Lanke Chess Edge

"Woo... whimper... woo woo..."

Hu Yun ran wildly in Niukui Mountain carrying two purple bamboos that still had branches and leaves, and from time to time, he could bring up a melodious sound of the sound of nature.

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

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

"Shh...Little Zhihe, grab these two bamboos and don't let them make any more noise."

Hearing this, the little Zhihe tilted his head and looked at Hu Yun, but he did as he did, with two paper wings on each side, slightly curling the top of the purple bamboo, suppressing any slight tremors of the bamboo body at once. There is no sound.

The next moment, Hu Yun ran up to the city wall of Ning'an County with one run, and then jumped at the other end, as if gliding into the depths of Ning'an County. Cat, and the other half either didn't see it, or belonged to the kind of old cat that had seen Hu Yun before.

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

"Sir, what about 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, it is inevitable to celebrate at home. Is it possible that she will be here all night teaching music?"

Hu Yun scratched his head. Although Mr. Ji was right, he felt that Sun Yaya would definitely be happy to stay in the Ju'an Pavilion for a while, then he grabbed Zizhu and shook it.

"Woo... whimper..."

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

Hu Yunxian seemed to grab two purple bamboos and approached Jiyuan, the latter reached out to take the purple bamboo, and his eyes kept looking up and down on the bamboo.

"That's right, that's right, there are two excellent purple bamboos with a natural charm and aura. You can see them once if you have a chance, but if you don't have a chance to meet in a thousand forests, you can at least make two dongxiaos and two qinxiaos!"

"Hahahaha... If you are satisfied, sir, this bamboo will ring itself in the wind, but it sounds good. If you don't believe me, ask Little Zhihe!"

"啾啾~~"

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

huh... huh...

A gust of breeze blew through the courtyard, the jujube branches and leaves swayed slightly, and there was a sound of "rustling...", and the two purple bamboos in Ji Yuan's hand also sang "wheezing", which seemed to be natural in harmony.

"Sir, do you need to find an old master from Ning'an County to make the flute? I heard that the master craftsman from Ning'an County is famous all over the world."

Ji Yuan gently tapped one of the purple bamboos with his sword fingers, especially at the bamboo joints, he would slap twice. In his eyes, the two purple bamboos glowed with a purple halo. , Every time he takes a shot, this halo will weaken by a point, but instead of disappearing, it shrinks back into the purple bamboo, and receives the meridian of the bamboo body of the purple bamboo.

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

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

"Tsssssssssssssssssssssssssss..."

Ji Yuan just wiped the bamboo body with his sword fingers, and some of the dust on the bamboo knots scattered on it, and soon only a smooth purple bamboo remained, which was different from the grayish purple just now. A trace of translucent.

Ji Yuan stroked the bamboo body lightly, and felt that the broken part of the bottom of the bamboo was almost just right, and the aura of the broken mouth was gathered but not scattered. He couldn't help but look at Hu Yun again. Go up nine knots, the distance is just right, and tap lightly on a bamboo knot at the end.

"click~"

This purple bamboo was cut off in response.

Then, Ji Yuan rubbed his sword fingers on the broken purple bamboo and dumped it on the ground with the mouth of the bamboo.

Ji Yuan didn't need to measure and test before and after, but just relied on his feeling to poke the bamboo stick in his hand. After the point, a hole was left on the bamboo body, and it was plated with a layer of starlight silver. Hui.

In fact, it's not just the flute, everything in Ju'an Pavilion is gilded with stars and entwined with spiritual wind, including the two purple bamboos on the table.

Hu Yun, Xiao Zhihe, Zao Niang and Jin Jia, as well as the small characters hanging on the jujube tree in the Jian Yi post, all watched intently at making the flute. In his hands, the process of polishing the yin and doing what was not at all. Yes, it seems that making a good flute only needs a feeling of falling fingers.

But all those present knew in their hearts that Mr. Ji was almost using the method of refining the magic weapon to make the purple bamboo flute, but this method was very light and agile, and there was no trace of fireworks.

Every time a hole is completed, Ji Yuan will listen to the bamboo quietly, while the stars in the sky continue to gather, and the aura surrounding the jujube tree also revolves around the stone table.

"Woo... whimper..."

The spirit wind blew by Ji Yuan's side, not only brought his clothes fluttering, but also brought up a quiet sound of heaven. Although it was not as good as Feng Qiuhuang, it also calmed the hearts of those who heard it.

