Chapter 114 Cut bamboo for flute, burn soil for xun
The sky was brightening, and the water vapor on the lake was steaming. The calls of unknown birds sounded. At first it was just one or two, but gradually they began to call for friends, and the calls became denser and noisy.
Yang Zhaoxi leaned against the bluestone by the lake and had a dream all night, until the sound of birds woke him up.
Recalling the fantasy in the dream, I can't help but feel a little confused and confused. In the dream, Guan Lin'er was still cute and charming, calling him "Brother Xi" with a sweet voice.
There was actually Liu Xiaomu's shadow in the dream, sometimes far and sometimes near. One moment she was a girl, another moment she became a girl, and finally she turned into a monster over ten feet tall. Between her narrow eyes, there was a charming look, but it was not terrifying.
terror……
He stood up, stretched his waist, and looked around unconsciously, vaguely feeling that something was missing. The dream had not faded in his mind, and he suddenly realized: Liu Xiaomu was missing!
My heart was blocked for a moment, and then I felt a little disappointed. Speaking of it, I had only met twice and not been together for more than three days with this enchantress Liu Xiaomu, so we couldn't have a deep friendship.
However, thinking back carefully, it seems that every moment we spent together was full of ups and downs, including joy, anger, surprises, and embarrassment. Even every frown, every smile, and every move left a deep impression on me.
Could it be that this is the rumored enchantment technique? I have already begun to fall into it? But it seems that this enchantress has no too heinous intentions...
Several packages were there, and several squares of bluestone remained intact, but Liu Xiaomu left without saying a word. Did he leave in case of emergency? Where did he go? Are there any difficulties that he cannot talk about? Or did something unexpected happen to him?
Why did I sleep peacefully until I woke up naturally?
There is no solution to these problems. Yang Chaoxi's mood, which had just been high, gradually sank to the bottom again.
After returning from the farm vacation, it was only a few days ago that I experienced the most uncomfortable and embarrassing thing... I ran out like a wounded lone wolf and wanted to lick my wounds, but was stabbed several times by the demon Liu Xiaomu.
.Now that I have just made a Taoist friend and then separated again, I suddenly feel that the experience of just one day is like another dream.
Now that the dream has fully awakened, the existence of the demon Liu Xiaomu has become uncertain.
However, the newly changed clothes and the scent of venison wrapped in a long-sleeved shirt reminded him all the time: the enchantress Liu Xiaomu has been here and she has left.
The sadness of parting always hurts the mind. Yang Zhaoxi was immersed in such emotions, and the thin spring grass, scorching mountain flowers, chirping birds, and sparkling water... all turned gray.
Practicing Qi, martial arts and weapons, things that I have always liked, have no interest at all at this moment. Some warm liquid quietly filled my eyes, and finally overflowed. There was nothing but sadness in my heart.
A jade hand held the Lopa and slowly brought it to him, making Yang Chaoxi suddenly startled. He raised his head, and a warm spring-like smile bloomed close at hand: "Wipe it! Men don't shed tears easily, it's just
There’s been a lot lately.”
Yang Chaoxi burst into tears and smiled: "Aunt Xiaomu, I thought you were gone... I thought that besides my mother, another person who is so heartwarming has left."
Liu Xiaomu frowned slightly, but her smile did not disappear. A violent shock hit him on the head: "Why are you talking to aunt! It's not a separation between life and death... Bah! You are cursing me to die young. It seems that I won't beat you."
After a meal, my skin became itchy again..."
Yang Zhaoxi did not dodge this time. She gave her a violent blow, but smiled and said: "Aunt, do you still have the bamboo basket you used yesterday? I want to borrow it and play yesterday's "Song of the Sea".
If you worry about it for a long time, you will forget it.”
Liu Xiaomu curled her thin lips and replied simply: "I won't borrow it!"
Yang Zhaoxi was a little stunned: "Why... why?"
"What I touched, you touch again. Do I still need to use it?"
"You have mysophobia? Why didn't you notice it before? I even carried you home that year..."
"So I burned those clothes when I got back."
"..."
"Eh? Why don't you say anything? I said I wouldn't lend it, but I didn't say I wouldn't give it to you. My aunt is happy today, so she will give it to you. You can play whatever music you want!"
"Yeah! Thank you, aunt... I just don't understand, where did you go so early in the morning?"
