Chen Song and Yang Hao burst into tears every day for the next day.

The two of them practiced recognizing colors from the light every day under a strong light on the rough stone, and after a long time, their eyes were stimulated by the light and tears kept pouring out, and their eyes were hazy, full of soreness and swelling.

Fortunately, Liu Yiyan asked the two of them to identify the green hue first, if they wanted to distinguish the hue of all colors, it is estimated that both of them would have to cry.

The human retina is very sensitive to the sense of green, and after a week of exercise, the two of them have been able to initially recognize the green hue at different light intensities.

After dinner that day.

Chen Song, as always, went to the back mountain to cultivate.

It wasn't until the east began to turn white that Chen Song, who was sitting cross-legged on the bluestone, stopped practicing.

After the medicinal bath, the medicinal power remaining in the body has been completely absorbed and converted into vitality after a few days of cultivation, coupled with the life particles absorbed by cultivation in the past few days, the vitality in Chen Song's body has grown a lot, and the vitality in the sea of qi has changed from the original invisible to a thin line.

Watching a round of red sun rise in the distance, constantly dispelling the morning mist, gradually this endless mountain was dyed golden......

At this moment, Chen Song felt unusually quiet in his heart, and when he saw the bamboo leaf with dew still hanging next to him, he reached out and picked one piece, held both sides of the bamboo leaf in his hand, put it to his lips, and gently blew it.

The sound of blowing is obviously very ordinary, but it is sonorous and powerful.

The crisp sound echoed in the green mountain forest.

Chen Song seems to have returned to his free childhood.

Chen Song blew more and more vigorously, and finally blew up, directly let go of the hands holding the bamboo leaves, the bamboo leaves were sandwiched between the lips, like playing a bamboo flute, sending out a rapid and different air flow, blowing a beautiful melody.

Like flowing clouds, the crisp and melodious tune spreads in all directions, which is extremely beautiful!

It wasn't until Chen Song felt that he was too addicted that he reached out and took off the bamboo leaf from his lips.

"That's good!"

A sweet voice came from the side, startling Chen Song.

I was so fascinated just now that someone walked up to him and didn't notice it.

I don't even know when I got close!

Chen Song frowned and turned his head, and then said with some surprise: "It's you!"

"Yes!"

Aung San Duoyue, who was squatting on the side and holding his cheeks in his hands, stood up and said with a smile: "I didn't expect it, right?"

"I really didn't expect it!"

Chen Song looked at the gray-faced Aung San Duoyue and asked with a smile, "Why are you here?"

"I went to Ruobang to pick up the batch of goods, just passed by here, I wanted to go to see you, I heard the sound and was curious to come over to see who blew so well, but I didn't expect it to be you!"

Aung San Duoyue kicked the cloth burden at his feet and asked a little shyly, "Can you blow another part for me?"

"Yes!"

It is rare to have an audience, and Chen Song is also very happy.

After thinking about it, he reached out and plucked another bamboo leaf from the bamboo next to him.

Overlap the two bamboo leaves, hold both sides in your hands, put them on your lips, adjust your breath, secretly run your vitality, blow hard, and the two bamboo leaves blow at the same time.

Chirp~

A crisp birdsong came from between Chen Song's lips.

"It's like a thrush!"

Aung San Duo was stunned.

Chen Song smiled slightly and continued to blow the bamboo leaves.

Chirp~

Wow~

Tweeted~

......

One by one, the melodious birdsong came from between Chen Song's lips, like a hundred birds singing in unison.

Chen Song sometimes holds down the lower half of the bamboo leaf, blows the upper half with air, sometimes holds down the bamboo leaf with his fingers, and gently pats it with the other hand......

Bamboo leaves are like reeds, and the mouth is like a resonance box, through the control of mouth strength, mouth shape, tongue tip and fingers, the vibration frequency of the leaves is changed, so that the bamboo leaves resonate, emitting a variety of birdsong sounds, and the sound waves instantly resound through the world.

Chatter~

Huh~

Cuckoo~

Whisper~

Squeak chirp~

......

