Mingshu and Li Xiang set up tents, picked some fresh fruits, and sat down on the grass.

Li Xiang asked Mingshu: "This is an oasis, are there creatures?"

Mingshu said: "Yes, I can't see it just because they are hiding underground. Do you want to see them? I can call them out. ”

Li Xiang still remembered that Mingshu had said that the creatures of Jiuqiu were tired of singing, and asked tentatively, music? Mingshu nodded. Lee wanted to say that your last song didn't show them up. Mingshu said that they like a cheerful rhythm. She asked Li Xiang to help grow a musical instrument, which was called consolidating Li Xiang's soul planting skills, but in fact, she was reluctant to give up her own energy points, and Li Xiang had 8,000 energy points in his hands. Sister Shu wants to eat big things carefully, Li Xiang also knows it, but Sister Shu has paid so much for him these days, how can he be stingy with these hundreds of energy points. He remembered that when he first came to Jiuqiu, Sister Mingshu was full of gratitude for taking care of his small movements of measuring the grass with her feet. These days, the companionship of Yang Mingtai's brothers and sisters has also warmed his heart more and more. Even Mingshu felt that this big boy was becoming more and more humane.

After receiving information from Mingshu, Li Xiang took out a two-pattern silver. The seeds were given by Yang Mingtai, one hundred and ten, ranging from one silver seed to two gold seeds. Li Xiang took the seed in his hand, and did not stick it to the center of his eyebrows, just looked at it, the four-leaf clover mark in the center of his eyebrows lit up, and his consciousness easily probed into the seed. Mingshu looked at Li Xiang's eyebrows seriously, she had been pondering this question that she had never answered, why Li Xiang's mark was a four-leaf clover.

The seeds are also conscious of the sea, just small and pitiful, filled with white mist. Li Xiang used simulated low-frequency waves to pile up and depict the fog, and after a while, a combined instrument composed of fog appeared in the Seed Consciousness Sea, and the rest of the white fog was swept away. On the right side of the instrument is a high and a low two-sided drum, in the middle is a bang and a drumstick, and on the left side there are three brackets, which hold the horn, the single-hole flute and the pan flute respectively, and the rack is set to a height of 50 cm, which is suitable for sitting and playing. Li Xiang carved the inside of the instrument again until every detail was not missed, and then withdrew from the sea of seed consciousness. The seeds are planted, and the combined instrument grows, and there are long roots under the instrument that connect to the rhizome of Yu Wan, which is specially requested by Mingshu, and only the items that leave the roots can be returned. Mingshu checked each instrument component and was quite satisfied, so she raised her hand and rubbed it twice on Li Xiang's head, "I think my brother is doing a good job, sit down obediently and watch my sister perform." With a "miss brother", Li Xiang's face began to get hot, but fortunately it was not conspicuous under the red moon.

Mingshu sat cross-legged in front of the instrument, playing the single-hole flute, and after the piccolo let out a long bird's song, her right hand slapped heavily on the drum, and the dull drum sound echoed. The horn sounded, and it was vigorous. The two hands jump lightly on the drum surface, and the drum beat comes and goes, high and low. The grass began to move, and suddenly something seemed to break through the ground. As the bangzi joined, the drumming gradually intensified. Pieces of turf were lifted, and more than a dozen strange animals appeared on the grass, most of them were alone, and the four "marmots" were the largest group, they were as thick as the marmots, and their bodies were fat, but they had no eyes and two star-shaped noses. The star-nosed marmot slapped in a row, and the people stood up and chirped, the sound was like a whistle, and after the body swayed slightly, the two thick hind limbs began to stomp on the ground quickly, as if they were kicking him to dance. Cheerful notes danced out of the pan flute, some of the Indian style, but more brisk and clearer. Mingshu held a mallet in his left hand, and formed a palm with his right hand, quickly slapping on the drum body, his hand speed was too fast, leaving an afterimage. Although there are only two drums, there seem to be more than 10 drums playing in an ensemble. The drum beat is sometimes subdued, sometimes sonorous, the rhythm is changeable, and the drum sound is full. The steamed beetle flies to the horn and flapps its wings quickly, making a clattering sound. The horse-faced armored beast flicked its long tail and struck it on its back armor. The round ferret rolls over and squeezes its belly with its limbs, giving a long, high-pitched whistle from its tail with each press. However, its fart was apparently unwelcome, and a blind snake swept it away with its tail. The blind snake swam in front of the star-nosed marmot, erected its front half and twisted its torso. The rest of the underground dwellers gathered in a circle, standing in a half-squat, pouting their buttocks and raising their heads, raising their forelimbs above their heads, taking three steps forward and three steps back, and making various sounds one after another from their mouths, as if they were praying for blessings and celebrations. Although there were many chorus-joiners, the drums were not messy. They are veterans of the game for many years and know how to work together. With the addition of these primitive and rustic elements, the movement is even more full. The drums beat became more and more rapid, the flute sound became more ethereal, and the participants became more cheerful. The concert lasted nearly half an hour before it ended.

