"Puff~"

"Puff~"

"Puff puff~"

……

This is the sound of the flute coming from Wang Shu's ears, and you can hear from the sound that the piper is really playing very hard, but no matter how it blows, the sound is no different from farting, which is deeply poisonous and unbearable.

"Why is this flute so harsh?" Shi Yao's brows furrowed.

"Let's go and see, who's playing?" Wang Shu said.

The two continued to walk in the bamboo forest, and it didn't take long to see a slender man standing in the middle of the bamboo forest, holding a white bone flute to his mouth.

The man has a cold appearance and a handsome and bevelous appearance. With a fair complexion, blood-colored pupils, pale blonde hair, and a close-fitting white robe on the outside and a red shirt on the inside, the two complement each other perfectly.

He closed his eyes and was completely immersed in the world of his flute, forgetting everything and fully immersed in it.

Around the man, there were four or five slender white-clothed people dancing, but this dance was also uneven!

As if sensing that someone was coming, the man opened his eyes slightly, revealing a pair of demonic blood-colored pupils.

"It's him!"

Shi Yao's face changed, as Meng Po of the Xuanming Sect, how could she not know the mysterious corpse ancestor Hou Qing in front of her.

The establishment of the Xuanming Sect is also indispensable to the merits of the four corpse ancestors, but they all have hidden their merits and fame after that.

"Who are you who are bothering me with a?" Hou Qing held the white jade bone flute in his hand and walked slowly, his steps steady.

"You blow yours, I'll go mine. But speaking of brother, how can you play the flute and the sound of a fart. Don't you notice it? Wang Shu couldn't help but say.

In his opinion, this person is indeed handsome and handsome, of course, he can't compare to himself.

But it's just such a person, how can he play the flute so badly, it's too ugly.

Hou Qing frowned when he heard Wang Shu describe his flute sound as a fart, but his cultivation was still extremely high, and then he said leisurely:

"Cut, my brother is not playing the flute, it's lonely! A song of liver and intestines is broken, where to find a bosom friend at the end of the world! ”

I have to say that Hou Qing still has his own personality charm!

With this poem, as well as its temperament, it is indeed impressive.

"Cut, the dish is the vegetable, you have to make excuses!" Wang Shu said disdainfully.

"You belittle me so much, do you know how to play the flute?"

Hou Qing looked directly at Wang Shu, and suddenly beckoned, and the not weak internal force was released, and a red oil umbrella inserted on the ground in the distance flew into his hand.

The meaning of this is self-evident, Wang Shu couldn't help but smile when he saw this, and said:

"Not to mention, I can really play the flute in Xia!"

"Who wouldn't talk big?" Hou Qing said.

"Give me the flute!" Wang Shu stretched out his hand.

Hou Qing was stunned for half a second, but still handed the bone flute in his hand to Wang Shu.

On the side, Shi Yao lowered her head and lowered her eyes, trying to reduce her sense of presence and not let Hou Qing pay attention.

And at this time, Qing's attention is indeed on Wang Shu, where does it matter if Shi Yao is a demon or a demon!

Wang Shu took the white jade bone flute, his face confident. Does he play the flute? That's a problem!

I saw Wang Shu rubbing the bone flute with his hand, as if he wanted to rub a layer of skin on the bone flute.

Hou Qing was embarrassed and couldn't help but say:

"My mouth is fragrant!"

"My fart is fragrant too!" Wang Shu said lightly.

Hou Qing was not choked to death by Wang Shu's words, this kid doesn't look very old, but he is too arrogant.

After wiping the white jade bone flute for a while, Wang Shu put it to his mouth as if he was disgusted, his five fingers moved regularly, his face was calm, and his eyes gradually became ethereal.

A beautiful note floated out of the white jade bone flute, filling the air and lingering for a long time.

Hou Qing's eyes lit up, and he looked at Wang Shu incredulously!

The music this guy blows out is completely different from how he feels!

Another beautiful note came out, followed by another melodious note!

Wang Shu closed his eyes, immersed himself in his own world, and played a beautiful Yue Zhang!

In the bamboo forest, the flute sound is melodious, the breeze is gentle, and the emerald green bamboo leaves are falling!

These bamboo leaves move with the sound of the flute, and they constantly flutter in the air around Wang Shu's body, just like the grass and tree elves dancing, a dance that belongs to nature, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a miracle.

Shi Yao listened on the side, she really didn't expect Wang Shu to be able to blow such a beautiful flute, and her heart couldn't help but ripple with it, almost dancing with it.

can blow such a moving and gentle flute, how can he be a straight man? Incomprehensible!

Although Shi Yao was puzzled, he quickly forgot about everything else, and was completely immersed in a flute sound that only should be in the sky.

Hou Qing's face was excited, and the surging emotions were uncontrollable, and there was a rush to the sky that wanted to cry.

That's so good! In comparison, isn't it just a fart that I blow, and it smells very bad.

After a long time, the song ended. But the sound of the flute still echoes in the air, lingering.

At this time, Hou Qing and Shi Yao woke up from the world of flute sound, their eyes were a little ignorant, and then they bloomed with amazing light.

"Master, master! Admire, admire! Hou Qing hurriedly arched his hand, his eyes burning.

"It's just a small skill of carving insects!"

Wang Shu threw the bone flute to Hou Qing, and he was not modest, looking proud.

"Insect carving skills?"

Hou Qing was stunned, he practiced hard for half a year, and there was no result at all, but in the eyes of others, it was so easy.

"Childe, I don't know what the name of this song is." Shi Yao asked.

She is good at singing and dancing and understands music, unlike Hou Qing, who is purely for the sake of being handsome.

She heard a very ancient atmosphere from Wang Shu's flute, which was a kind of inheritance, a crystallization.

"Nine songs!" After thinking about it, Wang Shu said.

Back then, in the Yin-Yang family, as Dongjun, in addition to learning Yin-Yang Arts, music and rhythm were also a homework.

However, Wang Shu rarely uses this talent, and now it is rare to show off his skills.

"Nine songs!"

Shi Yao was awe-inspiring, he didn't expect Wang Shu to make such an ancient tune.

Nine songs originated from the Warring States Period, which is a song dedicated to the gods, and was later adapted by Qu Yuan of Chu.

From the Warring States period to the end of the Tang Dynasty, at least a thousand years have passed during this period. The Nine Songs also disappeared into the long river of history and were no longer complete.

"Nine songs!"

Hou Qing's face showed admiration, his eyes changed, and then he suddenly knelt down on one knee and said respectfully:

"In the next Hou Qing, I ask Mr. to accept him as a disciple and pass on a sound of law."

Shi Yao's face was surprised when he saw this scene. This Hou Qing is worthy of being the most casual among the four corpse ancestors, and he kneels when he says, and he really doesn't save face for himself at all.

Wang Shu's face was calm, and he said lightly: "Hou Qing, why do you want to learn music rhythm?"

"There is no end to learning, and I want to learn more to enrich myself and strengthen myself. Be a person of noble character and detached from low-level interests.

Moreover, learning music can also cultivate sentiment and make me happy...... "Hou Qing said a lot.

Wang Shu's brows furrowed, forming a tic-tac-toe, a Sichuan character, his eyes were sharp, and he said fiercely:

"Speak human words!"

Hou Qing was startled, his heart contracted violently, and he said loudly:

"Because it's handsome!"

"Accurate!"

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