Jiang Chen couldn't help but hold his breath!

At this time, Zhang Baihui finally finished singing the last word of the trumpet.

It was silent, but there was a faint clicking sound, which was so faint that it was not sure if it was a hallucination.

He didn't dare to move, only looked at Zhang Baihui tightly.

The other party suddenly turned his face to him, grinning a very bright smile, and even his snow-white teeth shone brightly.

Before Jiang Chen could understand the meaning of his expression, the other party suddenly slammed his foot to the ground in front of him!

In an instant, Jiang Chen started from his scalp and became numb!

He reacted quickly, knowing that if it was really an avalanche, the teacher in front of him would not put his life in danger, but after all, there were many accidents in the face of natural disasters, and he still reached out and touched the Qiankun ring just in case.

As soon as things change, be prepared to try to teleport yourself in as soon as possible.

With Zhang Baihui's stomping, the original subtle clicking sound was sparsely connected, making it impossible to ignore looking at the hillside!

On the snowy slope, sure enough, several cracks spread.

At this time, he only felt that he could not change the situation in front of him, and was even a little angry, wanting to ask what Zhang Baihui was going to do.

It's just that the other party put his hand on his shoulder and stopped what he was about to say, staring at the slope with a very casual expression.

He was puzzled, but he had no choice but to stare at the avalanche that was already close in front of him.

It's just that the imaginary crash and white waves did not come.

Indeed, the snow cracked. There was a sound and a sound of cracking.

Yes, the snow is also sliding downward, but it is much less powerful than expected.

It was like a beauty who had lost her clothes, and what was torn apart was only a thin layer covering the surface, and as the friction could not support it, it fell to the ground like a thin veil slipping off, and disappeared in the infinite white expanse.

Jiang Chen was stunned and looked at all this in a daze.

Because it is completely impossible, it is not at all in accordance with the laws of physics, and the coffin plates of De Sazolius and Newton cannot be pressed by his teeth.

No amount of clever control can tightly shake off the surface of the snow without affecting the internal snowmelt.

"Let's practice. Zhang Baihui said lightly as if he had just peeled an orange peel just now: "If you practice to my level, it can be regarded as a beginner." ”

He still couldn't accept the reality in front of him, and couldn't help but ask, "How?"

The other party didn't seem to be too lazy to answer his question, and as if he had asked a very ignorant question, he only glanced at him lightly: "Hundred are refined into steel, and the iron pestle sharpens the needle." ”

Jiang Chen glanced at the location where the snow had fallen just now, and the hillside where nothing seemed to have happened, well, it seems that he still has a lot to learn.

happened to have a musical instrument with him, and Zhang Baihui had no opinion, so he simply used Tao Xun instead of singing - after all, he himself had no way to face his own singing.

But the teacher, who didn't know where to take out a curtain of broken straw mats, spread them on the snow, and lay down on them, basking in the sun as if he were waking up from a dream.

As far as my contact with this teacher is concerned, the other party has been able to lie down or not sit, can sit or stand, and is really lazy.

He can already simply blow two tunes to Xun, but intermittently, sometimes dumb two notes, and now because his heart is full of snow, he is even more out of breath, and he doesn't dare to use force at all.

It is a very leisurely and vigorous instrument, and although the cavity is small, the sound it produces is simple and lingering.

Zhang Baihui was lying on the ground, and there was a pair to correct him:

"Raise your hands a little higher, why haven't you eaten enough!

So he blew again and again, but the other party was still dissatisfied: "What about your 'spirit'! I can't hear the soul and dreams from your music!"

Jiang Chen secretly slandered in his heart, my parents have a smooth life and a dull fate, how can there be so many tragic stories that can carry my music dreams.

However, he understood what the other party meant, and then tried to send the spirit in his body to the instrument through the breath, and he didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he felt that the notes that were blown out seemed to be full.

"Very well, go on. After saying this, Zhang Baihui didn't say a word again, and it seemed like he was asleep.

Jiang Chen was trembling and blowing intermittently, what he didn't expect was that the demand for the spirit of the instrument was very huge, if he didn't stop using the spirit to infuse the breath, basically as long as the time of a song, the body would be exhausted.

So rest and come again.

After practicing over and over again, before I knew it, it was already dark, and the sound of beasts chirping and wings fluttering in the forest came.

He finally put down his instrument and stopped practicing.

It's just that in my heart, I gradually have an understanding of Zhang Baihui's intentions.

More than once in the process of playing, he felt the spirit that blended into nature with the instrument.

When he closed his eyes, he could hear the distant birds and beasts singing, the bees collecting the pollinate and the butterflies flying, and the smell of the earth and the blades of grass—as if his body had swelled to infinity and become an infinite stream of wind, clouds, and water, touching every corner of the forest and mountains, including every crevice on the slopes.

When he plays, he is no longer him, but this landscape, flowers and birds, all things in the world.

It was only when he stopped playing that the feeling came to an abrupt end.

He was back to himself, a simple and small human being.

This was a state that had never been seen in any previous course, and he was very happy and a little dazed.

On a giant tree above his head, a drop of night dew fell on Zhang Baihui's face, and the other party sat up like a child and rubbed his eyes: "What time is it?"

Jiang Chen replied honestly: "It's eight o'clock, teacher." ”

It's just that the blank look in his eyes hasn't completely faded.

"Alright. Zhang Baihui stood up, put away his straw mat, patted his butt and said, "It's scattered, and it will continue tomorrow." ”

After saying that, he walked down the mountain, and waved his hand at Jiang Chen without looking back: "Don't follow me, go back by yourself." Then he disappeared into the mountains and forests in a few steps.

Jiang Chen didn't rush back to rest, he just stood in place, looking at the stars in the sky.

It's funny to say that just now he actually had a doubt like "who am I".

It was an indescribable feeling, in some time just now, he could not find the edge between himself and nature, and at that moment he suddenly did not want to face his identity very much, and only wanted to melt forever in the wind, in the trees, and among the clouds. And in the process, he also forgot to worry about avalanches and no longer cared about the passage of time.

At that moment, all cultivators and soulless people seemed so small, and the differences between human beings were so insignificant.

It's just that the feeling of that moment, before he can capture it, it is fleeting.

I don't know how long I stood in a daze like this, and then I walked slowly down the mountain like I had lost my soul.

The boundless sense of emptiness just now, every time he took a step towards the lights of the world, it disappeared a point.

By the time he returned to his lodgings, it was already past ten o'clock.

He finally couldn't find the feeling he had just now, and only one Jiang Chen was left who was busy in Boyang Academy.

It's like a dream, but I'm a little tired.

Jingyu went out for night training again, he left a door for the other party, and sent a message to inform him that he planned to rest in advance, but he was vaguely looking forward to going to Zhang Baihui tomorrow.

Lying on the bed, the light of the mobile phone refracted in the pupils, is a message from the book keeper.

It was just a photograph and nothing else captioned.

He didn't know what the other party wanted to say, so he clicked on the picture and zoomed in to take a closer look.

But after observing it like this, it once again broke all of Jiang Chen's sleepiness!

The background of the photo is a little blurry, so I can't see it clearly, but vaguely it should be a shopping mall or a shopping street or something, and the crowd is a little crowded

Among the people photographed, there was a man circled in red, with only a side face, looking very young and a student atmosphere.

The most important thing is that Jiang Chen is too familiar with that face!

Because now, I have the same face as this person.