The starlight falls like a drizzle of meteors in the courtyard, and the agility of making the flute by means of fate makes the viewers have a full sense of beauty, and can even feel the breath of Taoism.

"The starlight falls in the sky, the purple bamboo is born in the earth, the tone of the five elements is combined, the success is the fusion of yin and yang, the magic method of fitting the utensils and the Tao, and the naturalness of the heaven..."

While doing the flute, Ji Yuan explained in a soft voice. The movements were slow and fast, and the process of listening to the sound and attracting stars took a long time, but whether it was for Ji Yuan himself or for others such as Hu Yun and Zao Niang, it was not the same. It's not long, after all, to a certain extent, this can be regarded as listening to Ji Yuan's preaching, which is very beneficial.

It didn't take much time and effort, just an hour later, a beautiful-looking dongxiao appeared in Jiyuan's hands.

"Mr. Ji, is Xiao finished?"

Hu Yun couldn't wait to ask the first question. He really wanted Ji Yuan to play "Feng Qiuhuang" again, but Ji Yuan looked at Dong Xiao up and down and nodded lightly.

"It's done, but there's one more step to add."

Saying that, the wolf pen on the pen holder on the table automatically flew into Jiyuan's hand. He didn't touch the ink, he held the pen on top of Xiao's body and wrote, and he finished writing in a moment. It was the word "Jiyuan", and there was no ink. It was only slightly lighter than the purple of Xiao's body, but it didn't hurt Zizhu's skin.

"Hahaha, I accidentally engraved a name on Dong Xiao..."

Ji Yuan laughed so much, causing Hu Yun to murmur, "Mr. clearly wrote it on purpose..."

"Right! Sir, can you play "Feng Qiuhuang" again now?"

Hu Yun's expectation was also everyone's expectation. Ji Yuan looked around, even Jin Jia turned his head to look here, not to mention other people, but this time Ji Yuan shook his head.

"Forget it today."

"Oh...then sir, there are still more than half of this purple bamboo, and this one is still very complete. You can still make a flute."

"Well, yes, it's possible, but this dongxiao is enough."

"Ah? What about the rest of the purple bamboo?"

Hu Yun stared blankly at Zizhu on the table.

"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 decide."

Ji Yuan's words made Hu Yun stupid again.

"Can this be planted back?"

"Well, yes, you can control it very properly when you break the bamboo, seal the spirit without damaging the rhythm, divide the bamboo without hurting its anger, and there is no sun's power to burn, 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 turned their attention to the Zizhu in Ji Yuan's hands. One of them was cut off by Mr. Ji and the bottom was made into a hollow flute, so how could they not lose their vitality?

Ji Yuan smiled awkwardly.

"That's why I said that it doesn't hurt too much vitality, but it doesn't damage vitality. Of course, this bamboo has a natural charm, but it was not a resource for spiritual success before. It can only be regarded as a good material. You can keep it without thinking 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 you have to 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?"

"go Go!"

Ji Yuan pushed his hands, and then watched the red fox rush out of Ju'an Pavilion with two bamboos on his back. Hu Yunke remembered that Ji Yuan said that it was before dawn. Although it was still a while before dawn, it was better to go to the insurance earlier. Xiao Zhihe made a "chirp" 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 courtyard was also rubbing his chin thoughtfully. Thoughts are already dreaming out.

Not long after, in Niu Kui Mountain, there was still a fox and a paper crane~www.readwn.com~ dragging two purple bamboos and galloping in the mountains, and soon reached the previous purple bamboo forest, to the broken bamboo in the gap in the forest .

"Try this first!"

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

"So miraculous? What about this..."

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

"Little Zhihe, look at my sword!"

"Kakakakaka..."

Hu Yun used his hard fingernails to scrape off the outer surface of the purple bamboo in his hand, scraping out a lot of bamboo chips, and then using his fingernails to scrape off the inner circle of the bamboo joint on the ground, at the same time, the other claw moved towards the bamboo joint and pulled it out. A silk thread that looks like nothingness, and then wrap these silk threads around the purple bamboo in his hand, and then insert the purple bamboo on the ground.

"click~"

huh... huh...

The mountain wind blew through, and two purple bamboos, one high and the other low, made a "wheezing" sound again.

"Hey, it's done!"

"Chirp~"

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