Ding, clang, clang. "Different tones kept coming, and rolling over to block your ears didn't work. Unable to be calm, Yun Xiaoyou could only choose to climb out of the warm living hot spring bed, put on his shoes lightly, and raised his eyes to look at Yao Feiyu, who had already fallen asleep and was surrounded by bamboo curtains.

After turning around the bedroom twice, he sighed in vain, "Why does Senior Sister Feiyu sleep so soundly, and she is not disturbed at all by the sound of the constant rhythm beating." "Blackie wasn't in the room, I don't know where he went.

Looking at the milky white halo that came through the window, Yun Xiaoyou's restless heart calmed a little. Tie up the hair that was scattered, wrap up the protective suit, take the solar-charged flashlight, and quietly go out through the door.

Along the bend, listening to the sound of knocking from time to time, she chased all the way out.

Walking under the bamboo shadow, the bamboo shadows projected around are sufficient, the dark phantom is scary enough, Yun Xiaoyou regrets his recklessness, and if he knows first, he will call the flying fish senior sister in his sleep.

"Snort. The struggling action mistakenly knocked her head "dong", and she shook her head vigorously in pain, the person became more awake, and the last trace of sleepiness disappeared.

Walking out of a tortuous and winding path, "Silla" sprang out of a long shape, the cloud demon was shocked, hurriedly jumped back, stood still again, and saw the black shadow running away, "It turned out to be a bamboo rat." My legs are really scared to go limp.

This type of mammal, not too lethal, fast, agile, mammal, viviparous, strong reproductive ability, omnivorous.

Standing in place and gasping for a few minutes, I felt that I had regained a lot of strength, and then I moved my legs, which were a little wooden, and then there was a melodious bamboo sound, just listening to the timbre, it was very beautiful, it should be a wind instrument made by the bamboo king of a hundred years.

Both sides seemed to sound at the same time, and the sound of the music gradually drowned out the sometimes clear, sometimes tactful, low sound. "I don't know who it is? This seems to be a bit abrupt in the past, and it is even worse if you meet a bad person. ”

"Uncle. No one paid attention to her, and she called patiently, "Ding, ding, long." So, she called out again, "Uncle." Seeing that the old man was busy with herself, she was a little bolder, and there was always a strange and strange atmosphere in the dim firelight, "You are so late alone, why don't you rest?"

Thick black, dirty table, messy! There are many bamboo knots, bamboo leaves, and even poles. What is even more strange is not the most bamboos in this bamboo forest, but a strange irregular stone of golden-black and white-white light, each the size of a fist, and each one different.

Her touch was put very large, "Ding, ding, clang." It was as if it had hit her in the heart.

"It's an electronic-based finished product. Yun Xiaoyou was surprised and said to himself, "Are they all made of these stones?"

The impurities that were smashed out of the stove puffed and smoked, and after a few smacks, they dissipated after a short stay in the air.

The flute sound that continues to come into the brain is sonorous, and after the powerful big C key, it enters a low-key, one-horse flat river, such a peaceful person should not be a person with ill intentions.

Gritting her teeth, she followed the voice, her voice decreased, and then she whimpered a few times before disappearing. The bamboo forest returned to quiet, and then it turned into the sound of the wind and bamboo leaves.

She was sure that the man was standing here, but she couldn't see the person playing it anyway. "Are you here?" Yun Xiaoyou read softly, "Why don't you want to see it?" After waiting for a while, seeing that there was indeed no movement, Yun Xiaoyou stood straight in place for another two minutes.

turned around in vain, "That song should only exist in the sky, and the world should go straight to the Yellow River." She knows that as a son and daughter of China, there is nothing she doesn't know. At this time, she realized that it was just a mirage.

People are far away, and the sound is gradually fading. Sadly stretched out her hand, only to find that the corner was just blocked by her hand. The light that fell on her hand bent and floated.

"Why do you feel familiar?" no one was destined to answer her, and no one answered her. The vast flute sound dissipated. As she took a step, the crisp sound of "click" made her stand on it with bated feet, bent down a little bit, holding the peach-hearted object in her palm, and walked to the other side step by step.

Her heart was a little messy, inexplicably chaotic. Some are irregular, chaotic, rhythmic. Didi, da, da, dad, the rising pillar of light, the disheveled people in the pillar of light, "ho" shattered, and drilled a gap alive, connecting to the depths of her sea of consciousness.

"Yes, yes. "Along with Uncle Swallowing Heaven, there is also Yan Jiu, who does not know his life and death.

Thinking of this, Yun Xiaoyou's heart was like a layer of pictures, through the shadow of looking. It's like these swaying bamboos beside her, stretching out from time to time to block the road and hitting her protective clothing.

No, he'll be fine.

swept away the negative emotions in his heart, and his clenched right hand clenched a little tighter.

The cloud demon watched his movements from the sidelines, using the power of his entire body smoothly. The leg drives the elbow, passes to the hand, and finally smashes down with a fixed point support.

Slowly, the lump in the old man's hand began to show golden red. This object had a kind of shining brilliance, and she faintly felt that this master had smelted a piece of fine metal.

Although she doesn't know it, she knows the good and the bad. Strangely, her mood was so nervous, a bit like seeing a precious treasure about to spread in the world.

The last sound of the "bell" fell, and I saw the old man use a tongs to magnify the object and put a metal block weighing about one pound into the slurry, "stinging" and "stinging" without stopping.

"How did you get in?" the other man's voice was dry, dry like a cracked earth that hadn't rained in years. Yun Xiaoyou was obviously stunned, "I walked in from the door." ”

She zigzagged from the bamboo bush and crossed a long pathway to this place. And the door was open, so she walked straight in.

"You,... Can you sell me this piece of metal?" she pleaded, looking a little cramped, and it was a little unacceptable to let go of the things you love.

The other party looked at her fixedly for about ten seconds, and she unexpectedly crashed into a deep dark pool, it turned out that he was not an uncle, and his appearance deceived her eyes, "Okay." ”

"Huh..."

Eventually, she traded a piece of rough metal from her for the one that the smelter had just smelted, and when he picked it up, the metal was still emitting a golden-red outer light shield. After telling her to drip a drop of blood on it, the man let her take it away. I don't know if it's her delusion, but I always feel that his eyes seem to pass through his left hand, looking at her clenched palm, where lies the peach heart she picked up at the sound of the bamboo flute.