Black-bellied little crazy concubine: Xie Zun, come to the live broadcast!

Chapter 236

"Hahahahahaha, okay, I finally fixed it." The old man's exaggerated laughter sounded, startling Kazuki's little bird away, calling Luo Huoqin: "Little girl, come here quickly."

Luo Huoqin immediately put away the secret book in his hand and walked to the old man's side.

The old man smiled at her mysteriously, swept away all the wood chips on the ground with his feet, cleared a clean place, and took out the few musical instruments he had made, one by one, like a baby. Put it on the ground.

"Dangdangdangdang, look, all the instruments you want are ready, and you just run out of Phoenix wood."

The old man stroked the pipa with rough palms, and said with emotion: "The old man has been making musical instruments for so many years, and it is the first time that he has made a musical instrument that satisfies me, and he has made seven different musical instruments. He really has no regrets. "

"..." Luo Huoqin.

Is it a bit of an exaggeration to say that you can die without regret?

Luo Huoqin bent down and picked up Yueqin, which was closest to her, while saying: "Live well, it's unlucky to talk about dying."

The old man heard the concern in her words, and touched his chin happily: "Yes, yes, it's unlucky, and I won't talk about it in the future."

Luo Huoqin: "Yes."

That's more or less.

She doesn't like people who are alive and well, but always talk about death.

Little Lianzi squatted beside the two of them, blinking her eyes in confusion: "Miss sister, these are musical instruments? What can they be used for?"

While talking, Xiao Lianzi stretched out her hand curiously, wanting to get the flute that was closest to her.

"Don't move!" The old man hurriedly stopped her.

Little Lianzi blinked, said oh, and obediently put her hand back.

Luo Huoqin had to say that the old man's craftsmanship was really excellent, if she didn't have a phoenix, she would definitely ask the old man to help him make one.

As soon as Feng Weiqin heard what was in her heart, she felt very wronged: "Crying, Master, you want to abandon me..."

"..." Luo Huoqin resolutely ignored the arrogant and convulsive Fengweiqin, and carefully looked at the seven instruments in front of him.

Although the body of the Yueqin is dark red, it seems that you can vaguely see the phoenix flowers carved on it overflowing with light, as if it will bloom from the body of the qin at any time, and the strings are made of high-quality ice silk. Very thin, but actually stronger than other silk threads.

Looking at the others, the flute is engraved with wicker, the carved lines are as smooth as flowing clouds, and there is also a tassel made of the leftover scraps of poinciana wood.

It is generally said that the jade flute is jade flute, but this flute made of wood is no worse than the flute made of jade.

Pipa, Sheng, Xiao, Banhu, each has its own characteristics, which makes people fondle admiringly.

Star Alliance: Damn, I didn't realize that this old man's craftsmanship is so good.

This plot is a bit wrong: the host must be very happy to bring these musical instruments back.

Ancient expert: I think the workmanship of this musical instrument is one-on-one. If it is placed in the present, it can be regarded as a priceless treasure.

Putting away all the instruments, Luo Huoqin expressed his gratitude to the old man sincerely: "It's well done, it can even be compared to my Fengweiqin. Thank you, Grandpa Han."

The old man waved his hand: "No problem, just don't forget the old man's request."

"I'll never forget it." Luo Huoqin nodded seriously.

Since she promised him, she will definitely remember and finish it.

It's a matter of one's credit.

(End of this chapter)