Chapter 519 The Unsocial Panda Riot

Author: Bird Yiming

Chapter 519 The Unsocial Panda Riot

The three of them then flew towards the pavilion where Luoshe was not sitting. Lu Ziqing made a large somersault cloud so that Lu Zishu and Hu Yang could sit on it together.

Huyang asked resentfully: "When can I learn this?"

"It's coming, it's coming!" Lu Ziqing sweated furiously. In fact, it needs to be simple or easy, but the problem with Princess Huyang is that her control over the clouds is very poor, and there is more than one stage missing in the middle.

They had already penetrated nearly a hundred miles into the Bamboo Sea, and it took a while for the somersault cloud to fly back. Huyang lay on it, as if lying on a comfortable big bed, rolling back and forth while muttering: "

This is so good, this is so comfortable..."

"Princess," Lu Ziqing was so confused by her mumbling that he could only say, "Actually, the most suitable thing for you is not to learn somersault clouds by yourself, but to ride on someone else's somersault clouds. In fact, what the princess needs is just a driver.

Oh, the driver is someone who can fly and can fly with the princess."

Princess Huyang thought about it and said, yes, that's right. How can I be as comfortable as lying down by myself if I have to fly hard?

Lu Ziqing's ears were finally clear, and he was about to fly there. The three of them suddenly found that there seemed to be a bit of chaos in front of the pavilion of Buluoshe. The pandas seemed to be... rioting? There was chaos everywhere, and the members of Buluoshe were all in chaos.

I was at a loss. I saw the pandas messing around and not accompanying the dancing girls.

Xi Mengxue was very embarrassed at this time, hugging the legs of the Mountain God Sect panda, and begging bitterly: "Don't leave, okay?"

"The mountains... are calling..." The three-foot-tall Mountain God Panda said to himself, walked towards the waterfall, and jumped down.

Xi Mengxue hurriedly jumped off the panda and almost took it away with her. However, the huge figure of the Mountain God Sect panda had disappeared into the mountain stream.

"Don't leave, all of you!" Xi Mengxue begged everywhere, "Now is the time when we are in need of people...we are in need of bears! Everyone can achieve righteousness with me!"

"Let us out!" A large group of pandas surrounded Xi Mengxue, lifted him above his head, and walked to the top of the waterfall, "Undo our transformation! Otherwise, we will throw you down!"

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"How about waiting a few more days?" Xi Mengxue shouted, "On March 3rd, when the Millennium Celebration comes, you will automatically transform back into human form! I swear to God, I swear in the name of the Antarctic Immortal and the Shenwu Emperor.

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"When you swear, can you please use your master's deity?" The pandas roared, "Stop talking nonsense to him and throw him away! Maybe we can regain our human bodies."

"I swear in the name of Ancestor Hongmeng and the Emperor Xihuang of the Eastern Heaven!" Xi Mengxue wailed, "On March 3rd, as long as the Millennium Celebration can be held successfully, you will all return to human form under the light of the Nine Heavenly Lords.

! If you go out now, you will only disturb the world and bring shame to the master!"

The pandas decided to trust Xi Mengxue and let him go.

The commotion subsided. Except for the Shanshenzong panda who had jumped down the waterfall, the other pandas continued to work, but they all had some emotions in their laziness.

Lu Ziqing and the others came to Xi Mengxue, who was lying on the ground unable to get up.

"What a good thing you did!" Xi Mengxue lay on the ground and looked at Lu Zishu, wanting to cry but not having any tears.

The three of them were speechless. Do you blame us? God knows what's going on with you pandas. Could it be that you have different ideas about playing music, so you just keep turning people into pandas? And you've also blocked people's minds?

Xi Mengxue calmed down and coughed lightly: "Now is not the time to relax." Lu Zishu completed the task and stayed, and so did the princess. Both of them could go and have a rest. Then Xi Mengxue said to Lu Ziqing: "You

You can get out of here. There are still two days left. Before dawn the day after tomorrow, you must finish the drum. The sound must be able to vibrate for nine days, and it must be mellow and not noisy."

Lu Ziqing said helplessly: "Master, could you please give me some detailed suggestions? I really don't have a clue as to what kind of drum I want. We are short on time and have heavy tasks. In order to avoid mistakes, could you please explain a few more words."

Xi Mengxue said weakly: "Okay." She really couldn't afford to waste time. Xi Mengxue took out a huge drum from her belly, with a pattern of Kui Niu painted on it. It was more than one foot tall, and the drumstick alone was

As thick as a mace.

Lu Ziqing's eyes lit up. Isn't this enough? The sound of this drum must be shocking.

Xi Mengxue said, "Get ready to play the drum." Then she said to Lu Zishu, "Play your flute."

Seeing Lu Zishu take out this green bamboo flute, Xi Mengxue felt heartbroken.

"Master, why are you crying?" Lu Zishu asked.

"Did I cry? I didn't." Xi Mengxue said while wiping away her tears, "It's just that the billions of bamboo rhymes that have been nurtured for five hundred years have turned into the flute in your hand. I won't get it because of my illness."

I'm crying because I don't have it. Oh, I just have dark circles under my eyes, you can't see me crying."

Lu Zishu then played the music, and many people came around with a roar, and people could hear it for hundreds of miles away.

"It sounds really good." Someone kept praising in a low voice. The sound of words will be harmoniously blended into the flute sound, and it will not affect the state of mind at all. The flute sound is so comfortable!

On Zhu Huan's arm sat the little barbarian girl Ao Chu Mianluo. The two of them poked their heads at the door of the hall. There were so many people in the hall that they couldn't go in. Zhu Huan praised: "It is indeed Miss Lu's flute, a song

Entering the soul."

Ochu Mianluo exclaimed in admiration: "Wow, this song will definitely be selected!"

The surroundings were completely silent, and the original sounds were merged with the flute sound. Many people who came to apply for the show had a look of shame on their faces. The flute sound was too powerful, and they felt that they were not worthy to perform on the same stage with such an excellent piece of music.

Xi Mengxue said to Lu Ziqing: "You beat the drum."

Lu Ziqing naturally knew where to insert the drum sound. He beat the drumsticks hard, but there was no sound? Damn it, such a big drum, I used so much strength, but there was no sound? It’s not like there was no sound at all, the sound was very small.

, just like talking softly to someone in a movie theater.

Lu Ziqing said: "This drum is broken."

Xi Mengxue shook her head, and Lu Ziqing suddenly realized the problem in horror. After Lu Zishu got this Sansheng Bamboo Flute, ordinary drums were not qualified to make sound. The sound of the Sansheng Bamboo Flute could be transmitted hundreds of miles away.

outside, near and far

Everyone hears it. It is not loud and harsh even close by, but still leisurely and loud a hundred miles away. How terrifying is the propagation and suppression of the sound! This melodious and sweet flute sound can completely cover up the sound of the war drum, crushing it to the point where it is almost loud.

No sound!

Lu Ziqing said: "I understand."

Xi Mengxue said: "If you know it, go ahead. No matter where you go to find it, the drum you find must be a spiritual treasure that can rival this flute to be of great use."
Chapter completed!