After my death, I became the white moonlight of the whole cultivation world

Chapter 117 She Made It Herself

After noon, the rain fell in a patter, and the humidity followed. The quiet courtyard was desolate and desolate everywhere.

Yun Weixian's room was full of excitement.

She drew two puppets, one to help her cut sycamore and other wood, and the other to help her paint.

She had nothing to do by herself, so she drew a fire talisman, and after controlling the heat, she threw it into a brazier found by Ah Zhao, and lit a small fire endlessly, making the whole room very warm .

It is not that simple to make a new piano body, but it will be much more convenient if there is someone who can refine the instrument.

However, it's not like she can't do such meticulous work.

Just did it for three full days.

After spending some time and writing a poem on the piano, Yun Weixian let out a sigh of relief. Although the trouble was a bit troublesome, he still had a sense of accomplishment.

Speaking of which, she also made Junior Sister's piano by herself, but she knew that Junior Sister was not happy to accept her things, so she asked Senior Brother to hand it over to her.

I hope that Hou Jun will not be like the little junior sister, who must always remember her goodness, so that he can do whatever he wants.

Thinking about it, Yun Weixian sent a puppet to help her deal with the remaining sycamore wood, and called Hou Jun over.

Then while waiting for someone to come, he randomly took a piece of wood and carved it into a wooden talisman.

The advantage of the wooden talisman is that it can perfectly lock the talisman in it, and it will not be easily revealed.

She plans to carve a piece for Yuniang, it's not very useful, but it can be used to ward off disasters at critical moments.

Hou Jun was probably in a moment of impatience, forgetting that he could fly over, but followed the puppet all the way.

When he arrived, Yun Weixian had already carved a part of it.

She raised her eyes to look at him, and then put down the knife and wooden block in her hand after finishing the work: "Bring your strings."

Without saying a word, Hou Jun took out the strings and handed them to her, and then looked straight at the body of the piano which was placed on the table casually.

It is very beautiful and exquisite, and the paint surface is pushed and polished, and it does not fall off. Even in cloudy days, it can emit a shimmer quietly.

It is much better than his previous piano body, firm yet silky.

Yun Weixian didn't need to look at him, but knew that he must be very satisfied. This would unfold the slightly rolled up strings and gently pluck the seven strings, as if waking up from sleep one after another, and spontaneously flew to the palace. Next to the piano body in mid-air.

At first, it was a bit like throwing a temper tantrum, holding a distance and not getting closer.

Later, it seemed that there was no other choice, so it wound up like branches and vines, and merged with the body of the piano.

Hou Jun was taken aback for a moment. He had directly removed the old strings and replaced them with new strings, thinking that it would be usable that way.

Looking at it now, I realize that his approach was completely reckless.

This string is a magic weapon taken from Qibao Pavilion.

After the strings are installed, the qin props will automatically rotate to fix the strings to the optimum level.

The sound of the piano rang without picking it, as if it was about to resonate with the body of the piano, while it sounded the correct sound, it was still vibrating slightly.

Hou Jun has been able to keep from showing surprise, and he is not ashamed because he has never really entered the sect of Qin Xiu, but gradually sinks his heart, becoming more and more sure that what he wants to enter is the Tao of Qin .

Regardless of success or failure in the future, since we have identified it, we will go all the way to the end.

With the sound of "嗡", his new piano is finally finished.

Yun Weixian made a slight inspection in the air, and after confirming that there was no missing detail, he put down the piano and landed it accurately on Hou Jun's spread hands.

"It's not made of wood with spiritual energy. However, it has been exposed to many winds, rains, and suns. It has witnessed the birth, old age, sickness and death of many creatures. It has been alive and dead. I hope you can use it to play your most The sound you want."

(End of this chapter)