After the dance party, the natives returned to their underground dens. Mingshu stopped one of the guys with long hands and short feet. Mingshu said, "Ke Yu Teng". The other party responded with "Ke Xue Teng". Mingshu seems to be proficient in the other party's language, and there is no lag in communication. Mingshu was very careful, and did not forget to introduce to Li Xiang during the exchange, "Ke Xue Teng You" is the name of their planet, and it is also the self-name of the planet's residents, and it is also a greeting. Li Xiang took a closer look at this Ke Yu Teng Yu, according to the aesthetic standards of human beings, Ke Yu Teng Yu's appearance is indeed not flattering, just like an old bacon with limbs attached, the forelimbs are very long, and there is an exoskeleton covered with short spines on the outside of the forelimbs, some of which resemble the bark of a thorn tree, and the two sides of the exoskeleton are hard bristles like brushes. The hind limbs are short and stout. When Li Xiang looked at it, Ke Xue Teng also turned to Li Xiang, and his hind limbs bent downward. Mingshu said that this was their greeting etiquette, Li Xiang was a little at a loss, first nodded, and then paused in the same way as Ke Xue Teng. Mingshu smiled and said, "There is no need to be like this, Ke Yu Teng has dealt with humans many times, and we can use our own greetings." ”

Mingshu and Ke Xue Teng exchanged words very quickly, and Li couldn't interject if he didn't understand. At this moment, he felt an obscure fluctuation of consciousness, and he turned his head sharply to see an old man standing more than ten meters away. To be precise, the phantom of an old man. The ultra-low-frequency consciousness wave in its natural form is what people call "ghosts". Li Xiang looked at the "ghost" steadily, Mingshu also spoke, and Ke Xue Teng said that Meng Fan's ghost lived here...... Li Xiang interrupted Mingshu, "Sister Shu, I saw it." Mingshu also turned around and looked at Li Xiang's line of sight, but saw nothing.

As he spoke, the revenant had come to them lightly, and the revenant was an old man with a kind face, white hair and a shawl, a foot long beard under his chin, and a robe covered with no wind. It nodded to Ke Yu Teng You, Ke Xue Teng paused his body, Li Xiang realized that Ke Xue Teng was a "psychic", Ming Shu was a little dazed, but fortunately, Ke Xue Teng was understanding, and after greeting the dead soul, he explained something to her.

The revenant turned to Li Xiang, and a greeting came from Li Xiang's mind, "Hello, young man, old man Meng Fan." ”

Li Xiang was taken aback, Meng Fan had passed away for five or six thousand years, but his consciousness had not yet dissipated.

Meng Fan Revenant laughed, "Have you heard of me? Are you surprised?" Its laughter was peaceful, and there was no so-called ghostly spirit. Li Xiang nodded at the dead soul, it is difficult for ordinary people to retain their consciousness for a hundred years after death, let alone thousands of years. Meng Fan Revenant said, "You can take a look, I know you can." Li wanted to understand what the old man of the dead soul meant, if it was put in the past, he wouldn't dare, but Brother Tai also said that the dead soul can only affect emotions at most.

Li Xiang slowly leaned out the simulated ultra-low frequency wave, this was the first time Li Xiang communicated with the revenant, so he was extra careful, not afraid that the other party would hurt him, but that he was afraid that he would hurt the other party. Connected with the old man's soul, Li Xiang was inexplicably frightened, where did he see the old man, but a mist wrapped in countless small fragments of consciousness waves, that fog was also an ultra-low frequency wave, it was a mass of obsession, Li Xiang read a word from it: watch. Li Xiang retracted his simulated consciousness wave.

"For thousands of years, my soul has been shattered, and if it weren't for this obsession, I would have dissipated. Meng Fan said.

"Why bother?" Li Xiang felt a little bitter in his heart, "Guard?"

The old man's soul shook his head: "It's just that I can't let go of the villagers who have been with me for thousands of years." Every year, they pray, sing, dance, and harvest here, and I watched them from afar, contented. Just now, your singing and dancing woke me up, and I thought the villagers were back, so I came to take a look, hoping it didn't disturb you. ”

Li Xiang said, "Your consciousness has been shattered to the point where it can't support reincarnation, is it worth it?"

"How can you not be satisfied with watching the person you care for for 10,000 years, such a lifetime?" The old man's words touched Li Xiang a lot, he never thought that a person could be so selfless and a benevolent heart could be so broad.

"If one day I can help you restore your soul, would you be willing to reincarnate?" Li Xiang was a little unrelenting.

"In that case, I'm willing to stay here for another 10,000 years, and you're willing to help me?" the old man asked rhetorically.

Li Xiang sighed secretly, silent, and said for a long time, "Okay!" After a while, he asked the old man, "Can you tell me your story." ”