"I...I found a peak nearby to inhale the purple energy from the east. It is quite beneficial to nourish the innate essence..."
Yang Chaoxi nodded, took the bamboo basket, and began to boast.
Liu Xiaomu also breathed a sigh of relief. Recalling the breath of the Red Fox Guards that drifted down the wind from a hundred miles away before dawn, he still felt lingering fear:
As the chief elder of the Fox Clan, my mother, Ajin, is really full of tricks. She thought that the Red Fox Guards under her were just errand boys for the Liu family, but she didn’t know that among them there were masters who far surpassed the Green Fox Guards! It seems that the Fox Clan has not been around for thousands of years.
A considerable part of the foundation of her decline should be in the hands of her mother. No wonder her father always obeyed her words and almost never disobeyed her...
Liu Xiaomu thought wildly for a while, and then her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of music. After the little Taoist priest Yang Zhaoxi played "Song of the Sea" several times, the music wind suddenly changed, and he played "Wind into the Pine", "Plum Blossoms Fall" and "Plum Blossoms Fall" one after another.
"Breaking Willows" and other ancient songs.
Judging from the fingering alone, he must have never read the music scores of these ancient songs. He probably tried out the tunes one by one based on his memory and musical sense. He also had a good grasp of pauses and pacing.
Some talent.
"There is indeed something extraordinary about the human race's 'Chosen Son'!" Liu Xiaomu couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Even a demon cultivator like himself, who has been proficient in music for many years, has developed a love for talents. Recalling the last time he sighed like this, it was a few years ago.
That was ten years ago.
Yang Zhaoxi finished playing the ancient music, and his stomach was like a drum. Liu Xiaomu smiled brightly and said: "The music is good! But it can't be eaten. It's not too late to eat up the venison last night before playing with these things."
Yang Zhaoxi nodded in agreement, picked up the package of venison, and opened it on the bluestone. A richer aroma hit his face, making people move their index fingers!
The two looked at each other, then opened their bows from left to right, used both palms together, and ate without caring about each other. Whenever they picked the same piece of venison, they would inevitably attack each other with their oily hands, leaving Yang Chaoxi's head and face covered in oily stains.
There was a little bit of oily light shining in the sun.
After half a stick of incense, the big bag of venison was gone! Even the chewed deer bones were thrown into the lake by the two of them, truly and cleanly.
Liu Xiaomu picked up a handful of water from the lake, washed the oil on his mouth and hands, and then smiled and said: "You can tell that a lot of effort was put into the few ancient songs just now, right? It's just the selection of instruments.
It’s not very suitable. It’s like you want to use a sword technique, but you only have Mo Dao in your hand. Naturally, you can’t use the sword to fully express your sword intention.”
Yang Zhaoxi heard what she said was reasonable, and couldn't help but ask: "I have been wandering in the mountains and fields for many days, and I don't know when I can get out of the mountains. Where can I get suitable musical instruments?"
Liu Xiaomu smiled proudly: "So what if it's in the mountains? We can use local materials to make a few suitable musical instruments. You may wish to try again when the time comes, and you will be able to appreciate the wonderful meaning of these ancient songs and taste them."
Yang Zhaoxi's eyes lit up: "So, what instruments should be used for these songs?"
Liu Xiaomu cleared her throat and said in a rare serious tone: ""Song on the Top" and "Plum Blossoms Fall" both have desolate and distant meanings, which can be repeated a thousand times, so it is most suitable to use the flute and flute; "Folding Willows" expresses feelings and expresses the meaning, like weeping and complaining,
The melody is low and lingering, hard to separate, so it is most suitable for Tao Xun; "Wind into the Pine" has a melodious and forgetful melody, indifferent and distant, so it is most suitable for Qin and Zheng.
Today we will proceed from the simple to the difficult, cutting bamboos into flutes, burning earth to make xuns, first making bamboo flutes and pottery xuns, and performing the first three ancient songs!"
Having said this, Liu Xiaomu paused and added an explanation: "As for the zither, although it can be made, it is labor-intensive and time-consuming, and it is quite troublesome to adjust the string posts. I can do it slowly when I have time the other day.
Come."
Seeing that she was confident in her words, Yang Zhaoxi became more hopeful: "Auntie, tell me what to do? I can start by doing some hard work of cutting bamboo and lighting fires for auntie."
