Jiang Sheng Xun Xian

Chapter 66 Bamboo Flute
Jiang Sheng has always believed that the score on the wall is as useful to the recorder as the old chess score on his bedside, or the stories of emperors and generals in the memory of the little scholar. .

Before long, he changed this view.

With the influx of true energy, the ordinary bamboo flute actually changed.

The old bamboo that was originally glowing with dark yellow, suddenly appeared a green light.

Jiang Sheng's pupils shrank. Could this thing be a spiritual weapon?
Is this something with a master?He tried, a drop of blood dripped on it, and the blood dripped down the bamboo body slowly.

Is it wrong?

……

In the distant Nanli Continent, an old man in a silver robe stood on a towering giant tree with his hands behind his back.

On the treetop at his feet, there was a huge cyan bird monster, combing its feathers with its head down.

"Roar..." The sky-shattering voice sounded from the distant dense forest.

Accompanied by the sound, a gigantic creature, with its head held up to the sky, revealed half of its body from the dense forest, with a huge head, like a bear.

From a distance, it looks at least ten feet high.

Following this roar, each behemoth moved out of the dense forest, and then the whole land moved.

Herd!Monster herd!

Over the dense forest, a black shadow gradually emerged.

The black shadow gradually became clear, lion head, deer body, tiger eyes, dragon scales...

The leader of all monsters nearby, Mo Qilin, can command.

With the appearance of the leader, the huge monsters moved more quickly, and the whole earth made a rumbling sound, and the forest was completely invisible, covered by the dust brought up by the monsters.

Several leopard and mink monsters, which are good at speed, have already run out of the dense forest first.

The direction they were running was a city hundreds of miles away.

The huge bird monster on the tree had finished preening its feathers, shaking its slender body, its colorful tail half-opened, and sprinkled colors on the leaves.

"It's a wild unicorn with a thin bloodline. Shall I go meet?" The huge bird-like monster actually made a sound.

The crisp voice is not like human voice, and the words spoken are not quite like human language, but they are clear to the ears.

The old man smiled: "No need."

Following his words, he threw out a grain of something.

The thing reached the top of the forest in an instant, facing the direction of the black unicorn.

It is a bright red, golden bead upon closer inspection, and it has become the size of a fist at this time.

The beads swayed a bit in Mo Qilin's sight.

Down below, the entire forest ignited a monstrous fire, and the flames rose hundreds of feet, almost reaching Mo Qilin's feet.

The monsters below roared and howled in the flames. The bear that first showed its head kept slapping the surrounding flames with its huge paws.

There was a giant double-headed python with two big bloody mouths, which opened to both sides, sucking flames into its belly, and the flames around it with a radius of hundreds of feet dissipated.

But Mo Qilin understood that his plan had failed, and there were human great monks guarding here.

While the figure was floating, the ink color gradually faded, turning into a phantom, and had already left this land.

The old man on the giant tree wanted to speak, but shook his head again, this Qingluan is very lazy, let's spare that beast's life.

Qingluan turned around, looked up at him, if you said you don't need me to do it, then don't blame me.

Huge monsters of all kinds are still fighting against the raging fire in the dense forest. Some monsters of lower ranks can no longer hold the flames, and howl again and again.

The old man didn't know if he couldn't bear it, or because he thought the screams were too noisy.Stretch out your right hand, but the bead goes back into the sleeve and disappears.

And above the dense forest in the distance, a palm that covered the sky and the sun emerged, and then slapped it down.

As the ground shook for a while, the dense forest and monsters disappeared, leaving only dust and green smoke all over the sky, which has not yet settled down.

Suddenly, the old man's eyes flashed, and he sensed something.

Um?It's that flute... Those boys, there is no one who likes this way.

He smiled slightly, erasing the imprint on the things of his early years.

……

Beiyuan Peak, at the foot of the mountain, in the cave below the cliff.

The bamboo flute in Jiang Sheng's hand seemed to have been asleep for too long, and it just woke up, and the drop of blood fell into the bamboo body.

The dark yellow bamboo body changed visibly with the naked eye this time.

Jiang Sheng confirmed that he read it correctly this time, because the bamboo flute has completely changed its appearance.

The whole body becomes emerald green, as if it was still growing in the soil and the color when it was alive.

It's really a magic weapon!
Jiang Sheng circulated his true energy again, his eyes fixed on the sheet music on the wall, and his thin lips aimed at the blow hole on the left.

"Woo..." Sure enough, the voice was different.

Not only different, but completely unexpected.

Although he was playing against the score, the melody he played was definitely not the melody it should have, as if he was playing other melodies at all.

After blowing the two familiar lines, he was a little dazed, feeling like he had a hallucination.

He thought for a while and continued...

Half a day passed, and he could play the first four lines of the music.

It is indeed like hallucination. This way not only consumes true energy, but also consumes mental power.

He closed his eyes and played the first four lines, feeling that he was flying into the sky. Although he closed his eyes, he could clearly "see" in his mind that he was flying in the air, and the speed was not slow.

It was as if eyes had grown in his mind, and whatever he thought of, his eyes saw.

In other words, playing this piece of music will make you think of flying in the sky.

When he put down the bamboo flute on his lips, opened his eyes, and looked back to the cave, he was stunned.

A few birds stopped at the entrance of the cave, motionless, with their eyes closed.

He thought blankly for a while, and the birds opened their eyes.

When one of the magpies found a sparrowhawk next to him, he was so nervous that he could hardly fly.

Why on earth do you want to stay with natural enemies?
There was a "fluttering" sound, and the birds flew away, and some of them felt that they were flying so slowly for the first time.

This scene completely ignited Jiang Sheng's extremely boring life.At the end of the day, the surrounding birds were called and drank countless times by him.

When he closed his eyes, stumbled, and finished the whole song, in his mind, the self soaring in the sky looked back, and there were countless birds behind him.

He opened his eyes, and all the birds bowed their heads, as if they were paying homage to him.

"Flopping——" the birds all flew away.

This time it was not because their dreams had woken up, but because someone had come.

"You...how do you know this thing?"

Wang Qian snatched the bamboo flute from his hand and took a closer look.The bamboo flute gradually returned to dark yellow.

He looked up at Jiang Sheng, waiting for his answer.Could it be that he brought an art investor?

"Sovereign..." Jiang Sheng pointed to the cracks in the stone with one hand, and pointed at the music score on the wall with the other, gesturing and saying.

Wang Qian nodded, and handed it back to him: "This thing is for you, I can't play it."

This flute is indeed the one on the wall.

After Jiang Sheng thanked him, Wang Qian spoke again.

"Do you know that this thing belongs to the category of spiritual attack?"

(End of this chapter)