Cui Rutie found that although Su Ningxin's knowledge of refining weapons was very superficial, she would always come up with some unexpected ideas that could give him some inspiration. For example, on the question of Long Bao's ability to use the Imperial Spirit Whistle yet, she asked if she could refine a simplified version of the substitute for playing a small part of the Imperial Spirit Technique? Long Bao was overjoyed when he heard this, and immediately urged Cui Rutie to find a way.

Cui Rutie is a person who is quick to speak and act, and his hands and feet are always faster than his mouth. He refined several substitutes of different materials for Long Bao, mainly piccolo and xun, because the shape is relatively simple and easy to attach to the formation. It's a pity that no matter which one it is, it will crack as soon as it is blown, or blown into powder, or make an unbelievably terrible sound, and the formation will be twisted and broken... All ended in failure.

This hugely expensive imitation project made Li Duoshou's cheeks twitch, and he scolded Su Ningxin in his heart for being too unlucky, but under Long Bao's instructions that "it must be done", he did not dare to speak out.

Su Ningxin was not discouraged, and asked Yi Xinliu to show her around the various warehouses to find things that could be used. She became interested in the bones of several Mahayana true immortals brought out by the dragon in the immortal bone vault of the secluded evil land, especially one of the bones with a green color as clear as a high-grade jade, even if it was not in the light, she could see the floating red silk in between, although it had long been exhausted, but it seemed to be pregnant with a strange flower fairy fetus, the essence and blood flowed, and the mystery was indescribable;

After obtaining Long Lin's approval, they spent a lot of effort to try to amputate a section of the radius of the forearm, but they had no plan, which made Hu Wangcai and them laugh.

When they were thinking hard inside, they always heard Li Duoshou and Steward Li's unbearable roar outside the door: "But take it easy! Don't shake the belongings that the two masters have worked so hard to save up... A pair of losers!"

This turquoise skeleton doesn't look very solid, and even has a slight sense of flexibility like a branch, but it is not subject to water and fire, the sword is difficult to break, and even the hand strength of Long Bao can't move a bit, and the Yin and Yang Sword is also used to cut constantly, leaving only a few light red scratches.

Long Bao could only ask Long Lin for help.

Long Lin stared at it for a moment. These are a few bones he brought out from the fairy bone storehouse, at first I only thought that they were basically intact, not dismantled into firewood sticks stacked together, but placed in a corner of the storehouse, which seemed to indicate that they were special in life and needed to be treated differently... To cut off the radius bone of the Mahayana True Immortal of that year, he also felt a strange feeling in his heart, a certain kind of uneasiness.

Cui Rutie knew that he was going to use a shaking knife when the dragon was coming, although he didn't see any intention of drawing the knife, he said that he would first put the skeleton on his "chaotic purple smoke" iron pier. Because only he and Long Lin knew that his "chaotic purple smoke", hammer "willow", and pliers "Fan Xia" were actually part of the Shaking Light Knife, and the only thing in the small world that could withstand the sword intent of the Shaking Light Knife.

Long Lin shook his head and signaled that he didn't need to, and only asked them to step back a few feet.

The scene of Long Lin cutting off the radius bone was completely different in everyone's eyes. Long Bao watched him draw his knife like a whirlwind, drop the knife, and the severed radius bone was like a small emerald green snake startled by the thunder of the sting, suddenly standing upright, breaking away from the green mud under him, and jumping into Long Lin's left palm, each frame of action was so fast that there was no transition, but it was extremely clear. Extremely dynamic, extremely quiet, extremely minimalist.

Cui Rutie didn't see Long Linyundao, he only saw the dark golden waves under the black night sky, and saw a young man in a green shirt facing the Jieshi in the east to watch the sea.

A very light breeze blew up, and a thousand piles of snow were rolled up, and the dazzling snow came into view.

Su Ningxin didn't see anything, as if she had a brief fainting, and at the moment before fainting, an invisible giant fist shattered the mirror image of the world in front of her, and countless broken mirrors rushed towards her like a torrential rain, flashing countless decomposed knife intents, and the time of heaven and earth was confused. For a moment, she felt blind.

They all heard a strange sound, which could be said to be very poignant, or very gentle, like the sound of rime frost crystals falling on the trees all over the mountains at the same time, or the sound of countless light bamboo leaves cutting each raindrop in half... The sound is colored and flavorful, with the bitter taste of pine needles after heavy snow, and the lush green of ten thousand poles of Hsinchu in the spring rain.

Long Lin handed the radius to Cui Rutie.

Cui Rutie's body shook: It's so heavy!

This bone has changed a little after being cut down by the shaking knife, it is less transparent and shiny, and has a woody feeling.

