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One fox and one crane happily called out twice, and then the two purple bamboos on the street seemed to be a little off again. Hu Yun circled around the two purple bamboos, and the little paper crane swung on the higher one. Then look up to the sky together.

At this time, Hu Yun and Xiao Zhihe both understood what was wrong with that feeling. The two purple bamboos seemed to be more crystal clear, but they actually reflected some of the starlight, but it was too faint. , And at this moment, if a fox and a crane are carefully distinguished, you can find the specialness of Zizhu. Within a dozen breaths of replanting, a layer of faint silver light has gradually appeared.

"Little Zhihe, this should be the means Mr. left behind, right?"

The little paper crane swayed on the top of Zizhu, and he didn't know if he nodded. He quickly flew away from Zizhu and landed on Hu Yun's head.

"Let's go, I'll see them later when I'm free."

With that said, Hu Yun jumped out of the purple bamboo forest with a small paper crane on his back, and ran towards Ning'an County along the rugged mountain road.

In fact, the idea of ​​​​Jing Yuanyoumeng is in the purple bamboo forest at the moment, standing in front of two purple bamboos, one long and one short. The broken belt passed by, and the short one was one section shorter because it was missing a section. Not to mention, there was obviously a ring of knots on the near-ground side, but it was also full of vitality.

Sure enough, Hu Yun is not a big monster in terms of Taoism, but after looking at it this way, his spiritual sense is indeed extraordinary.

In the small pavilion of Ju'an, Ji Yuan slowly opened her eyes, while Zao Niang put the "Feng Qiuhuang" in her hand on the table. She knew that the book was not finished yet, so she couldn't keep reading it all the time. She also felt that she had no musical talent.

"Sir, will you spread this "Feng Qiuhuang" in the future?"

Ji Yuan played with the Zizhu Dongxiao in his hand, and looked at "Feng Qiuhuang" from the corner of his eye and thought.

"Since it's written, it's not just for self-entertainment, and Daoist Dan Ye must also hope that this song "Feng Qiuhuang" can be circulated. It's a pity that only a few people know about it. The song "Feng Qiuhuang" is by no means easy, let's look at the fate, um, you can try it too, Zao Niang."

"I?"

Zao Niang was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly embarrassedly.

"Sir is joking, Zao Niang only knows how to listen to the beauty of Mr. Xiao's sound, but she has no such ability. After listening to Feng Qiuhuang, she can't do it even if she wants to hum a song softly..."

"Have you tried?"

Ji Yuan just asked casually, and Zao Niang, who was always very calm, blushed, and then Lingfeng in the courtyard took her long hair to cover it, and at the same time gave a soft "um", and then immediately asked.

"Sir, who is Daoist Dan Ye in your mouth?"

Ji Yuan turned the flute above his knuckles and replied.

"Fellow Daoist Dan Ye, it is the phoenix recorded in this "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix", and the song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" only exists because of the melody of the phoenix. There is also affection in it, so I hummed softly without using a musical instrument. Not to mention how difficult it is, it is also a bit shameful, and it is normal to not be able to hum."

"Well... what Mr. said is..."

Zao Niang exhaled slightly and tried her best to be more natural, but although there was no change on the surface, she still felt that she was burning so badly that she was almost as red as jujube.

Ji Yuan frowned slightly, turned to look at Zao Niang, Lingfeng was a little chaotic, without musical talent, wouldn't it be such a big blow?

"King Le is to listen and practice more, so don't be discouraged!"

Ji Yuan smiled and reassured, but Zao Niang just nodded.

"Squeak~~"

The door of the small pavilion opened, Hu Yun and Xiao Zhihe came back, and before the fox entered the door, the voice came in.

"Mr. Ji, I have already taken those two bamboos back to ensure that they are alive and well!"

And the little paper crane has already landed on Ji Yuan's shoulder.

"You've done a good job. I haven't seen you for so many years. You are a fox who has made progress. You can show off in front of Lu Shanjun with your hands that you just chopped and planted bamboo."

Ji Yuan complimented Hu Yun like this, which is considered to be a relatively heavy compliment, and it also made Hu Yun elated, and he approached the stone table and said with a smile.

"Sir, can I stay in Ju'an Pavilion tonight, I've run back and forth a few times, and I don't want to run anymore..."

"It's up to you, you can sleep in the guest room if you want to live in the house, or you can sleep outside the house if you want, ho... It's getting late, and I'm going to bed too."

With that, Ji Yuan stood up with a yawn, grabbed the Zizhuxiao and walked to his bedroom, leaving Zaoniang and others alone in the courtyard, and the book "Feng Qiuhuang" was also left in the courtyard. on the table.

As soon as Ji Yuan left, it didn't take long for the courtyard to become lively. Zao Niang sat on the tree with the book, and the small characters in "Jian Yi Tie" rushed out of it one after another and started to make a fuss. Little Zhihe didn't need to Said that Hu Yun is like a good guest, not only watching the play, but also participating in it sometimes, while Jin Jia silently walked to the door of Ji Yuan's bedroom, standing with his back to the door, like a lively door god.

In the next few days, Sun Yaya collected some books on rhythm in her own way, and ran to Ju'an Pavilion every day to study rhythm with Ji Yuan.

Fortunately, the purpose of the fate is not to become a master of music in a short period of time, but to record Feng Qiuhuang in the form of music scores relatively accurately and completely, otherwise Sun Yaya really does not care. At the end of the day, during the whole process, she wondered several times whether she was teaching Mr. Ji or whether Mr. Ji was teaching her in a special way.

