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Gillen squatted and scratched his head: "I have said nothing...we are on the grassland, don't lie!"

Ye Fan always felt that this guy was a bit suspicious, but he denied it twice and there was no way.

In any case, Gillen finally has no need to squat in the cell.

In the next few days, Gillen, like many monks, went hunting, just to give some good food to the dumplings, in exchange for the good feeling of the dumplings.

Tang Yuan did not feel that he was being served by a group of monks. There was not much left. He stayed in the temple of the patron saint and accepted the care of the elders and other monks.

All in all, the most dazzling thing in the tribe is the dumplings. Instead, Ye Fan and the two maids seem to be non-existent.

Ye Fan does not matter, just calm down, and try hard to think about countermeasures every day to see how you can plasticize.

However, it is easy to talk about liquid Jindan plastic spirit. Ye Fan can't get useful information from any books he has read, even those who can communicate.

Because of the outside world, liquid golden dan is an unimaginable existence.

The normal Jindan is very stable after it is formed. Just like a piece of soil, as long as the fertilization is enough, plant the seedlings and wait for the tree to grow up.

The liquid is not the case. Its appearance is that Ye Fan is derived from the "water indefinite shape" and will never be stable.

Ye Fan, now, seems to be planting trees in flowing water, but also growing trees...

Not to mention the ability to breed saplings, even if it is planted, the saplings are quickly rushed to the east, and they are gone!

It can be said that according to the conventional plastic spirit, it seems that liquid gold Dan is impossible to plasticize.

Ye Fan thought about it, no clue...

In the past few days, Ye Fan felt that his **** was more and more unstable, but he did not make progress, and his face became more difficult to look.

Xiaojin, Qinghe and Campanulaceae saw the situation of the master, but they were powerless and could only be anxious.

As night fell, the lights illuminate the tribe.

Ye Fan is practicing from cross-legged, but he hears the sound of knocking on the window.

"Ye Fan! Ye Fan! Why are you still practicing!?" Gillen shouted.

"Is there something?" Ye Fan reluctantly spirited.

Gillen probed into the room and grinned: "You haven't come out these days, you have been practicing so much, you will practice silly!"

Tonight, the **** are just a bonfire party, let’s go out and join in the fun! You can change your mood! ”

Ye Fan wanted to refuse, he was dying, what fun?

But sitting here, it seems that there is no thought, in the spirit of relieving the mood of depression, Ye Fan still got up and went out.

"Hey! This is right! What do you mean by practicing!" Gillen said.

Ye Fan shook his head helplessly. Gillen didn't know how serious his situation was, or he couldn't tell the truth.

All the way to the open space of the tribe, I saw a huge flame, has been set up by the monks.

A few large leaves paved a piece of land with a lot of fish on it, and the dumplings were smashed in a pile of food, and they kept eating.

Xiaojin actually stayed next to him. At this point, it seems that the dumplings are like big brothers, and the fart is followed by eating and drinking.

Ye Fan smiled at this ruthless snake. The other day, he said that the dumplings were bragging, but now they went to the dumplings themselves.

The monks were surrounded, talking and laughing. When they saw Ye Fan and Ji Lun, they did not refuse, but gave up a place to sit.

A kind-hearted deaf girl gave the two people some food and drink.

After Ye Fan thanked him, he chatted with Gillen about these days and his mood was relaxed.

After a while, I saw the elders standing up and said, Zhangkouli said a bunch of words that he could not understand.

Soon, the monks screamed and cheered, and the bonfire party became very enthusiastic!

It didn't take long for Ye Fan to know what it meant.

I saw a sultry man and woman, stood up eagerly, and used their natural good voice to start singing at the party?

In fact, Ye Fan actually hears the monks singing every night. These songs can always comfort his god. This is also the reason why the deterioration of the Yuanshen can be slowed down in a few days.

A man sang the song of melodious music first, and did not see what he used to cultivate. When the song spread, even let the huge bonfire appear to have a special frequency of beating?

The flame seems to be alive, constantly twisting, picking up, falling, as if dancing with the song?

Another female monk, her singing is more crisp, this time, the flames are more lively.

The third singer was a little girl, sweet and crisp, although it didn't make the flames beat, but it was a sea breeze. The wind was blowing with the song.

Ye Fan looked at some novelties and asked Ji Lun: "They sing and sing, how can they make the fire and the wind change?"

Gillen is eating a bite of food, vaguely saying: "I don't know, may it be a talent for the monks? Is it similar to the Master of the Odin Empire? Can you sing a few spells to mobilize various natural elements?"

Ye Fan blinked and was thinking about something, but he saw a fat, deaf woman standing up.

This woman seems to be very popular in the tribe, and many people cheer for her.

The sultry fat woman sings a voice and has a strong penetrating power, which is like a grand concert!

The flame is blazing! The sea breeze roars!

What makes Ye Fan more shocking is the sea water beyond 100 meters, and it is also hitting and splashing!

A stream of water, as if accompanied by singing, where the dance!

Ye Fan is amazed, these monks are indeed true, just singing, not magic, nor a real meta-method, purely singing!

But why... can they use songs to cause natural changes?

It’s not a particularly strong sound wave. These natural things seem to be “actively coordinated” rather than being forced to move...

Ye Fan has some thoughts in his mind, but he can't understand it at once.

He quickly came to the elders, humbly and anxiously asked: "The elders, can tell me, why do you sing and sing, will cause these natural changes? Isn't this a spell?"

The elders are happily listening to the people singing, listening to Ye Fan's problems, some inexplicable, said: "Sound, this is part of nature.

Water can extinguish fires, fires can burn wood, and sound can naturally change many things in nature and produce various changes.

We are a monk who is good at using temperament and communicating with nature with temperament. What is strange? ”

Ye Fan feels like a smashing top! A crazy idea that I had never had before appeared in his mind!

Restoring his excitement, Ye Fan sat back in his position and took out the paper and pen from the space ring.

While listening to the song, Ye Fan wrote and painted on paper, all of which were some staff and notes.

"Ye Fan, what are you writing?" Gillen asked curiously.

"I want to write these songs down," Ye Fan said seriously.

"These symbols are recorded songs? Are you still a phonology scholar?" Gillen felt amazing.

Ye Fan shook his head: "No... just basic temperament knowledge."

"What do you write down?" Gillen asked.

Ye Fan took a deep breath and said: "I want to learn to sing."

Gillen’s expression was strange and silent for a long time. He reached out and patted Ye Fan’s shoulder. “With my years of listening to people singing in the grassland, your voice is not good...

However, having an ideal is a good thing. When you learn, I must be your audience, no matter how hard it is..."

Ye Fan is too lazy to explain anything with this goods, continue to seriously write the scores quickly...