The Art of Wind Horns, Tang Lixian's Book of the Later Han Dynasty. There is a cloud in the Biography of Lang Yi: "The wind horn is the wind of the Quartet, and it is also good luck." It is also recorded in the "Records of the Heavens", "The wind is the horn, the animal is ventilated, the four-dimensional wind is the four-dimensional wind, and the yin and yang chaos is stimulated." The inner anger of the Jews is stirred up by joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. Therefore, the spring temperature, its wind temperature to harmony, happy wind, summer vigor, its wind to anger, angry wind, autumn vigor, its wind to be sad, the breeze also, winter weather, its wind is miserable, solid wind. This is the wind of the four seasons, which is the so-called wind of the four squares, and depending on the direction, there are also the winds of the four dimensions. The four dimensions of the earth are different, and the temperature, size, and illness of the wind are also different. Therefore, the wind expresses the nature of heaven and earth. The winds of the four dimensions are collectively referred to as the eight winds. The eight winds are both the winds of the eight directions and the winds of the eight sections.

The art of the wind horn originated from ancient times, and the same as the Japanese, are almost lost spells, and there are only four ancient books in the "Wujing General Essentials", "Lingtai Secret Garden" and the fragment of the manuscript of the "White Ape Book" slightly recorded, in addition to the "Qimen Interpretation of the Secrets" volume four, there are forty-two articles of the wind horn. Vaguely can be introduced to the wind horn of the technique, the ancients understood the unity of heaven and man, the wind is not a thing without a reason, is a signal between heaven and earth. Wind and clouds, thunder and lightning, all of which contain their own gods, have evolved through the evolution of magic, and they are also like the five elements of yin and yang, which are the power of nature that can be used.

Easy to communicate with the Tao, the implementation of the top ten magic can evolve into the Taoist metaphysics, the ever-changing thousand machine techniques are from the three parts of Qimen Dunjia. And the Wind Horn Technique inherited by Shen Wendian, I don't know which predecessor improved it, and it is no longer the magic that can only exercise the Wind Horn Feather Staff. That's why Shen Wendian is so sensitive to the qi of the earth's leylines, he hasn't entered the Dao Gate, and he doesn't know what the magic of the Dao is, but the art of the wind horn is divided into gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, and the twelve winds are supported by the earth, Shen Wendian believes that the current wind angle is definitely not under any Dao technique.

He sneered as he watched the pieces of chicken feathers in the wind and rain break away from the cane, and then fluttered wildly, and the pieces of chicken feathers were sprinkled down, like a wall of feathers, and they were about to intercept the strength in the rain.

However, in Shen Wendian's extremely complicated gaze, the aura that seemed to him to be extremely dangerous, the power from the metaphysical Dao sect, suddenly underwent a strange change, and its real target was not Si Yue and Shen Wenqi, but the mountain map drawn by the lines. It seems that the yellow line that has been evacuated has returned to raindrops and converged into a waterfall, but it makes Shen Wendian believe that there is definitely a power in it that is not weaker than the steel knife, and it will definitely scrape away the simple picture.

Shen Wendian's face turned pale suddenly, he knew the importance of that picture at first glance, just because of Si Yue, he actually had a very complex and chaotic emotion, so that he made a fatal mistake that may be unforgivable for the entire Eastern Ancestral Hall. He ignored the simple picture because of the moon and the art of the wind horn.

In his mind, Si Yue's pale and indifferent face far surpassed the mountain map at this moment, and he could only watch the picture melt away by the rain. This is actually nothing, it was just a sketch engraved on the base of the wall, but Shen Wendian's mind was blank, he didn't remember what the shape of the sketch was.

"Wind Horn! Hey...... The Art of the Wind Horn ......" The rain swirled in the wind, and a dull and suppressed sneer floated out of nowhere in the darkness, and then as if swept away by the cold wind, it faded away and disappeared into the boundless darkness. Shen Wendian didn't seem to hear this voice, he slowly walked out of the darkness with an expressionless face, the wind horn feather staff had been withdrawn by him, and it was now clenched in the hands behind him, it looked like an extremely ordinary feather duster, but the chicken feathers were flying all over the sky, and for some reason the feather staff didn't seem to have changed.

Shen Wenqi was calm, and pulled Siyue up with trembling hands, both of them were covered in muddy water and embarrassed. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Shen Wendian, and he couldn't help but be surprised, "Wendian! What are you doing here? This place is dangerous, get out of here......" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed something unusual.

I saw Shen Wendian raise his head sideways, a few pieces of chicken feathers in the air were still fluttering, and his face was sometimes pale, sometimes flushed, and when he turned his head, Shen Wenqi suddenly felt a palpitation, and couldn't help but take two steps back, he forcibly endured the uneasiness and panic in his heart, "Wendian, you ......"

"Brother Wenqi......" Siyue's voice suddenly sounded, but it startled Shen Wenqi, he was just the person sent out by the East Ancestral Hall to follow Shen Zhifei, so Shen Wenqi didn't know the secrets of the East and West Shrines in Wenfeng Town. Shen Wendian suddenly appeared, and the expression on his face, Shen Wenqi was at a loss.

Siyue suddenly took a step forward and said coldly: "Shen Wendian, you are here to kill us......

As soon as these words came out, Shen Wenqi and Shen Wendian trembled. Shen Wenqi seemed to understand something, he slowly squatted down, and finally sat down weakly in the muddy water. Shen Wendian had a blue face, straightened his waist and abdomen vigorously, and held the feather staff behind his back, trembling constantly.

At this moment, a feather suddenly fell off somehow, and just after a whirl, about to be soaked by the rain to the ground, a slanting wind swept by, and the chicken feather "whirred" towards the southeast.

Shen Wendian's body shook again, and his face changed dramatically, he suddenly put the feather staff in front of him, stretched out his hand to tear off a piece of feather, and threw it in the wind and rain, and then watched the chicken feathers fly to the southeast, and couldn't help muttering, "It's Chang'an......" He seemed to have forgotten that there were still Siyue and Shen Wenqi beside him, "Chang'an!" Chang'an!"

(Chang'an, Chang'an, I don't know why, the outline, including the details of the story, are all clear in my mind, but when it comes to really writing, I always write very slowly, and it seems that there is something in the dark that doesn't let me ink too much on certain content, damn, it's weird.) ）