Five days later, on a sunny noon, the bright sunlight penetrated the gaps in the jujube branches and leaves, and irradiated mottledly into the courtyard of Ju'an Xiaoge. A group of people, including Zao Niang, sat on stone tables. In front of them, some were surrounded by a little distance, and some were suspended in the air, all of them quietly watching Ji Yuan's writing.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone have already been prepared, the wolf in the hand is firmly in the grip, and the strokes are drawn with spirit. This spirit is the spirit, the spirit, and the rhythm. The strokes are high and low, sometimes a word, and sometimes the high and low levels represent the ups and downs of the tones. line.

Before writing the pen, Ji Yuan had no worries. After starting to write, it was like flowing water. If the ink on the tip of the pen is not exhausted, the hand will not stop. Often, when one page is completed, it is necessary to pick up the pen and touch the ink.

The glorious task of grinding ink for the sake of fate is on Zao Niang. Every time more than half of the ink in the old inkstone table is consumed, Zao Niang will condense the dew with her fingers, and then grind the golden fragrant ink. There is a faint scent of ink floating in the Ju'an Pavilion.

When Ji Yuan's last stroke landed on the page of "Feng Qiuhuang", Sun Yaya, who had been nervous all the time, let out a long sigh of relief, as if she, a bystander, was struggling more than Ji Yuan.

Ji Yuan then put away the pen and blew lightly on the whole book, the wet ink quickly dried up, and nodded to Zao Niang.

"Okay, you don't need to grind the ink. Now "Feng Qiuhuang" is really completed."

Holding "Feng Qiuhuang" and flipping it, Ji Yuan's face was filled with a clear smile.

It's one thing to listen to Fengming, it's one thing to simulate the sound of the flute, and it's another thing to convert it into a musical score. Ji Yuan is also a composition, and he has a thick skin to say that his achievements can't be considered too low. After all, "Feng Qiuhuang" is no ordinary song.

Only then did Zao Niang's hands move away from the old inkstone platform, and a group of small characters had already surrounded the inkstone platform.

"Master, there is still some ink left." "Yes, master, it will be a waste of gold to dry the ink."

"Yes, yes." "Master, the inkstone platform also needs to be cleaned up!"

"That's right!"

Ji Yuan laughed when she saw it, Zao Niang and Sun Yaya also covered their mouths with their sleeves and their eyes were like the moon, while Hu Yun, who was on the side, stared blankly at Yantai, wanting to talk but didn't say anything.

"Yes, that makes sense. Then you guys help the eldest man to clean up."

"Get the decree!"

A group of small characters got up and drank lightly, and then instantly turned into a black wind and entangled the inkstone. From time to time, words such as "one word for one bite", "keep one bite", "don't eat more, no one is allowed to eat more..." .

At this moment, Ji Yuan also looked up at the sky, walked towards the gate of the small pavilion, opened the door and went out, just as a sword light hovering in the sky fell and flew into his hands.

'Flying Sword Biography? ’

In his hand was a wooden sword engraved with spiritual patterns. It turned out that it had only found Ning'an County, but it could not find the exact location of the Ju'an Pavilion. It was not until Ji Yuan opened the door to reveal a breath that it came straight to him. With the sword, there is a divine sense transmitted to Jiyuan.

The content of what Mu Jian passed on was very simple. It was the "old fan brother" of Ji Yuan who asked Ji Yuan in a tactful but expectant manner, so that it was not convenient for him to visit him again.

When Ji Yuanyu was collecting the flying sword outside the door, the small characters in the courtyard lifted up the inkstone platform, looking at the apparently orderly, but seemingly scrambling appearance, Sun Yaya, who saw this scene for the first time, said with a smile.

"Are they so messy every time?"

Zao Niang shook her head, reached out and stroked Hu Yun's fiery red and soft fox fur.

"The remaining half of the inkstone in Taichung is no trivial matter~www.NovelMTL.com~ is the rest of Mr.'s ink and calligraphy. The Taoism is profound, and the small words and inks are vivid, so I am so excited."

"Yeah, I've seen it long ago, I wanted it too, but they needed it more than me, and it was more suitable to ask for it, so they didn't say anything. Otherwise, based on the relationship between me and my husband, my husband would definitely give it to me!"

Hu Yun enjoyed Zao Niang's stroking, and said this with a slightly unconvinced mouth.

On the other side, the little Zhihe stood on top of the golden armor and shook his head slightly, while the golden armor underneath was motionless, but out of the corner of his eye he looked at the old inkstone platform that was entangled in the small characters and flew in the air.

"Those who get the benefit are the pen and inkstone as the most important thing, but only the spirit arises but the wisdom does not arise..."

Jin Jia's hoarse voice sounded, and the courtyard of Ju'an's small pavilion became quiet in an instant, and even the small characters turned their attention to look at him. Although he knew that Jin Jia was not dumb, he suddenly spoke, which still scared everyone. Jump.

However, what Jin Jia said was not surprising to everyone, because Ji Yuan had said something similar before.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Jin Jia remained expressionless and stood still. After waiting for a few breaths, when everyone's emotions recovered, Jin Jia, who had been silent for a long time in the courtyard, was still expressionless, but suddenly opened his mouth to explain. one sentence.

"It's not what I said, it's what Your Honor said..."

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