The old man's thin, swarthy, dirt-stained hand reached into his bosom and took out a flute. The material of the flute is made from the bones of some kind of animal, and the length is about one. The flute was placed to his lips, his fingers pressed, and a sharp, goosebump-inducing sound was heard.

With this voice, Wen Xiaotian's pores closed in an instant, and goosebumps puffed up one after another, and his whole body sobbed involuntarily.

His ears, which can hear both ultrasound and infrasound, have a wide range of hearing, which makes every subtle change in the sound of the flute heard. In this way, the lethality of the flute is too great...... The scalp was tight, and Wen Xiaotian gritted his teeth firmly.

When the flute sounded the first note, Wen Xiaotian already knew who this old guy was.

Xia Jie.

An agent from the future, who cultivates the Xuanwu True Solution. Later, on a mission, he was selected by Kyushu Ding, returned to the last years of the Xia Dynasty, and became a witch. Wen Xiaotian, who has watched Wu Song, is simply too familiar with this character, there is no doubt that this is a scumbag, a bastard who makes people gnash his teeth.

He has a body of cultivation, but in fact, he can't change anything, and until now, it's just self-love and self-pity. It was probably the remorse in his heart and the memory in his heart that made him a scholar who was too sloppy and walked in the world. Otherwise, his remorse would have been even heavier.

Xia Jie is a sad person.

At this moment, Xia Jie is the closest person to the Heavenly Dao, but he is also used by the Heavenly Dao.

Wen Xiaotian didn't know why Xia Jie wanted to play a tune for himself, but he knew that as long as he persevered and listened to this tune, he would definitely get great benefits. So although the song was sharp and harsh, and the unbearable torment went deep into his bones and soul, he still stood upright.

This is a monotonous song, but it is not simple, the hall master of the Hidden Witch Palace, although it means that there is only one person left, and after so many years, he has become a bit fucked, but he will definitely not do those meaningless things. Just like the Hidden Witch Hall Master Taiyi back then.

The notes are changing......

Gradually, Wen Xiaotian heard that the sound of this piece seemed simple, but in fact, its sound contained a large number of syllables that could resonate with some aspects of the human body. Some of these syllables can be heard by ordinary people, and some can only be heard by Wen Xiaotian himself. Although this piece is unpleasant, these syllables are unpretentious and induce changes in his body.

The thick true element in his body seemed to come to life and was flowing endlessly in his body. Under the maid's outfit, Wen Xiaotian's muscles contracted to the greatest extent, and his skin became pitch black, and waves of black and shiny things like scales formed on it. These scale-like things crawl all over the body.

Wen Xiaotian clenched his fists hard, using his greatest perseverance to endure.

"You have to hold back."

Wen Xiaotian cheered herself up, the sweat had completely soaked her thick maid outfit, and the weight of the clothes on her body had more than tripled. Wool material that absorbs water easily.

After a startling high-pitched sound, the sound of the flute began to soften. Wen Xiaotian gasped for breath, his eyes were already full of exhaustion. A voice came from Xia Jie's mouth, and he was surprisingly playing the flute while speaking, "Not bad...... I was able to stick to the first half of the Requiem. Attention, the middle and second parts of this requiem are a little more difficult, so I can't help it, so I just say it. ”

An even harsher voice rang out.

In one syllable, there are dozens of note variations. Wen Xiaotian's spirit, which had just relaxed, was stimulated by the sound of the flute, and his face immediately turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out and sprayed on the inside of the mask. His fist clenched harder, and the soul transfer ** was also used.

Not for others, but for yourself.

"Wen Xiaotian, you must be able to persevere, you must be able to ......"

"This person is Xia Jie, a blood-red Xianxia, this is definitely a first-class character, and he is the closest person to the Heavenly Dao. You can't miss this opportunity......"

"You are Wen Xiaotian, you can't, who can?"

“……”

"Wen Xiaotian, don't let yourself look down on yourself."

While suggesting to himself, Wen Xiaotian used his best ability to resist. The sound of the flute in the middle section has indeed changed, becoming more unbearable. Wen Xiaotian struggled to concentrate his mind, stripped his attention away from the flute sounds themselves, and began to dismember them.

Oh...... Does this one sound contain a combination of forty-five notes?

There are twenty-seven of these voices.

……

Well? It seems to be a matrix of numbers. No, it's the way the formations are combined.

With the transfer of attention and mental concentration, Wen Xiaotian's pain decreased. Every time one of those voices appeared, Wen Xiaotian would think about its composition. After a little bit like this, when the middle section of the song ended, Wen Xiaotian had already stored a large number of scores in his mind.

