"What's wrong? Isn't it because I can't blow?" Xu Yunchong frowned and asked immediately when he saw Xuanmu's expression.
Xuanmu shook his head, suppressing the vomiting feeling in his heart, and said in his heart: I have killed countless people before, and because of the killing sword, I have never smelled such a strong smell of blood. It’s time to smell it today.
He said in his heart, showing a look of intoxication, took a deep breath, and blew slowly. He only heard the whistling wind blowing by, but no sound of the xun.
"That's not how you play. You also need to pay attention to your skills when playing this." Xu Yunchong said while giving a demonstration to Xuanmu.
Seeing this, Xuanmu nodded as if he had some understanding. Then, he started to blow. The wind blew by, and the sound came out melodiously, as if he had returned to the Han Dynasty six hundred years ago. When he heard the sound, Xu Yunchong's expression changed.
He was overjoyed and said: "As expected of the person chosen by our ancestors, his qualifications are indeed extraordinary."
"The sect master has given me the award. I wonder what's so special about the 'Nine Songs of Long Song'?" After hearing Xu Yunchong's praise, Xuanmu couldn't help but become interested in the 'Nine Songs of Long Song' mentioned by the white-bearded old man.
asked curiously.
"That Nine Songs Long Song! The spiritual energy consumed is too huge, so I decided not to let you take risks easily." Xu Yunchong said coldly.
"Xuanmu thanks the master for his thoughtfulness." Xuanmu said, and bowed to Xu Yunchong.
"This 'Qisha Xun' is yours, come out with me." Xu Yunchong said, leading Xuanmu towards the stone room.
As Xu Yunchong turned left and right, he came to the garden where all the male disciples were just now. In the garden, the Miaoyin Sect disciples wearing dark yellow robes were all practicing their own songs with indifferent expressions.
"Master, didn't the ancestor ask you to give personal guidance?" Xuanmu couldn't help but ask when he saw Xu Yunchong leading him here.
"Yes! Ancestor said that he would give me personal guidance, but he did not say that he would teach you step by step, right?" Xu Yunchong, an old fox, knew the meaning of Xuanmu's words as soon as he finished speaking, and he immediately complained.
said.
Xuan Mu was so angry that he couldn't speak. He held the Qisha Xun in his hand and walked toward an open space in the garden with a disappointed expression.
He chose an open space and sat down cross-legged in Xuanmu. At this time, Xu Yunchong walked out of a room.
After a while, Xu Yunchong walked out of the room again, holding two jade slips in his hands. He handed the two jade slips to Xuanmu and said: "This one is "Introduction to Musical Notes" and the other is "Introduction to Musical Techniques"
.You should take a good look at it yourself. If you don’t understand anything, you can ask me.”
After he finished speaking, he walked towards the corridor, sat down cross-legged, and took out a xun. However, his xun looked obviously much stronger than the Qisha xun in Xuanmu's hand.
After Xuanmu took the jade slip, his spiritual consciousness penetrated into the jade slip and saw scenes that had been imprinted on the jade slip.
An extremely ethereal voice sounded in his ears, introducing the identification of notes and the like, and how to maximize the power of music. This is some information about the use of xun, flute, Xiao, etc.
Techniques for playing magical instruments.
Half an hour later, Xuanmu pulled out his spiritual consciousness from the jade slip, and his eyes seemed to have enlightenment. However, at this moment, the brilliance of the jade slip in his hand suddenly dimmed, and Xuanmu pulled out his spiritual consciousness in surprise.
Entering, we found it was empty.
"Holy shit, you can only use it once?" Xuanmu had already cursed in his heart, then picked up the Qisha Xun in his hand and started playing.
He didn't understand the music, so after practicing for a long time, he finally mastered every scale clearly.
Another day passed, and Xuanmu sat cross-legged in this garden all night. After the next day, he penetrated the jade slip with "Introduction to Qufa" engraved on it. This time he spent a whole day
Only then did he pull out his spiritual consciousness from the jade slip.
After what happened yesterday, he knew that these jade slips were disposable, and he would not dare to pull out his consciousness easily without memorizing the music by heart.
Night was approaching, and this was Xuanmu's second night in the Miaoyin Sect. All the male cultivators beside him went back to their rooms, while Xuanmu lay in the flowers with great interest and looked at the moon.
color.
"Ah...!" An exclamation came into Xuanmu's ears. His body moved slightly, his consciousness spread out, and he saw a woman with a graceful figure, looking in his direction with a frightened look.
.
Xuanmu didn't bother to look back and said calmly: "Have you seen a ghost? Could it be that you can also see ghosts in the second heaven? It's really a miracle...!"
"Who told you not to go back to your room so late at night? It's scary to be here." The woman came back to her senses from the loss of her beauty and said with a hint of coquettishness.
"I was admiring the moon. I didn't know it was obstructing my view. I'm really sorry!" Xuanmu said with self-mockery.
"Appreciating the moon? Aren't you going back to your room to practice?" The woman frowned and asked in confusion.
"Eh? Why do you care about this matter? When I came that day, I remember that you still regarded me as the enemy who killed your father." Xuanmu said calmly, still looking at the bright moon in the sky.
"Huh, what's so big about it?" The woman snorted coldly and walked lightly towards the end of the corridor.
"Do I look that much like your father-killing enemy?" Xuanmu said in a deliberately louder voice.
"Your father just died." The woman's figure has long gone away, and only a coquettish cry is still lingering nearby.
"My father?" Xuanmu murmured, looking at the moonlight with dim eyes. He thought of his grandfather again, and those people and things in the mortal world. When he thought of the scenes that happened in Chang'an, his heart felt like thousands of things.
It hurt like a knife.
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The next day, Xuanmu fell into trance early in the morning and opened his eyes. He looked at the male cultivators who were arriving one after another with his eyes indifferently. Over the past few days, he knew the names of these seventeen male cultivators.
Early in the morning, the senior brother said to Xuan Muxiao: "Junior brother is always the first one to arrive."
The senior brother's name is Shen Cong. During the conversation with Shen Cong, Xuanmu learned that Shen Cong used to be the Beast King of the Snake Clan. Looking at Shen Cong's smile, Xuanmu felt warm and said with a smile: "Where, junior brother, I am
I meditated here all last night."
"Uh? Junior brother, don't you know the rules of the sect? Master strictly forbids any disciples to meditate and breathe out the breath here." Shen Cong asked pretending to be surprised.
"Master told me that he specifically allowed me to practice here." Xuanmu was shocked when he heard this and immediately said with a smile.
"That way, senior brother, I'll be relieved. It seems that the master's treatment of you is extraordinary. I'll give it back to Qi Shaxun. We will have to rely more on the care of our junior brother in the future." Although Shen Cong's words, although
He said it with a smile, but its intention was to make Xuanmu feel a chill in his heart.