Liu Xiaomu smiled and said: "The materials for making these two instruments are quite simple. You go around the lake and go ten miles to the southwest. There is a small purple bamboo forest. You pick up a few poles of dead bamboo, as thick as the 'Qianyuan Chongbao' big coin, and chop them.
Just come back. As for the clay needed for the pottery xun, it is available at the bottom of the lake, and I will dig some up."
After receiving the assigned task, Yang Zhaoxi found the broken sword from his baggage, walked toward the southwest, and quickly disappeared.
Liu Xiaomu watched him go away, and then took off his outerwear, pleated skirt, shoes and socks, brocade back, skirt, jacket and other clothes in order. He only wore an undershirt and undershirt, and jumped barefoot into the lake.
The bottom of the lake was still clear, and within two or three feet, everyone could see it. The winter fish looked dull, and when she got closer, they finally escaped away.
Liu Xiaomu dived straight down and approached the gradually darkening bottom of the lake. The silk gauze on her body was thin and soaked through by the lake water. Every inch of her skin was faintly visible, and her graceful figure was fully exposed. If Yang Chaoxi saw this scene, he would probably lose his life immediately.
Number of liters of nosebleed!
After reaching the bottom of the lake, Liu Xiaomu took out a stone shaped like an axe from behind his waist and pushed the fine sand at the bottom of the lake to all sides. When all the fine sand was removed, there were gravels, and when all the gravels were removed, there were even bigger stones.
…
It wasn't until the sand and stones were gone that the black-red mud layer at the bottom of the lake was revealed. At this time, Liu Xiaomu had already surfaced and had breathed five or six times.
After finding the mud layer, Liu Xiaomu found a waist-thick log, used his palm as a knife and his armor as a blade, and carved the log into a rough wooden basin. Carrying the wooden basin and a stone adze, he sneaked in
At the bottom of the lake, he dug out a few pieces of the lake bottom mud he had just unearthed, filled the wooden basin, and then slowly swam up. At this point, the clay needed to make the xun was finally ready.
Liu Xiaomu sat on the bluestone. After washing his hands and feet, he sat cross-legged and circulated the yin energy. Soon all the water stains on his head and body were evaporated. When he stood up, his ears moved slightly, as if
Sensing something, the corner of his mouth raised an inadvertent smile.
Then he picked up the pieces of clothing that he had just taken off, quickly put them on, and said with a slight smile on his lips: "Smelly Taoist priest, come out when you've seen enough!"
Yang Zhaoxi carried five or six poles of purple bamboo and appeared from behind a bush with a red face: "Aunt... I said... I saw it accidentally... do you believe it?"
Liu Xiaomu snorted coldly: "What's the difference between intentional and unintentional? Just look at it, and you look like a stupid scholar who dares to be but doesn't want to be... Bring the purple bamboo, and I will choose it. The clay in the wooden basin over there,
You add more water, stir until thick, then put it down and ignore it."
Yang Zhaoxi put down the purple bamboo and found the wooden basin. After scooping up the water with both hands and throwing it into the basin, he picked up the stone adze and stirred it vigorously.
Although he knew nothing about making xuns, as a child in the villa, he had done things like playing with mud countless times since he could remember. And every time he came back covered in mud, he would inevitably be beaten by his mother.
Suddenly...so to this day, the impression is still profound.
Yang Zhaoxi stirred the clay while recalling the bitterness and sweetness. The dark red clay lumps in the basin gradually turned into a thick mud. He put down the wooden basin, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and accidentally saw Liu Xiaomu making a flute.
The scene is breathtaking!
Liu Xiaomu got those few poles of purple bamboo, but he only chose one of them, one with even thickness and long spacing between bamboo nodes. He gathered energy in his hand and used his fingernail as a sharp edge to cut out the most suitable section. Then he used his little finger to
With gentle twisting, eight holes were made in the cut bamboo wood. This series of movements were smooth and flowing, obviously this was not the first time he made his own bamboo flute.
The flute body was ready, but Liu Xiaomu put it aside and folded a few reed sticks from the lake. She cut open the reed stick, took out the translucent inner membrane, tore off a piece, and glued it to the hole in the membrane.
