After Guo Jianhao left the Heavenly Array Sect, he found that this was an inaccessible mountaintop. This is Taibai Mountain, a mountain range of the Qinling Mountains, and it is not surprising that there are high mountains.

But even the highest peak of the Qinling Mountains can't surpass my family's Kunlun. In the winter in my hometown, the mountains are covered with heavy snow, and even so, the disciples of the sect will resist the biting cold wind and practice martial arts on the practice floor.

There is no snow to cover here, and the pine trees sway violently under the huge wind and waves. Guo Jianhao has already searched this pine forest, but no one has appeared, the disciples of the Heavenly Array Sect are really strange, since it is their own boundary, they don't know where there is no one for hundreds of miles nearby?

But no one bothered, so it happened to be a good place to practice the tobacco flute.

Guo Jianhao closed his eyes and sensed the appearance of the fairy playing the bamboo flute. The rustling bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest fall, and the leaves are like smoke and mist, so this flute is called the tobacco leaf flute.

With the feeling, Guo Jianhao pretended to blow away the leaf flute in his mouth.

"What's going on, when I usually play, the clear sound of the flute spreads quickly, how can I only hear my own flute this time?"

Guo Jianhao muttered to himself, feeling that the method was wrong, and he would do it again.

But as soon as the music was played, the sound of the leaves was broken. He thought for a moment, and then realized that the reason why the sound could not be transmitted was because the pine trees were blocking the sound.

He flew up and landed on top of a towering pine tree, and suddenly found himself uncomfortable standing on it. The leaves of the other trees are all leaves, and the leaves of the pine trees are like pinpricks, and the wind pours into the stomach, and the mouth is frozen, how can you play the flute?

"Kid, you've got your foot on my face, can you get out of the way?"

"Who's talking? My feet? ”

Guo Jianhao looked down at his feet, he didn't step on anyone's face?

He was looking for it, and the pine tree swung its branches, and he was swept straight out.

Only then did Guo Jianhao understand that the pine tree was the so-called cultivating species, it could already speak and perceive people, but why did it not have a human form?

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were cultivating, how far I am."

"I saw you wandering around here for two hours, I just told you to play the flute, I guess you got it wrong, and this is a pine forest, you can't make any sound, you can only hear your own voice in the woods."

"Uncle Pine, then you say that my way is wrong, where am I wrong?"

"Maybe you can still blow a sound in the willow forest, the poplar forest, every tree in our pine forest is cultivating, you will affect them, they will not help you."

Guo Jianhao seemed to be in the wrong place, because Long Hua only heard him say that he was leaving the Heavenly Array Sect for a day, and he didn't understand his purpose, so he casually opened a passage for him.

"Little white cat, you're making trouble again, aren't you cultivating well?"

Guo Jianhao heard a woman's voice, looked up, and it seemed that a pine tree was swinging next to him, and it was thrown onto the pine tree that he was talking to just now.

"It's not that I haven't cultivated, it's this person who came here to disturb me, and he is practicing playing the flute."

"Little white cat, almost no one comes here, you are telling lies!"

This pine tree is actually called the name of a little white cat, have they never seen what a cat looks like? Guo Jianhao couldn't help laughing.

"There is really a person here, little white cat, your mother has lost her eyes, and she knows that she will strictly discipline your cultivation, let's go play!"

There are pine trees talking again.

"Little rabbit, don't always pull me to play, my mother will beat me."

Guo Jianhao saw that these pine trees were all talking nonsense, and if he didn't practice well, Lin Yufei would come to ask him why he couldn't conjure a fake tobacco leaf flute, which would be crippled.

"Don't make any noise, I looked at it from above, this kid seems to be learning a unique spell, if you don't help him, you will also lose your cultivation to adulthood!"

An old man's voice came from the side, and the other conversations were quiet, Guo Jianhao turned around and found that this pine tree was very strong, and if people hugged it, it was estimated that there would be five people to hold it.

Grandpa Tree revealed his body, but he didn't really incarnate.

