Fang Yuan sat cross-legged in the void, Yuan Wutian's memory, he had only experienced it once, and he felt deep pain. He didn't know what was going on, and he didn't know what had happened, but the kind of grief conveyed from Yuan Wutian's body, Fang Yuan could feel it deeply.

From beginning to end, Fang Yuan didn't see the bamboo flute, and he didn't know what the Yuan Wutian Immortal wanted to express to him. Fang Yuan sat there quietly, waiting for Yuan Wutian to speak, feeling the breath of those people in his memory.

Yuan Wutian slowly threw up the bamboo flute, and the emerald green bamboo flute exuded a turquoise light, carrying countless vitality. The bamboo flute flutters around Yuan Wutian, reuniting with the long-lost owner, and the psychic fairy treasure conveys a sense of joy.

Yuan Wutian's slender fingers pointed, and after the bamboo flute turned in a circle, it flew towards Fang Yuan, landing around Fang Yuan and continuing to rotate. Fang Yuan could feel the emotions of the bamboo flute even more, as if he had met a new partner, with a good feeling of reluctance and novelty.

"Okay, what do you want to learn, I guess how to use this bamboo flute, you don't need me to teach you. It's just that at the beginning, I'll teach you a few tunes, and it's easier to use. The other wonders will be for you to appreciate in the future, and it will be useless for me to say more. ”

Hearing Yuan Wutian's words, Fang Yuan thought for a moment and said, "Immortal, before I learn, I still want to hear about your past. If you don't have it convenient to say, you can also tell me about the origin of this flute, I would love to hear it. ”

Yuan Wutian said with a smile: "In the past, young people were not convinced by their predecessors, but now, history is quite popular." Okay, then I'll tell you about it, but it's just a bamboo flute. ”

After a moment of silence, Yuan Wutian thought about it, showed a look of reminiscence, and said, "This bamboo flute has been with me since I was young. Before that time, the family was wealthy, and it could even be regarded as a country with one hand covering the sky. ”

Later, for some reason, the family fell into the middle of the road. It is said that it is easy to say that the family is in the middle of the road, and the Yuan Mansion in the spiritual world, you have also seen it. The only person close to me is Yuanqing's kid, and because I left home earlier, I haven't met him a few times later. ”

"Tiannu City is the city I built in my early years, so it's inconvenient for me to tell you more about other things. Most of the people there are descendants of my distant relatives, and when it comes to relationships, it is better to be close to me and Yuan Qing. ”

Fang Yuan listened to Yuan Wutian say slowly, it was like telling a bland historical story, but Fang Yuan could feel the helplessness, sadness, vicissitudes, and memories in it. How did a huge family become like that, leaving only a group of relatives and a small servant who couldn't be beaten.

Fang Yuan didn't ask, Yuan Wutian didn't say anything, many things, the past is the past. A lot of pain, what you can talk to people about is not pain, the real pain is that you think about it and you can't talk to people.

The other is that there is no one to talk to, because of that kind of pain, the people you can talk to have left you, and this is the pain of pain.

Yuan Wutian continued: "When I was young, when I went out to travel, I met the girl who gave me this bamboo flute. At that time, I was only pursuing strength, but now that I think about it, I have already broken someone's heart as soon as I entered the rivers and lakes. Many things are like this, when I suddenly look back, the person who was once ashamed of the right is no longer in the world. ”

Fang Yuan looked at this bamboo flute and asked cautiously, "Immortal, are you the god of music?" ”

"Huh? Not really. Yuan Wutian was stunned for a moment, and was a little inexplicable when asked by Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan explained: "Then in this case, this bamboo flute can be regarded as your lovesick thing, why do you want to leave it to me, it is not bad for you to give me other immortal treasures." ”

Yuan Wutian smiled when he heard this, and said: "So that's the case, the so-called immortals are just people with strong mana, and if you want to say that they are in the immortal class, each performing its own duties, there is nothing." ”

Then he looked at the bamboo flute and said to Fang Yuan: "This thing is the most lovesick, but it can't stay with me, I am about to travel in the void, this thing stays with you, waiting for someone in this world." ”

Fang Yuan thought about it, it turned out that this was the case, then he could be regarded as a destined person. He wanted to ask something, but Yuan Wutian didn't give him this opportunity and interrupted Fang Yuan's speech.

Yuan Wutian said: "I won't say much if you ask me about my business, it will affect your cultivation." As for the cultivation method, everyone has their own karma, your eyes, your body, and your soul. ”

Fang Yuan suddenly realized that those cultivators had their own Qi cultivation methods, but their own soul was their own cultivation Dao. Each path may be different, but the purpose of each path is ability, and the different paths are the same.

Yuan Wutian's figure gradually disappeared into the void, and at the same time, three tunes entered Fang Yuan's mind. There was also a passage from Yuan Wutian, where he taught Fang Yuan not to rely too much on immortal treasures, and to devote himself to building his own immortal treasures. As for the method, it is up to Fang Yuan to figure it out by himself.

After Yuan Wutian left, Fang Yuan calmed down, familiar with the three songs, and there was a light cluster in front of him. It was left by Yuan Wutian, and after he became familiar with the song, he touched it, and it was useful.

Three songs, one is called "Requiem", one is called "Dianjiangtai", and one is "All Things".

"Requiem", as the name suggests, is able to calm the soul. I generally know how to use Fang Yuan, and as for the effect, there is no way to test it here, so I can't control my own soul.

"Dianjiangtai" is a song that drives the "spirit", which can stimulate the courage of specific people, just like the ancient dispatch of troops, which is particularly domineering. Fang Yuan tried to blow it, the bamboo flute made a characteristic sound, but there was no response.

Fang Yuan was a little confused, could it be that he was not familiar enough and the tune was not accurate enough? Or should I use the Soul Pupil?

Sure enough, after Fang Yuan used the Soul Pupil, the tune became more accurate. With the ups and downs of the tone, Fang Yuan could feel that his seven chakras were surging, not like a rampage, to be precise, a potential haircut.

The last song "All Things Live", Fang Yuan didn't have any special feeling when it blew, but it gave him a very fresh and sunny feeling. He seemed to see that the saplings were sprouting in the sun, and a strong vitality was born.

After sensing the next three tunes, Fang Yuan closed his eyes and pondered for a while, and then touched the light. Although Yuan Wutian Immortal did not say it explicitly, if it was not bad, he would meet another immortal, an immortal surnamed Liu.

Fang Yuan touched the white light, and a soft suction force was generated, making Fang Yuan's eyes warm and dazzling.

(End of chapter)