These voices have been carved into his head.

"Now, it's the final part......

Xia Jie was a little surprised by Wen Xiaotian's performance. Originally, he was just a good little girl, and he couldn't be scanned by his own divine thoughts. Then he had the heart to push it to see if he could have any impact on the Heavenly Dao. Originally, Xia Jie thought that Wen Xiaotian could only listen to the first part.

The reality is unexpected.

Wen Xiaotian not only listened to the beginning, but also listened to the middle part, and now he has to listen to the end.

At the end, for the first time, more than a thousand notes appeared in one syllable. These notes were uncomplicatedly combined, and Wen Xiaotian barely memorized some after missing three or five. Memorize the notes alone, ignoring the piece itself, so that the destructive power of the sound doesn't matter.

Wen Xiaotian analyzed little by little, the song went straight to the point, and after a while, it was over.

Wen Xiaotian's body was soaked with sweat, and after he stood for a while, he sat down cross-legged. In his mind, starting from the simplest part of the first part, Wen Xiaotian recalled those notes little by little, and his vocal cords involuntarily made corresponding sounds according to that note.

The vocal bone flute is more varied, and Wen Xiaotian's vocal cords can simulate almost everything in the world. This includes ultrasound and infrasound.

When the first syllable came out, Xia Jie's face changed.

This is followed by the second syllable, the third syllable...... The first part of the song was sung by Wen Xiaotian, and from a distance, it sounded like a madman, crying to the sky, crying like a complaint.

The essence of this song is crying.

The first thing humans do when they come into this world is to cry, because they all have to suffer. In order to commemorate such suffering, there is such a song. Xia Jie looked at Wen Xiaotian with some incredulity, and forgot to pretend to be an old man. "Obediently, is he still a human voice?"

You must know that even a witch needs an instrument to play such music.

Wen Xiaotian didn't stop, he sang to the second part, and when he was about to end, he couldn't sing anymore. The voice stopped abruptly, Xia Jie looked at Wen Xiaotian with bright eyes, and when Wen Xiaotian opened his eyes and was a little confused, he shouted: "Little girl, what's your name?" Is it good to be an old man's disciple? ”

"Damn, Lao Tzu also has a day when he is kneeled and licked and asked to be an apprentice......" Wen Xiaotian felt proud for a moment. On the surface, he made a calm appearance, pretending to be stupid and cute, "Who are you?" Such an ugly flute, I don't want to learn it from you. Old man, you have been out for so long, does your family know? ”

Hmph, I won't tell you, my brother has already seen through your true body. And...... Well, Xuanwu Zhenjie's appearance of cultivating and transforming into a humanoid gorilla is really a bit unappetizing.

Xia Jie sighed, "Hey, family, it's long gone." ”

"Oh."

"Also, the clansmen are dead, even the daughter-in-law is dead, and she is really alone." Thinking about it from this aspect, Xia Jie is actually quite pitiful. This is the sorrow of government workers, just like Xiang Shaolong, afraid of changing the history of a yarn, in fact, if you go, isn't it equivalent to a change?

What a painful setting this is, the poor child must have been brainwashed by the Erpen Scientist.

Xia Jie asked again: "Little girl, have you thought about it?" ”

Wen Xiaotian tugged at the corners of his mouth and said, "Then what else do you have the ability to?" ”

Of course, Xia Jie's ability is great, but Wen Xiaotian still has to show himself the level of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl in the Yanwang Mansion. Do you say it's easy to pretend to be a maid and tender? Xia Jie smiled, a strange syllable came out of his mouth, and a seal was formed in his hands.

Suddenly a large white cloud appeared in the sky, forming a smiling face.

Well, this ability is very rebellious.

"Wow, that's amazing."

Perform perfectly, add ten points, why don't you hurry up and beg your brother to be your apprentice? I promise, this time it will be a small refusal, and I will say yes. After all, girls have to be reserved......

Phew, it's a little messy, our bodies, our hearts, are still men's.

"That's nature...... Little girl, would you like to be my apprentice? ”

"I ......"

Deliberately hesitate.

"Yes."

Xia Jie was happy, clapping his hands and laughing, like a crazy old man. After laughing for a while, he took out a small crystal pendant from his arms and handed it to Wen Xiaotian. said: "This is for you, and the things you will cultivate in the future are all in it." Open the way to find ...... by yourself"

"What is this?"

"This one. It was originally going to be given to your master, but unfortunately there is no chance. Giving it to you can be regarded as a teacher, but it is a thought. ”

"Oh, is that lady beautiful?"

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