A jerky syllable came out of the flute pipe, and it was directly cut off before it lasted for a second, Qin Yu blew out a second breath with an expressionless face, this time the breath was obviously much more stable, and the flute sound changed from the previous tremor to a low one.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he seemed to have discovered something very interesting, and at this moment, with the flute in his hand, he had an urge to continue playing.

Adjusting his breathing and sitting posture, like a natural sense of ritual, Qin Yu closed his eyes, and the picture of the man in black playing before came to mind, imitating the other party, Qin Yu's left hand was on top, his right hand was down, and the index finger of both hands was on the ring finger to hold down the six holes, and the flute was brought to his mouth again.

"Woo......"

Qin Yu doesn't know other repertoire, and naturally plays "Requiem".

The sound of the flute sounded, and it began to turn slowly, and his movements were subconsciously synchronized with the picture of the man in black playing the flute in his mind, and a trace of charm unconsciously came out.

With his eyes closed, without noticing, he actually blew out a short section in a row, although it was still intermittent in the middle, but this was already a very incredible thing for a novice who came into contact for the first time and had no guidance.

Qin Yu himself did not pay attention to this, at this time he was already immersed in a wonderful state, this state made him feel comfortable, fulfilling, and natural, following the rhythm of the man in black in his mind, the flute stumbled, and gradually went from being able to play a short section continuously, to a large section, and then to a chapter......

The time outside quietly passed with the echo of Qin Yu's flute, from noon to afternoon, to dusk, and even to night. Qin Yu was still continuing, and for an afternoon, he was always immersed in that feeling, he paused less and less, and the mellow degree of the song became more and more natural.

Until a certain moment, after the whole "Requiem" was played perfectly, Qin Yu stopped moving. He was silent for a long time, as if he was reminiscing, and then blew again, this time it was still "Requiem", but it was very different from before. Because Qin Yu began to interpret the notes with his spiritual power.

The whole "Requiem" has a combination of each note, and it is interpreting a soul emotion. Qin Yu can't use his spiritual power to interpret the whole piece now, but he can interpret a certain section of it. This leads to the repetition of the "Requiem" over and over again, and the feelings that can be conveyed are not the same all at once.

As the days went on, the night deepened and the valley became quieter. At this time, Qin Yu's flute seemed to have become the only constant melody in the valley.

As Qin Yu played more and more skillfully, in the valley, the flute sound was ethereal, undulating and melodious. The people nearby who had originally intended to rest or meditate opened their eyes one after another, and they were a little annoyed, but as the sound of the flute passed in their ears, and a few syllables turned, their angry expressions suddenly froze.

The flute seems to have some kind of magic that can poke them in the heart. The memories that didn't belong here in their minds, unstained with blood, were opened, and they gradually listened to God. Some people felt that they couldn't hear clearly enough, so they simply began to walk to the source of the sound, and when they came to the open space where Qin Yu was, they saw Qin Yu playing the wooden flute on the boulder, although they were surprised, but they didn't bother, but sat on the side and listened quietly.

There were more and more people like this, and before I knew it, the surrounding open space was already full of people. Everyone rarely speaks on weekdays, and even because of the competitive relationship between each other, they are somewhat hostile. But at this moment, under Qin Yu's flute sound over and over again, they seemed to have returned to the past, to the depths of their own memories, and the profound and unforgettable moments.

Memories swept through everyone like a flood, among them, there was the joy of reuniting with the family, the grievances when being reprimanded by parents, the apprehension of youth, and the laughter of pouring my brother under the table......

The flute sounded, and everyone laughed when they knew each other, as if the moonlight tonight had taken away everyone's totems, making them forget the bloody killing and magical abilities, but bringing back the once ordinary hearts.

The song continued, as if following Qin Yu's memory. If the flute sound before is a memory of the past, then the feeling later becomes more and more profound. From the fear of the unknown, to the feelings of dependence, to the sad parting, the flute leads the crowd, as if recalling everything they have experienced since they came here.

Everyone did not look back on the old things, and became red-eyed, but there was a kind of sudden retrospective, the peace of the precipitation of the years, like a heart that has experienced the vicissitudes of life, after getting a satisfying rest, and then recalling the past, it is a kind of life flavor.

At this time, on the periphery of the clearing, behind a few Teng trees, the brown-haired woman leaned against the trunk with her arms folded on her chest, also listening to the melody with her eyes closed. In the other direction, a silver-haired boy who looked smaller than Dong Ling was crouching in the grass and silently shedding tears, but halfway through, he quickly wiped away his tears, his eyes flashing with a sickly light, and his teeth gurgling.

"What's wrong with you, kid? Do you want something to eat?"

At this time, a very simple looking uncle came to the front and handed over a piece of dried meat of a spirit beast, the silver-haired young man was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes showed fierceness, and the cold light of a dagger flashed, and he was about to cut off the uncle's outstretched arm, and the uncle was so frightened that he hurriedly withdrew his hand, and the jerky also fell to the ground.

"Alas, my child is as old as you, and the sight of you reminds me of him. Uncle Simple didn't blame the boy, but said like this.

The silver-haired man wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, glared at the simple uncle, turned around and walked away quickly.

Seeing the back of his departure, the middle-aged uncle sighed again.

The flute was still ringing in the distance, curling like smoke, echoing endlessly. This reverberation is a whole night. When the morning light fell on the earth on the second day, Qin Yu finished blowing the last "Requiem" and finally put down the wooden flute in his hand.

After a night of playing, his mental power at the moment had bottomed out, and his face was full of exhaustion, but under this exhaustion, Qin Yu was extremely satisfied in his heart.

When he opened his eyes, he couldn't help but be startled when he saw the people sitting around him.

"Your playing is good, thank you!"

A man who was very close to Qin Yu stood up and said very sincerely, and at the same time placed a spirit core of a primary-level war beast on the grass in front of Qin Yu.

Seeing the other party's behavior, Qin Yu's expression suddenly became weird, and he didn't know what to say, "I ......"

"But only this time, next time you play, I won't listen to it again. With a word, the man turned and left.

Someone took the lead, and the people who sat around them also got up one after another, they looked at Qin Yu, their eyes showed gratitude, and the spirit cores of different sizes were placed in front of him under Qin Yu's dull gaze, some of these spirit cores were beast level, and some were war beast level. Even the brown-haired woman came to the field and threw down a spirit core of a primary-level war beast. Before leaving, she glanced at Qin Yu carefully.

As more and more people sent out the spirit core, the grass in front of Qin Yu was soon clear blue and very bright.

Qin Yu didn't expect the result in front of him at all, he felt like a street performer at the moment, and after playing, everyone paid for it.

He didn't know what the sound of the flute last night meant to everyone present. It was their most relaxing night in recent months, and the sound of the flute made them forget about their stress, as if they had been given a brief escape, and the feeling of comfort made them feel as if they had returned to the happy moments they once had.

Of course, it's hard to have a second time like this. Just like what the man said before, the next time Qin Yu plays the flute, many of them won't listen to it again. Because reality has deprived them of this right, one night of indulgence is enough, everyone still has to return to reality, the test of the sky continues, the tension of thirty days, as if they can hear the ticking of time, no one is willing to waste another night in such luxury.

However, this is not a waste for Qin Yu, this night is of great significance to him!