to be a 'big physicist system', otherwise, if you change your career to become a big physicist system, how about I bind you?" Gu Xiaobai said enticingly.

bind?

Oh, this man's mouth!
The system would rather believe that there are ghosts in the world than to believe this rude mouth of a man!

"Really, trust me." Gu Xiaobai said, "Look, I have already verified a lot of your abilities, I think you can help me get on the throne of a 'great physicist', although I can definitely do it myself, but With you here, it will be a little faster, right?"

Just a little bit?

"As long as you help me become a great physicist and make achievements for me, in my later years, I can no longer study physics, and I can make music." Gu Xiaobai thought in his heart, this old age is very late. Okay, like...over 80 years old?No, no, I'm still in my 90s.

The system said, I have seen through your nature, it is impossible to study music!Absolutely impossible!
Wants you to give up physics unless you die.

Gu Xiaobai, who had a ghost in his heart, stared at the phone.

The cell phone with a ghostly heart also stared at Gu Xiaobai.

"Well...that's it." Gu Xiaobai said, "Then, since you don't want to, I can only do the best."

Before waiting for the system to react, Gu Xiaobai said, "I remember you said that I have to perform every day, because if I am not bound to you, you will need to absorb the emotional reactions of the audience to maintain the action. ,Right?"

The system suddenly had a bad feeling.

"So... starting today, I won't be performing!" Gu Xiaobai took out his trump card.

Hungry for a few meals to see if you are good!

"Time to return." Even though he knew that this move was no longer effective, the system still took out his last trump card tremblingly.

How miserable, the same system, why other systems can command the host in circles, but they are so miserable.

"Well, I almost forgot, there is still time to return it, no time to return it, how can I be a great physicist..." Gu Xiaobai held his chin and looked at his phone.

The phone almost believed it.

Sure enough, Gu Xiaobai burst out laughing.

"I've already learned this trick. Although it's not perfect, the time ratio is not as good as yours, but... as long as I study hard and practice hard, I will definitely master it perfectly soon!" Gu Xiaobai raised his head proudly. , "It's useless to use the same trick in front of the goddess' Saint Seiya!"

The same is true in front of me, Gu Xiaobai!
　Do you like General Qin?How many swords do you want for General Qin?
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