And at that moment, all breathing stopped, again.

Ying Baoyue clenched her wrist and was slightly stunned, raised her head to look at the young man in the music shed who couldn't see clearly, and a smile rose at the corner of her mouth.

What Ji Jiashu held in his hand was just a piccolo.

"The Yellow Emperor made Linglun cut down the bamboo in Kunyu, cut it and made a flute, and blew it as a phoenix." This is the origin of the flute, but even though the history of the flute is as long as the ritual music, in the solemn ritual music, it is generally not the flute that dominates, but the bell and the shou.

That is, the sound of gold and stone.

The ritual music offered to the gods requires the sincerity of the earth and the virtue of the gods, and for such a solemn occasion, it requires a thick musical sound.

In the Shanhai Continent, the children of the royal family and nobles have to gradually learn and master various etiquette music and dances from the age of five. In the aristocratic class, music and dance are indispensable cultivation, and each family has their own good at musical instruments, but they generally learn Zhong Xuan and Qin.

Among them, the piano is the most, because it is not only elegant, but also has the sound of Zhong Xuan's gold and stone.

Like Ji Jiashu, it is really rare to use the flute as the instrument that he is best at playing.

In people's previous cognition, the soft and melodious flute sound could not control the solemn and heavy sacrificial music.

That's how it's supposed to be.

Just before Ji Jiashu's flute sounded, there was a brief silence on the altar.

Blending into the silent air, the sound of leaves in the mountains and forests is tinged with a light green and slightly sweet transparent brilliance.

The young people of Nanchu wore red sacrificial clothes, fresh crowns, and robes, and stood silently by the altar in a line.

All eyes were focused on the stage, and this time more eyes were not on the young man who was about to dance in the center of the altar, but on another figure in ordinary clothes in the music shed on one side.

In the silent and sweet air, Ying Baoyue watched Ji Jiashu raise the piccolo horizontally, and gently put her lips on the blow hole, she couldn't hear his breathing, but she knew that it must be extremely peaceful.

And the next moment, the musicians around him took the lead in playing, since it was a sacrificial music, naturally the bells and drums were the first

And after the bells and drums rang out in unison, the flute sounded, breaking through the heavy bells and drums, and reaching straight into the sky.

The flute is the sound of the flute in everyone's memory.

But from the moment the first note was heard, everyone unconsciously held their breath.

The young man's slender fingers fluttered on the piccolo, the breath was long, and the flute sound was the unique melodiousness of the flute, but in the repeated overlapping melody like a chant, it was the strength that no one had ever heard, tenacious, overlapping, delicate, slender, layer by layer, rushing up.

Layer by layer, layer by layer, wave after wave. Stacked to a thickness that no one can afford.

Hot and solemn, the huge feelings seem to be compressed to the extreme by the delicate flute sound, and after being condensed to the extreme, it suddenly blooms with overwhelming momentum.

Even the air seemed to be overwhelmed all at once, and in the sound of such a flute, the young men in Nan Chu's robes moved.

A long drum beat and a melodious flute form the prelude to the dance, and the next moment, the teenagers march in unison and sing slowly and slowly.

"Qiu Lan Xi elk, Luo Shengxi is down. The green leaves are blooming, and the fragrant flowers are attacking. ”

This is the first sentence of Chu Ci Shaosi's life, and it is also the beginning of everything.

When everyone was immersed in the gorgeous music and the red-clothed dance of the young people on the altar, Ji Jiashu in the music shed was playing, but a starry sky appeared in front of him.

That one, under the starry sky of the mountain behind the National Teacher's Mansion, but when he held the trunk of the tree and read this sentence, he heard the woman's voice for the first time.

She asked, "Who are you?" ”

She, "I'm the serpent." ”

It's really strange that he is obviously a former Qin god, but he will meet him when he inadvertently recited Chu Ci Shaosi's order.

Ji Jiashu quietly played the piccolo in his hand, although it was only a short time, it was really pleasant to talk to the woman from afar. He can ask anything, she can answer anything, and she is willing to listen to his flute at any time.

"You play the flute so well, why do you always play it alone in the back mountain?"

"When I was eight years old, I played the flute and accidentally realized sound killing, and almost killed a group of cousins."

Since then, he has rarely played the flute in front of people. Music can kill people, which should be an extremely complex technique, and many people can't learn it in their lifetime, but he somehow can do it without a teacher. Saving people and killing people is often on the line, and the more people praise his flute, the more he can feel the fear of the other party.

Although he can control it a long time ago now, and there will be no more subconscious sadness, the self-blame and remorse at that time will always exist in his heart

"You don't have to worry about me," said the woman in the tree, laughing, "because I too." ”

She is also proficient in the art of sound killing, and she will not be killed by others.

He can play as much as he wants.

"The autumn orchid is green, and the green leaves are purple stems. The house is full of beauties, and suddenly Du and Yu Xi are in the eyes. Entering without saying a word, riding back to the wind to carry the cloud flag. ”

In the chanting of the young people of Nanchu, the flute sound rose sharply.

In the flute sound full of unknown feelings, the onlookers only felt their heads dizzy for a while, and even their eyes were in a trance.

Blinded.

The sound of bells, drums, and pianos had already sounded at this time, but these original protagonists had completely become a foil, and the sound of gold and stone had been eclipsed at this time, and only the sound of the flute was left in everyone's ears.

Ying Baoyue's vision also became blurred, clutching the clothes on her chest, and there was a slight sigh in her heart, feeling sorry for this young man's achievements, and for him to be her rival in the cluster.

At this moment, Nanchu Chunhua Jun Ji Jiashu used a piccolo to shape a world that only belonged to him.

It was a piece of music for the gods, but all those who listened could feel a pang of pain in their chests.

"Madame has her own beautiful son, why is Sun sad?"

On the altar, the Nanchu teenagers danced again, as if stepping on every Rao's heart.

The great priest is in the clouds, and the young priest is still being sacrificed in the world.

Both gods and humans have things that they can't ask for.

Ji Jiashu blows faster and faster, the flute sound is melodious, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, blowing through the wind and snow, piercing the starry sky, and the courage in the flute is getting stronger and stronger, as if piercing into the heart of every Rao.

At this moment, everyone seemed to see the figure of a young man asking the gods.

Why do you have to choose this one?

Ji Jiashu didn't know what he was thinking at first, until in the process of playing, he remembered the woman he had talked to through the tree and his first feelings.

I see.

He wasn't for the young man he didn't know, but for another woman he had never seen but talked to a lot.

The girl he may never see again, the girl who calls herself "Teng Snake".

We will never see each other again, we will not be able to get a response.

This can only be used as a farewell.

Ji Jiashu played non-stop in the music shed, and sweat rolled down his forehead.

"This ...... It's really incredible......" Ying Baoyue heard Guichen Yingxun and the others beside her mutter, and her ears were like an invisible hammer beating, which made people dizzy, and even the consciousness and feelings of the whole body were attracted by the sound.

Not only the feelings of the spectators, but also the feelings of the dancers on the altar and the feelings of the other performers in the booth.

Everyone danced and played as if they were obsessed.

The sound of the flute is like a bird, hovering straight up.

The next moment, the strings snapped, the bell was silent, and the flute rushed to the climax, leaving the last eternal whisper.

"Sadness is sad and parting, and happiness is new to each other."

Ji Jiashu chanted softly.

The sound of the flute came to an abrupt halt at the climax.

Bang.

There was silence all around.