For the next ninety-nine eighty-one days, Cui Rutie played the true character of a blacksmith and kept hammering the green radius. Because of the extreme and continuous monotony, the stoker Zi Xi and his assistant Su Ningxin were so sleepy that they fell asleep several times, and only Zi Xiu, who was curious to come to visit, could see how unpredictable and in line with the laws of the Mo Dao were these hammer blows, he was actually stunned, and in the last month, he barely moved his feet and eyes.

Cui Rutie did not refine a round flute, but a "piccolo" with a strange slightly twisted irregular triangle cross-section. It looks like a crooked and shoddy handmade instrument. But only Cui Rutie knows that the inside of the Imperial Spirit Whistle is not neat, but full of strange mountains and ravines that are difficult to explore, and the evil sea and wild rivers... It's like a miniature wild world. He just tried to understand a small part as much as he could, and then simplified it.

Long Bao gave this piccolo a very rustic name: Broken Branch.

Long Linfu smiled, feeling that he did not name the flute "Fortune Flute", which was already a valuable progress.

Due to the many previous failures, Long Bao still underestimated this "broken branch", ---and he tried to blow the mildest part of the spirit trick for a short time: Weizhi. This is the content of summoning the divine beast to return to rest, the song is peaceful and gentle, but I didn't expect that under the blow, the ant demons in the small world fell to the ground one after another, fainted, and even Hu Wangcai and Xue's clothes were pale, unable to stand, vomiting and dizzy.

After a pause for a while, Hu Wang's financial committee told Long Bao that when he heard the song, he had an extremely strong thought, wanting to go home, return to his hometown in the Silent Snow Mountains, no matter how many knives and five thunders hit him, he had to go back... But now I don't want to think about it at all.

"Success!" Long Bao's heart was full of joy, although the dragon ball in the center of his eyebrows was faintly swollen and painful when playing, and it was a little uncontrollable and terrifying.

Having learned his lesson, Long Bao decided to go outside the small world to blow a good day. Long Lin took him to find a huge Gobi wilderness, without any aura, and he didn't see any demon beasts as far as the eye could see, so he let him play. After Long Bao blew the whole section of "Weizhi", he still felt weak and unwell, and it seemed that he really couldn't even break a small branch.

The rare drowsiness hit like a tidal wave, one after another, and after a dozen yawns in a row, Long Bao couldn't hold it anymore and fell asleep on a smooth boulder.

Long Lin accompanied him and practiced his sword not far away.

Suddenly, a strange rustling sound sounded from all directions. He was astonished to find that there were countless beasts around the sky--- and he couldn't even tell whether they were beasts or domestic beasts--- and they were rushing towards him and Long Bao in the dark, they were muddy and unintelligent, but they did not interfere with each other, they were silent, they just rushed towards each other in confusion and determination.

Long Lin didn't expect that the Imperial Spirit Technique also had such a powerful summoning power on the beasts that had not yet opened their spiritual wisdom, and he was amazed.

The moon and stars are scarce, and the vast wilderness is lit with dense small lights, which are the eyes of the beasts, and the beast tide is surging with a thicker and thicker fishy smell, and the sound of hooves is like thunder, and like thousands of war drums, rumbling, and rolling towards the direction where the dragon is in the dragon treasure.

This scene is spectacular and terrifying.

Long Lin didn't want Long Bao to spend any more divine dragon power to blow the spirit trick to drive away the beast tide, and shook the approaching beast tide hundreds of miles away. Suddenly, he had another thought, and released the ant demons in the small world and let them hunt on their own.

Soon the roars of all kinds of beasts, frightened, angry, or painful, resounded in the wasteland, and the thick bloody qi tumbled and steamed, as if the golden moon rings were dyed with a thin layer of red.

Long Bao woke up and was pleasantly surprised to discover the practical value of "broken branches". He said that in the future, he would use it to summon the beast herd as the ration of the ant soldiers in the small world, and completely solve the problem of eating for this group of foodies.

Long Bao was ecstatic, took the end of the "broken branch" in his mouth, and laughed. He asked everyone in the small world to come out and watch the excitement.

The ant-demon feast lasted until dawn. The wasteland is a terrible mess, chaos, filth, fierce, hideous, and broken.

In the morning mist, there was a clear flute like water, gentle and melancholy, and it was only two paragraphs repeatedly, but it gave people a sense of lingering affection and never being broken.

There is no spiritual power fluctuation, but there is no one in the wilderness, and I don't know where the sound of the song comes from. Long Lin suddenly felt a little nervous, and asked the scholar Zixiu: "What kind of song is this?"

Zi Xiu replied: "It seems to be a slang song of the barbarian spine people, and their favorite song, I have heard, is called 'The mountains have woods.'" ”

"What's the content?"

Just two sentences: the mountains have trees and trees have branches, and the heart is happy and you don't know. ”