Yes. Is this thing really a little different?

At this moment, he couldn't help but hesitate a little bit about the cognition he had always believed in. The slightly frowning eyebrows, as well as the innocent expression, made the old man angrier for a while.

"Yes! Great! Then you show it to the old man!"

"yes"

No matter how much he says, it is better to convince himself directly with the facts. As for the hesitation and differences of the elderly, they can only temporarily bury them in their hearts.

I walked forward, the girl took two steps back and walked away.

Looking down, the flute floated quietly in the air. The time is approaching, allowing me to see more clearly.

At a glance, the body is green and natural, and I cannot see any impurities. Both ends of the flute are smooth, as if the eighteen holes were formed naturally, and no traces of man-made can be seen. Beneath the crystal clear appearance, the general coldness with tears is also accompanied by the warmth of life.

Hold it lightly, crossing your hands.

Hold still and lift slowly.

When the flute finally blew through my mouth, I took a deep breath, left a little memory, and started my own performance. For a while, the maiden and the old man seemed to be dominated by his movements, quieting together, only to hear light breathing.

Close your eyes and feel it.

Using your own movements, lightly press your fingers on a sound hole and carefully feel the vibrations from the flute's body. The sound came out gradually, melodious and melodious.

The only two listeners, their eyes widened when a syllable appeared, were visibly surprised.

The girl didn't expect him to do this. The old man didn't expect this thing to really make a sound! ?

Then again, is it that good?

Lights and soothing notes beat incessantly in this quiet space, as clear as sunlight in the woods, and the two listeners gradually closed their eyes. It was an extraordinary beauty that they had never heard of in their life.

The next second, the situation began to improve!

The soothing, slightly cheerful voice suddenly changed. As this change started, the speed of my fingers jumping suddenly changed as well.

Haste but not cluttered, deftly brushes through the sound hole, and the action is dazzling.

A series of movements brought about a series of syllables that constantly change, and the tone of the Phoenix Song Jiutian seemed to go straight to the sky! After a while, the blood of several people boiled, and qi and blood were surging.

Then, my hands suddenly stopped all movement. The sound stopped suddenly, and my eyes slowly opened.

In fact, it's not an official song, just a simple script. But the two listeners were clearly terrified.

Is this really an instrument? Only this seemingly ordinary song changed their mood. So, if there's a sad point, listeners aren't just suicidal?

It's just that they don't know that I'm in a world where I actually have this kind of music. Although not played on the flute.

To their surprise, I looked at the flute again. Suddenly, the phantom voice appeared again.

Hurry up; come on. Hurry up; come on!

Seems like a higher position? He looked up in the direction of his head, his eyes were fixed on the white ceiling, and there was no trace of dust.

Now, I just want to know what that is. Why does it always appear in my ears and in my mind. Why are you the only one listening. Why do you find the above stuff familiar?

"Children! Don't look at it. You two can't go up there for the time being. If you don't go up, even if you go up, you'll just die." The old man said softly, looking at his appearance, it was obvious that he had a feeling for this place. Indescribable understanding.