[Chapter 56: Strife]

"Seeing that the dean was so serious before, it turned out that it was really difficult to ......" Lu Buqi threw aside the fresh bamboo material in his hand, which was already the ninth fresh bamboo material he scrapped.

However, Lu Buqi is not without any gains, at least, the data in his mind is now becoming clearer and clearer, just like just now, he finally determined what is the best distance between the blowing hole and the rear sound hole of this E tone sound.

On the ground, Lu Buqi clearly wrote some □□ numbers that this shijie person couldn't understand, and those were some of the results of his test.

Lu Buqi definitely has the potential to be a scientist, and his research spirit is very strong......

For four days in a row, Lu Bu didn't give up and didn't sleep, and he went back to Qingyun Mountain again halfway, cut a bundle of Yunyu bamboo, and scrapped fifty or sixty fresh bamboo materials, and finally remembered all the half-vague numbers in his mind.

And even in this case, the five avian bionic fists that have not been abandoned these days have not fallen, and the five kinds of standing piles are practicing over and over again.

This means that there is no one in the wilderness, otherwise if someone sees it, they will definitely regard Lu Buqi as a madman.

After washing his face by the stream beside him, Lu Buqi walked around the large □□ number after he came back, and finally took out the three bamboo sticks that Qi Nanlu gave him.

In other words, Lu Bu's shiyan is finished, and he is going to really make a bamboo flute......

These few days are destined to be difficult days for birds and beasts in the forest, but by this Zuihou day, I am afraid that the birds and beasts are gradually getting used to it, and the flute sound is becoming more and more beautiful and loud.

On this day, a light rain fell in the early morning sky, blocking the pace of the rising sun, and when the sun showed its little face from the stratus clouds, the foothills of Qingyun Mountain fluttered a clear and distant flute sound.

The birds no longer frighten, the hares no longer hide, if anyone passes by here, they will definitely feel that this flute is beautiful and natural, the melody is elegant and comfortable, like the sound of nature.

Even the blood lion, who was originally bored eating grass and grinding his teeth, couldn't help but let out a joyful hiss at the end of the flute to harmonize with it.

Lu Buqi's happy daxiao sound also resounded through the foothills, because he didn't borrow someone else's hand, and finally made a bamboo flute that belonged to him completely.

The song just now, the track is called "Gusu Xing", which is a flute song that Lu Buqi likes very much, and it is also one of the dozen flute songs that Lu Buqi is most familiar with in his memory. After so many years, even the body is different, but when it comes to playing, Lu Buqi doesn't have the slightest sense of rustiness.

The memory, because of this flute song, became extraordinarily clear. The past of the previous life, at this moment, seems to have once again dissolved into the life of Lu Bu, maybe this is the inheritance of Liliang.

But when Lu Buqi returned to Sanbuju, before he could tell Long Buli the good news, Long Buli had already counted him down.

Long Buli crossed his waist with one hand, and stared at Lu Buqi with a cold face: "What do you not learn, you actually learn from me to play missing?"

Lu Buqi pinched the tip of his nose and smiled bitterly: "I didn't play missing, didn't Nian Yan tell me my wishes?"

"Willing? Just the words 'go out'? I didn't tell me the time or place, don't you know that the godmothers are very worried? If you don't come back, grandpa will probably send someone out to find him. Long Buli was obviously very annoyed, and said in his mouth: "It's too unauthentic to have fun and run out to play alone!"