"Kid, why did you come to the Outer Forest? This is the boundary of the Heavenly Array Sect. ”

"Grandpa, I came in by mistake, and I didn't know that this was the boundary, how offensive, please forgive me, if it doesn't work, I'll go to practice elsewhere."

"If you call me grandpa, I want to be happy, in fact, I am only in my early fifties, and all pine trees can live for a long time if they cultivate, and they will ascend into people for thousands of years, and become immortals in ten thousand years."

Isn't it older than Elder Xu Qing when calculated in this way, is this the immortal tree that the fire dragon said?

"Then I have to call you uncle, I came here to practice playing the flute, I didn't want to disturb the people of the Heavenly Array Sect, but I didn't expect the border."

"Is the flute you play called the tobacco flute?"

Uncle this tree could see that this way of playing was called this name, and he had never called these pine trees by their names. Since it knows the name, it's not easy to tell lies.

"Uncle, this is indeed called the tobacco flute, I have played it here twice and it has not worked, what is wrong with me?"

"It's not too much of a mistake, it's just that it's impossible to stand still and play the tobacco leaf flute, and you haven't figured out the feeling of the smoke yet, you just think about the meaning of the leaf. In this way, you can only play by having a tree appear, which is not okay. ”

So demanding? Can't play on the spot? In the future, you have to use the tobacco flute often to make it?

Guo Jianhao felt that he couldn't meet this standard, and suddenly, he was thrown out, and he could still react, he had already entered the stormy waves. I thought it was seawater, but in fact, it was a huge wind that melted the snow on the mountain into water.

He went into the windswept at once.

"Now you're in the middle of the turn, and you're starting to blow the flute!"

It turned out that Grandpa Tree threw him out, and he began to feel the appearance of the leaves, but the wind was too strong for him to notice the appearance of the leaves.

"I don't think about the leaves anymore, I think about the appearance of the flute, the fairy flute with twenty holes, I think about the feeling of blowing, and give up the idea of the leaves!"

Grandpa Tree roars down there! Feel the feeling of blowing, don't want to have leaves!

Feelings, what are feelings? Guo Jianhao closed his eyes, he thought that when the fairy played the flute, he didn't seem to see the flute appear, and the bamboo leaves were like green colors that intensified together, and the next chapter of the book was over.

The way to teach chess in the next chapter is like an ink painting flipping over, like smoke. Is this like smoke?

Guo Jianhao took advantage of this insight to blow the tobacco flute for the first time, and he suddenly found that there seemed to be a sound that broke through and crashed into the wind.

"You have some ability, according to my observation, you should have hundreds of years of cultivation, practice, this flute is in your hand, but the tobacco flute is only the first layer of internal force."

First layer of internal forces? That is to say, the four societies of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting need four layers of internal force? He wanted to ask how long the internal strength of the four layers would take, but Uncle Shu stopped talking, but the wind continued.

Guo Jianhao had no choice but to continue practicing, and in order to get himself into the feeling of walking, he stepped into a stronger wind.

But after forcing himself, his nose couldn't breathe, and his arms couldn't be lifted at all! We must find a way to break through this hurricane!

He froze his body, and there was an obsession in his mind that he could play powerful tunes with his eyes. Then a bright light was released, and the golden waves in the entire sky changed the direction of the gale.

He stepped on the wind and began to practice the tobacco flute, but he didn't do it again and again, until his mouth was already foaming, he couldn't make a sound anymore, and the wind under his feet seemed to have wandered through the clouds.

Guo Jianhao's hand could no longer be lifted, he was sweating all over his body, but he was extremely relieved, he was holding a flute in his hand.

He flew down, and the sun was just setting.

"Uncle Shu, I'm leaving, and I don't know when I'll see you again."

"I'll see you again if you have a flute now, the formation of the Heavenly Array Sect shouldn't be able to stop you, but don't break in, after all, the borders of this sect are everywhere, we pine trees are greedy for fun, but people are very harmonious, not all borders are like this. Everyone played the flute when they had time, and everyone was very happy. ”

Guo Jianhao clapped his hands, and at this time, a gap appeared in the sky, it should be a disciple of the Heavenly Array Sect who sent him back to the sect, and he flew towards the gap.