Sixty to 70 miles south of Hongshan County, a remote mountain village nestled in a sunny bamboo forest has just faded as the morning dew fades. The wind was gusting, and the birds woke up at the beginning, and the chirping was very lively, while a few boys of seven or eight years old hummed an unknown tune and pouted their butts to dig bamboo shoots.

When the bamboo shoots that were not thick enough were pulled out by the mud and thrown into the bamboo basket stained with spring mud behind them, the natural joy would spread all the way to the foreheads of these children.

This place is called Qingyun Mountain, far from the official roads of Hongshan County. Usually very few outsiders come here.

"Hui'er Hui'er ......" A loud hiss broke the silence and triggered a bird.

"Ahh What a sound!" a fat boy trembled with fear. The children on this hill have never heard the voice of A?vagho?a

The bamboo forest covers a relatively large area. All the children looked inside and saw a red-hot monster bigger than a cow standing on a rugged mountain road. White air gushes out of its protruding nose and mouth.

The children did not scream, not because they were calm, but because a young man in a red cloak and black tights rode on a crimson monster. In the innocent minds of children, it is natural to think that something that can be ridden by people, although it looks strange, should be no different from a cow?

"The bamboo here is so interesting. It really looks like white jade. Even the bamboo leaves are transparent!" The young man with red horse eyes shone with a slender glow: "The four seasons here are distinct, and the mountains are distinct. The bamboo grown here is certainly of good quality after being exposed to sunlight, rain, snow and frost. A bamboo flute made from this kind of bamboo has absolutely no bad tone and does not require much cosmetic embellishment. The trip was worth it!"

Yes, this young man is Lu Buqi, and the regret that the dragon can't leave made him decide to choose a good bamboo and make a flute. Lu Buqi did not think of the special significance of this incident. He only knew that since he promised the dragon not to leave and the dragon did not regret it, he could get rid of this matter when he had time.

It turned out that Lu Buqi went to Hongshan County to find the musical instrument champion Zhong Yan. After all, he specializes in the field of technology. Although he had a fairly clear impression of the making of the flute, it was always a crazy way. In order not to draw a tiger and not a dog, he decided to pay a visit.

I found the "Intimate Friends Pavilion" at Zhong Yan's residence, because Zhong Yan was working on a project with her friends there. But I didn't expect that Lu never gave up, but touched a nose of ash...

Zhong Yan, the person in charge of the instrument, obviously respected Lu Chuan's arrival more. After all, Lu Zhishen's refusal to give up his identity made him very afraid, but his correct speech was full of pride.

There is a proverb that makes Lu Buqi unhappy. Zhong Yan's original words are: "Music and rhythm are not something that happiness can control. Master Lu didn't even know the other instruments and the basic sheet music. If he talks about making new instruments, will he run around like a toddler?"

Zhong Yan's words made a lot of sense, but he didn't notice it. His tone was a little too sarcastic, and Lu's eyes were undoubtedly full of disdain.

The reason why Zhong Yan said such things was because on the cabinet of a close friend, a group of musicians asked Lu Zhishen not to give up some questions, but Lu Zhishen did not give up his answer, which showed that he didn't understand anything.

In the eyes of these musicians, Lu Zhishen's refusal to abandon this humble martial artist and his desire to learn music was completely subservient and elegant. For them, it's nothing short of a desecration of music.

Lu Buqi doesn't think there is anything wrong with these musicians. He would like to believe that these musicians are the ones who work hard in this field. However, what these people said really made him uncomfortable.

His modesty, in the eyes of others, turned into ignorance, which made Lu Buqi very uncomfortable.

No matter how unprofessional he was, he didn't know the melody. In the past, when he was in an orphanage, the director of the world's top ten flute players even said that he had a lot of talent in flute playing. Although he did not take the exam, when he was less than ten years old, the flute playing level would not be lower than grade seven.

However, Lu Chuan did not give up playing over and over again, but could only play a dozen tunes. Later, he practiced martial arts with his master. Although he occasionally plays, he is somewhat unfamiliar with this aspect. Therefore, Lu Zhishen did not give up his belief that he was very familiar with the melody and did not understand the music of the world, so he came here with an attitude of asking for advice.

Touching the wall, Lu Jue did not give up, nor did he make any angry and fat beating Zhong Yan and the others, let alone setting fire to his close friend's cabinet. He just smiled and left.

As the saying goes, it's better to ask for your own help than to ask for your own help. Lu Chuan did not give up his decision to do his own research. Therefore, he bought this basic movement from the bookseller on the first day and prepared everything. He inquired about the bamboo collection around Hongshan County and arrived the next day.

Lu Never gave up his gaze and looked around. There was no doubt that he could see the curious children. He gently pinched the tip of his nose and lowered his horse, allowing the blood lion to roam freely. He climbed up the hillside where the bamboo forest was located.

When the children saw that Lu Zhishen had not given up on the hillside, they looked a little scared. They all stepped aside. Lu Chuan didn't give up this scene, and he didn't get too close. He shouted from afar: "Excuse me, whose home is this bamboo forest?"

Seeing that Lu Zhishen didn't seem to be a dangerous person, the child's enthusiasm was high, and the fat child's timidity disappeared a lot. "This bamboo forest is shared by our village. What are you going to do?"

"I want to cut down one or two trees of this kind of Yunyu bamboo, do you need to say hello to anyone? Or give some money?" Lu Buqi said with a smile: There are children digging bamboo shoots. Apparently there are villages nearby. Lu Buqi didn't want to rob other people's bamboo.

"No, some bamboo isn't worth a few dollars!" a powerful voice said, "Dear friend, if you need Yun Yuzhu, cut down some trees yourself!"

Lu Zhishen did not give up his prestige, but saw a man dressed in animal skins and Orion. This person has a strong life, a strong gaze, and a determined expression. He is a very good hunter.

"Uncle Nanlu!" all the children cried one by one, their expressions returning to nature. Obviously, it was the newcomers who made all their worries and fears disappear.

Lu Zhishen didn't give up, and nodded slightly to the man: "Then thank you, brother." ”

"You're welcome, but please leave as soon as you have taken the bamboo. We don't like outsiders to disturb us!" Lu Nan nodded expressionlessly, and then said to the group of children, "You continue to dig bamboo shoots, the village is still waiting to use them." ”