The red lips lightly attached to the blow hole, slowly exhaled, and tried the seven tunes of "Gong, Shang, Jiao, Bian Zheng, Zheng, Yu, Bian Gong" one by one, and also corrected the slightly deviated sound hole. A purple bamboo flute
And you're done.
Liu Xiaomu handed the purple bamboo flute to Yang Chaoxi, but he was still not satisfied with it. He made another one in the same way, but the sound was much better than the first one.
After finishing these tasks, she walked over to the pot of red clay. The clay was already clear on top and bottom, so it was the best time to rub it. She skimmed off the upper layer of water and placed the entire pot of clay on a flat bluestone.
, pressed it with the stone adze just now. When the red clay could be gathered together, he cut off two heavy branches, chopped them into pestles with a broken sword, and pounded them hard against the clay.
After pounding for a long time, the clay was already docile. She rolled a large ball of clay into strips, broke it up and kneaded it, then used a pestle instead of a stick to roll out the clay balls one by one. Then she filled a wooden basin with water.
Wet your hands and knead the rolled-out clay ball into a Xun base. Use your little finger as a drill to punch six holes in the Xun base. After trying seven adjustments, make slight adjustments and put them aside.
Then he followed the instructions again. In a short time, seven or eight xun blanks were made and arranged on the bluestone, like clay eggs.
Yang Zhaoxi held the purple bamboo flute and played it for a while before remembering that she didn't know how to play it. She had to put it away angrily, went to find stones nearby, and built a small kiln. Liu Xiaomu put the xun blank in the kiln.
After arranging it, Yang Zhaoxi has found enough firewood and started to light a fire. As for the success or failure, we will know when this last step is completed.
When the fire in the kiln was not strong at first, Liu Xiaomu cut a bamboo tube and the two of them took turns blowing air into the kiln. The firewood piled in small piles on the side began to be consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye until all the firewood was burned out.
The two of them stopped.
At this time, the setting sun is on the side, and thousands of golden lights are jumping on the lake, rendering the spring twilight into a magnificent picture, making people feel open-minded.
After a busy day, the two of them were both tired and exhausted. When they sat down against the bluestone, they couldn't help but smile at each other. And this tacit understanding of helping each other began to emerge after a whole day of collaboration. And after the two of them,
In the cooperation time and time again, it continues to grow secretly.
The kiln fire gradually extinguished, and the temperature in the kiln gradually returned to the temperature of the mountain lakeside. Under Liu Xiaomu's guidance, Yang Zhaoxi carefully dismantled the kiln and took out the seven or eight black pottery xuns.
Liu Xiaomu fetched clean water from a wooden basin, placed the pottery xun in the water, and gently scrubbed it. Some pottery xuns were unevenly exposed to fire and soon cracked; some pottery xuns were not exposed to enough fire and deflated in the water.
It was broken into several pieces. In the end, there were only three pieces that were not broken.
Yang Zhaoxi placed the three washed pottery xuns gently on the bluestone. Liu Xiaomu took them one by one, tried the tune again, and fine-tuned the deviated sound holes again.
After another busy time of burning incense, one of the pottery xuns, whose pitch was too different to be adjusted, was smashed to the ground by Liu Xiaomu. This made Yang Zhaoxi extremely regretful.
The bright moon is clear in the distance, the watery moon is shining brightly up and down, and the night between the lakes and mountains is much brighter than before.
Yang Zhaoxi looked at the double flutes and double xuns on the bluestone, which were enveloped in a halo by the moonlight. A sense of satisfaction that he had never experienced before instantly filled his body.
Liu Xiaomu smiled knowingly and said nothing. Instead, he picked up a flute and a xun, and played the ancient songs such as "Song on the Top", "Plum Blossoms Fall" and "Breaking Willows" one after another under the bright and clear light:
The sound of the flute is loud and clear, the sound of the xun is low and whimpering, the leaves of the forest are dancing, the dragons are dancing, and the water on the lake is rippling... Yang Chaoxi is immersed in it, forgetting both things and me, and the sorrow, joy, elation, and loss of the past are all gradually lost in the sound of music.
Dissolved, leaving only the formless, earth-shaking compassion.
At the end of the song, no one can be seen, and there are many green peaks by the lake. Those gloomy and incomprehensible emotions are just like the sand in the palm. Since you can't grasp it, just let it go...