A crisp and pleasant birdsong came from the mountains and forests in the distance, and the birdsong became more and more, as if they were responding to Chen Song one by one.

As the strength of Chen Song's breath changed, the sound became more and more rhythmic, as if different birds were singing.

The forest gradually shook, and the sound of birds came closer and closer......

Finally, a melodious bird call sounded all around, led by Chen Song's melodious and tactful blowing sound, like a symphony of elegance in the mountains and forests!

Aung San Duoyue watched more and more birds gather here, flapping their wings in the surrounding forests, leaping back and forth, dancing, and chirping, as if catering to Chen Song's flock of birds, and was so shocked for a while!

What a god!

I didn't expect Chen Song to be so powerful that even the birds could resonate!

The sound of birdsong like the sound of heaven broke into the ears, and it was like an empowerment, and a unique feeling arose in Aung San Duoyue's heart.

Chen Song kept blowing until his lips were a little dry and he didn't stop.

After losing the guidance of Chen Song's voice, the birds around them jumped up and down in the forest with a little restlessness, chirping for a long time before gradually flying away.

"That's amazing!"

Aung San Duoyue praised sincerely: "I have always heard that someone blowing leaves can attract a hundred birds to gather and resonate, but I didn't expect it to be true!"

"It's alright!"

Chen Song scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

Aung San Duoyue asked with some excitement: "You say that you blow so well, can you teach me?"

"You want to learn?"

Chen Song was stunned, but he didn't expect Aung San Duoyue to make this request.

"Yes!"

Aung San Duo Yue's face flushed slightly.

Chen Song said with some embarrassment: "But I don't know the rhythm either, and I also blow it randomly!"

"How good can you blow around, and let these birds come and chirp around you?"

Aung San Duoyue looked incredulous.

Birds are interested in sounds that are similar to their own chirps.

But if Chen Song doesn't blow like this, will these birds be interested?

Will Chen Song be treated as the same kind and come when he hears it?

Chen Song was silent for a while.

When he was a child, he basically spent his time in cultivation, and several other senior brothers and sisters also took care of cultivation, so there were few people to chat with him.

When he was bored or lonely, he would take the blades of grass and the leaves of the trees and learn to play music.

Once, when I heard the crisp sound of birds in the woods, I thought it was very novel, so I picked a leaf to imitate the bird's call.

For this matter, the third senior sister who also understands the rhythm of music has encouraged him, as for the old man, he is completely disdainful, and it is good that he didn't scold him!

He really doesn't know how to teach people!

Seeing that Chen Song didn't speak, Aung San Duo Yue said directly: "Just teach me how to blow the leaves out of the sound!"

"Good!"

Chen Song picked a bamboo leaf, touched the thickness, handed it to Aung San Duoyue, and said, "This bamboo leaf is relatively thin, and the effect of blowing it out should be good." ”

"This leaf is also particular?"

Aung San Duoyue took the bamboo leaves and asked curiously, "Aren't all the leaves fine?"

"Of course not!"

Chen Song said with a smile: "The sound is made by blowing the air flow to make the leaves vibrate to a certain frequency, so we should choose appropriate leaves, the leaves should be fresh and intact and the flesh should not be too thick, and the leaves should be old and tender, that is, the leaves that are not old and tender, because they are too tender and fragile, and the timbre of the too old ones is not good, the leaves must be elastic, and there are no burrs on the edges, and the bamboo leaves I think are the most suitable!"

"Hmm!"

Aung San Duoyue nodded, looked at the bamboo leaf in his hand, and couldn't wait to put it on his lips and blow hard.

Huh~Huh......

The leaves on Aung San Duoyue's lips made a low wind-breaking sound.

"Ha~"

Chen Song couldn't help but be happy when he heard the sound of Aung San Duoyue.

I think I was like this at the beginning, I could only blow this kind of wind breaking sound at the beginning, and because the force was too strong, the leaves were blown directly.

Seeing that Aung San Duoyue was still blowing hard, but he couldn't make a crisp sound, he couldn't help but shake his head and laughed: "It's not that you can blow it with a leaf!"

Aung San Duoyue's face turned red, and he raised his head and asked, "Then how do you blow it?"

