(Ideally, Chishui's music is "The Original Scenery of Hometown", a light music ocarina song, if you are interested, you can go and listen to it!) )

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For Chishui, who was driving the magic weapon for the first time, this was a very fresh and exciting experience, and she drove the magic weapon crookedly out of the Thousand Cloud Gate, crossed the mountains, and flew into the distance.

She didn't fly in a straight line, but flickered left and right, up and down, and ......, there was no way, she couldn't control the direction skillfully, and several times, she almost hit the mountain wall.

After becoming a little proficient, she did not fly in a straight line, but consciously let the bamboo flute fly in all directions, so as to exercise her mastery level.

Therefore, from other people's point of view, she has not grown at all by flying for so long.

Of course, this is not true. On the contrary, because of this, she quickly overcame the jerkiness of controlling the magic weapon for the first time, and began to become proficient in the operation.

Until now, she has been able to fly three feet above the ground with this bamboo flute, and can follow the changes in the terrain and change the height of the flying magic weapon at the same time.

This kind of result should be considered good, she is familiar with it quickly, however, this height should be able to shrink, but this is not something that can be done in a short period of time, and it will take more practice to achieve it in the future, she thought silently in her heart.

She also had a general idea of the flight speed of this bamboo flute, which was about one mile a minute, which was equivalent to the speed at which a person could run at peak speed in the best condition.

But for an immortal cultivator like Chishui and them, this kind of speed is not very good, and it is equivalent to the speed of an ordinary mid-level flying magic weapon.

It can't be compared with Qin Shizu's Lingyun Boat, in terms of speed, it is a ratio of ten to one.

However, this is already very satisfying for Chishui.

She flew with the magic weapon for a while, the mana began to be a little unsupportable, she looked down, found the highest peak, and landed on a flat land at the top of the mountain, this flat land is about twenty square meters, covered by half-meter-high weeds, except for the side where the red water stops is a cliff, the rest of the three sides are surrounded by dense jungle, on the edge of the cliff, there is also a huge rock, about two people to be high, two to wide, half surrounded by the jungle, the other half is exposed, occupying a corner of this flat land.

The place where Chishui landed was on the edge of the cliff, about ten meters away from the boulder.

Because such boulders can be seen everywhere, and their appearance is ordinary, Chishui didn't pay much attention to it. Her eyes were now fixed on the bamboo flute she had withdrawn from her hand after she landed.

At this time, the bamboo flute has returned to its normal size.

Chi Shui is only now carefully observing this bamboo flute, although the color of a yellow and brown makes this bamboo flute not very good-looking, but the two pieces of demon beast valley are refined into the inlays of the bamboo flute, which are inlaid at both ends, and are silver-gray, about three centimeters wide. The two ends of the bamboo flute are five centimeters inward, and the bamboo body is embedded with a circle of two centimeters wide silk strings, this silk string is dark silver, similar to the color of the inlay, it is made of deep-sea raw iron, except for these two circles are exposed, the remaining twenty-two circles of silk strings are completely submerged into the bamboo body, and they cannot be seen from the outside. In the inner chamber of the flute, the upper end of the bamboo body with the blowing hole is equipped with a cork made of cork.

The overall look is not so unacceptable.

It's just, why do you always feel a little weird? Is there something she hasn't noticed?

She looked at the entire bamboo flute from beginning to end again, huh? She got it.

There are no tassels, that is, no ornaments. She said how she felt so weird! It's just a bamboo, of course, it's weird!

She stuck the bamboo flute diagonally at her waist, took out the spare needle and thread from the storage bag, found all the red embroidery threads, and put the rest back in the storage bag.

She first took out several embroidery threads, and then knitted them into a thread about a centimeter thick according to the structure of the Chinese knotted thread.

In the past, this work was very tedious and had to rely on machines to weave, but now Chishui has flexible fingers and sensory help, which is not too difficult.

When all the weaving was complete, she began to weave the reunion knot in the Chinese knot, which was her favorite pattern. The four knots are like four small red flowers, enclosed together to form a circular Chinese knot, and a single tassel about three inches long is tied below, which is simple to weave and very metaphorical.

Chi Shui's hand kept compiling, and her heart was slightly sour, she remembered her relatives who she hadn't thought of for a long time, from her previous life.

Once, when she compiled this pattern of Chinese knots, she also laughed and said that the four little red flowers on this knot are like their family of four, no wonder it is called a reunion knot!

For a while, many memories were turned out again, and they were displayed in front of Chishui one by one, making her eyes gradually moisten and begin to choke a little.

Finally, the reunion knot was braided, and she tied it to the sound hole of the bamboo flute, allowing it to droop naturally, and the tassels swaying in the wind.

She gently ran her hand over the flute, an instrument only found in her hometown.

In the middle of the night, she took out a piece of silver-white transparent flute film from the storage bag, and gently pressed it on the membrane hole with her senses, and the air between the flute membrane and the flute body was all discharged, and the two were tightly attached together.

She faced the mountains, took a deep breath, then slowly adjusted her breathing, put her fingers on the sound hole of the bamboo flute, slowly raised it, gently put it to her lips, closed her eyes leisurely, thought about everything that had been, and began to blow the most familiar melody.

The flute sound is fresh, melodious and with a trace of sadness and helplessness, blowing out the mountains of her hometown, blowing out the river of her hometown, blowing out the scenery of the person in her hometown, the past emerges one by one, and two lines ......of tears slide down the corners of her eyes.

The flute also carried everything she wanted to express, and spread around.

Gradually, the flute began to carry a thick longing, missing the mountain, the water, the people, and the scene......

It seems that the whole mountain forest, the whole heaven and earth, and even the birds flying freely in the air are listening to her playing. The familiar melody, like a gentle ocean, gently embraced her and let her wander freely.

Behind her, on a towering giant tree, leaning on a young man in a silver embroidered brocade robe, with an ordinary face, a lazy and comfortable demeanor, but a little fine light flashed in his eyes, staring at the figure of Chishui not far away, the breeze blew gently with a melodious melody, driving his hair and the corners of his clothes to flutter slightly, and also let the dead leaves of the branches break free from the shackles, flying piece by piece, dancing with the wind.

This moment is beautiful and picturesque!

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