"The slave is willing~~, any request from the master, the slave and the maid will be satisfied~~", Jian Di replied without hesitation, waiting for Chen Zhi's dispatch.

At this time, I heard Chen Zhi continue......

"Jian Di, I heard that the Xuanniao in the past had a very beautiful voice and could sing, right?

I'm a little insomnia, sing a song, let me sleep, if I fall asleep, don't wake me up, I'll sleep in this yard today! ”

"Yes!" ，

Jian Di replied respectfully:

But the voice of the slave and maid was rough, and she did not dare to disturb the peace of her master.

But the slave and maid are good at it, so let's play a song for the master......"

Xun is a very ancient open musical instrument, with a simple and clumsy timbre, which occupies an important position in the history of primitive art. It is made of clay firing, round or oval, with six holes, and also made of stone and bone.

It is said that the early prototype of Xun was a stone for hunting, because there was a naturally formed cavity on the stone, and when the ancestors used such a stone to cast their prey, the cavity on the stone produced a whistle due to the action of the air current, and this whistle inspired the ancient ancestors to make musical instruments, so this kind of natural sound instrument was made.

But in fact, as early as the Neolithic Hongshan culture, the performance of Xun has been very popular, and unearthed some extremely delicate Xun, the structure is ingenious, comparable to heavenly workmanship, so this musical instrument is more like a civilization ritual handed down from ancient times, and the source is very ancient~~

Jian Di's Xun voice was melodious, like a soft and moist spring, slowly entering Chen Zhi's brain and body, making people pause, relax and feel extremely comfortable.

In this autumn courtyard, Chen Zhi was draped in a thin blanket and lying on a chair, feeling as if he had fallen into the clouds of the nine heavens, and the whole person was dizzy~~~

"Jane's ......"

Chen Zhi's hand drooped, and then he turned his head to look at Jian Di, who had been kneeling underneath.

"What mistake did you say the Xuanniao made in the past? Let Jiang Shang kick him out? ”

"Delusional ......",

Jian Di replied softly:

"We Xuanniao have never been good at suppressing emotions, and our emotions are intense and straightforward.

My ancestor stayed with Jiang Shang Shenzun all day long, and he had a heart of admiration for Shenzun, but later, he forgot his identity and wanted to fall in love with Shenzun, which was his delusion~~

As a slave, you have to know what you can think about and what you can't think about. Even if there are some emotions, they must be suppressed in the heart and cannot be revealed! Otherwise, it is a great disrespect~~~, and it is also a kind of fragility~~~"

"That's a good thing to say!" , Chen Zhi closed his eyes and said in a deep voice:

"I feel that you are stronger than your ancestors, you are strong, and you will not make the same mistakes as it......"

"Yes!",

After Jian Di responded in a low voice, he began to continue to blow Xunlai, the voice, sometimes high-pitched and melodious, sometimes low and tactful, like a faint tranquility in the cold wind, hovering in the air for nine turns, around the beam for three days, wonderful and unparalleled......

Chen Zhi fell asleep unconsciously, and when he woke up again, it was already dawn and he found that he had a thick quilt on his body.

It is estimated that it was last night, Jian Di saw that Chen Zhi was asleep, and he was afraid that the night would be cold, so he entered the Hall of Fate and took out a quilt to cover him.

And Jian Di's mind was very delicate, and he used a small pillow to put under Chen Zhi's neck, so that Chen Zhi did not wake up in the morning with a sore back.

At this time, it was already early in the morning, and all the students who went to school had already begun to go out, Ding Ning walked out of the house, he was carrying a backpack, but his eyes were round, and the first thing he said when he saw Chen Zhi was:

"Brother Wisdom, I have a nightmare......

I dreamed of that huge bird last night, flying in through the window, she is my original school committee Lan Lan~~"

When Chen Zhi heard this, he smiled slightly, and was noncommittal to Ding Ning's words.

It seems that this memory has always lingered in Ding Ning's mind, and if he saw Jian Di again, he would probably be scared half to death on the spot.

In the next ten days, Fat Wei never came back, but he also called twice in the middle, and his tone was very urgent, saying that he was busy these days, and he followed the men in black all over the world all day long, dealing with extremely complicated aftermath. After entering the organization, not only did he not have the opportunity to show prestige, but he lost three pounds or something......

But even so, Fat Wei hung up the phone in a hurry and continued to busy.

Chen Zhi knows, don't look at Fat Wei on weekdays, but he is very concerned about this new job, and even has a sense of honor in the organization, people are social animals, they must have spiritual support, Fat Wei is now an official member of the organization, and he is extremely proud.

During the days when Fat Wei was busy, Chen Zhize and Ding Ning lived a peaceful life in the Hall of Fate for a few days.

Ding Ning didn't dare to play games at all during this time, he went to school every day, and when he got home after school to do his homework on time, it turned out that all the friends who played games with him didn't come. Chen Zhi also received a lot of complaints from the head teacher and helped him carry a lot of pots.

According to Ding Ning's own words, his life is worse than death now, and it is better to let those demigods take him away!

In this way, about half a month later, one afternoon, Chen Zhi was sitting in the hall on the first floor of the Hall of Fate as usual, looking through the information on the computer, but suddenly received a call from Wolf Tu,

Wolf Tu's voice was heavy on the phone, and he conveyed Bao Ping's meaning to Chen Zhi,

"Go back to the organization tonight, there is a big drama to watch......"

Chen Zhi put down the phone and stood in place for a few minutes, his heart slowly sank, he knew what this big drama was singing, during this time, Da Wu contacted him more than once, asking him to report the latest movements in the organization.

During this time, Bao Ping ordered the Great Witch Ni Ling to do some simple spells, and briefly communicated with Chen Zhi about some plans and what to do next.

In Chen Zhi's impression, the House of Elders in the depths of the Xiqi Royal City has always been the most noble symbol of the Ji family's imperial power, he is between the royal family and the samurai, he can specialize in autocratic power, supervise the leader of the organization, drink the order to organize the samurai, the glory is supreme, and no one dares to question it for thousands of years~~~

But this time, the most sacrosanct of the House of Elders is finally going to be pushed to the forefront......

At about 8 o'clock in the evening, the sky outside began to darken, the surrounding vision was no longer so clear, and the pedestrians on the road were no longer endless.

At this time, the familiar Audi car had slowly driven to the door of Chen Zhi's house.

And this time, this familiar black Audi gives people a very heavy sense of depression, and Chen Zhi knows that major fluctuations affecting the entire organizational pattern are finally about to appear..................