"Moisten your lips before blowing, place the leaf between your lips without touching it up and down, and hold both sides of the leaf in your hands. ”

Chen Song demonstrated as he spoke.

"And then?"

Aung San Duoyue followed Chen Song's steps, moistened his lips, placed the bamboo leaf in the middle of his lips, and held both sides of the bamboo leaf in his hands.

"And blow ...."

Beep~

Before Chen Song could finish speaking, Aung San Duoyue had already blown up.

It's just that this time the sound of blowing is no longer a low sound of breaking wind, but has become a somewhat harsh and sharp sound.

With a sharp voice, Aung San Duoyue's lips, the bamboo leaves that she had originally held in each hand were also blown to the ground by her.

"This...."

Aung San Duoyue just wanted to bend down to pick up the blown bamboo leaves, but found that there was a hole in the bamboo leaves.

Chen Song smiled, reached out and picked a bamboo leaf, handed it over, and said, "You have to pinch it tightly with your hands, otherwise the bamboo leaf will be blown away by you!"

Aung San Duoyue took the bamboo leaf and asked, "I didn't seem to be pinching the bamboo leaf much just now!"

"For me, I don't have to pinch it with my hands at all, and it can't run away!"

Chen Song smiled: "But for you, you have to pinch it tightly!"

"Okay!"

Aung San Duoyue nodded, moistened her lips again, put the bamboo leaf between her lips, pinched the sides of the bamboo leaf tightly with both hands, and after her cheeks bulged, she suddenly stopped and asked, "How do you blow it?"

"When blowing, the speed should be even, the strength should be controlled, and the appropriate force should be used to blow the air flow to the edge of the blade, so that the blade vibrates and pronounces, the force is too strong, the leaf will fall to the side or blow directly, if it is too light, the leaf will not vibrate, and it will not make a sound. ”

Aung San Duoyue took a deep breath as Chen Song said, and slowly blew at the bamboo leaves.

Whew~Whew~

The bamboo leaves still make the sound of breaking the wind.

"No!"

Aung San Duoyue looked up at Chen Song helplessly.

It was blown several times, but the sound was the sound of breaking wind, and there was no crisp sound.

"Impossible!"

Chen Song frowned.

It stands to reason that even if the sound of this method is not crisp enough, at least it should not be the sound of breaking wind!

"You blow it again, I'll see what's the problem?",

Aung San Duoyue once again followed the steps Chen Song had just said and blew the bamboo leaves on his lips.

Call~

It's still a muffled sound of breaking wind.

"I see!"

Chen Song saw the state of the bamboo leaves between Aung San Duoyue's lips and instantly understood the problem.

Because I am already proficient, as long as my lips touch the leaves, the leaves will naturally fold upwards and automatically fold into a bow shape, and it will naturally sound as soon as it is blown!

And Aung San Duoyue is like himself at the beginning, no matter how he blows, he can't blow it, and he can only find a little feeling when he blows until his mouth is soft!

Aung San Duo Yue asked anxiously, "What's the problem?"

"You have to fold the bamboo leaf up, don't fold it too hard, let it feel a little bouncy, remember to fold it up, not down!"

Chen Song said and gently folded the bamboo leaf in his hand upward, put it between his lips, and blew hard.

Shout~

A crisp whistle sounded.

Beep~

Aung San Duoyue also blew the bamboo leaves according to what Chen Song said, but the sound was a little harsh.

Chen Song smiled: "Yes, that's it, just practice more!"

Aung San Duoyue blew for a while, feeling that no matter how much he blew it, he looked at the small pile of bamboo leaves on the ground that were blown and thrown away by himself, and couldn't help frowning and sighing: "It's so difficult!"

"You can do this, you can blow it after practicing for a while, but I practiced for three whole days before it sounded!"

Chen Song comforted: "This thing is to practice more, practice makes perfect, practice for a long time, after finding the feeling, it will be handy." ”

"Is there a way to do it faster?"

Aung San Duoyue felt that it had taken too long to practice.

I can't blow the sound, and I want to blow it into a song, so it's the Year of the Monkey!

Not to mention making the birds resonate!