Yuwen Cheyun said lightly, and his expression was also calm and indifferent.

"Your Royal Highness, will you be pure-hearted?" Momoori asked in surprise.

"I don't know if it's true. Spotted said contemptuously, it seemed that its attitude towards Yu Wenche had always been very unfriendly, and what it said always had some sarcasm.

Momoori patted it, meaning to make it pay attention to what it said, and then said, "Whether it's true or not, you'll know when you play it." ”

In fact, at first, Momoori was also a little unbelieving, because the Qingxin ballad had been lost for a long time, not that Yuwen Che lied to them, but it was just that he had learned a tune, also called the Qingxin Ballad.

But when Yu Wenche took out the jade flute he carried with him at his waist, Momoori guessed that his pure heart ballad should be true.

Because the jade flute in his hand, 'Pure Heart', is specially used to play the ballad of Pure Heart.

The length of the pure heart is much shorter than that of the ordinary flute, the width is slightly fatter, and the tail of the flute is a dragon head with an open mouth, and the two eyes are inlaid with two blue gems, and it is said that when the pure heart ballad is played, its eyes will turn red.

Yu Wenche lifted his hand, his slender fingers pressed the small hole of the jade flute, took a deep breath, and then blew the score of the Qingxin ballad, the flute sound was like a trickle of water slowly stretched out around, the tune of the Qingxin ballad was soft and graceful, if you listen carefully, it will give people an urge to fall asleep. But for the flower spirits in the snow lotus, this is a wake-up song to wake them up, they hear the Qingxin ballad, and they will use the healing power of the Qingxin ballad to dance with its tune, absorb the aura in the song, and promote their own growth.

Momoori saw that the blue longan in Yu Wenche's hand turned red, and then the tune was like a gentle wind wave, swirling around, and the gentle song pushed the spring water in the lotus pond to ripple layer by layer, like the ripples of the girl's yarn. Suddenly, the snow lotus in the pool bloomed one by one, and each flower revealed an almost transparent villain, and when the flowers were fully bloomed, the villains happily circled on the snow lotus, and their mouths also emitted a girlish silver bell laughter.

The spirit of the flower spirit listening to the pure heart ballad is in a state of high excitement, like a drunkard, so at this time, if you ask them anything, it will answer truthfully.

"Which of you is the thousand-year-old snow lotus?" Momoori asked.

"Hee-hee, it's not me, it's not me. ”

"I am two hundred years. ”

"I am six hundred years. ”

"I am four hundred years. ”

......

"You are really stupid, you will answer whatever people ask you. A flower spirit hugged his chest and said arrogantly.

"You're stupid, you're stupid. ”

"That's it, you're stupid, we're not stupid. ”

"We're not stupid, we're just honest. ”

"You thousand-year-old snow lotus, they are looking for you, and you still hear it silently, it's really bad. ”

"It's bad, it's bad. “

"It's the thousand-year-old snow lotus. ”

"Yes, it is. ”

......

The flower spirits all quarreled around the flower spirit of the thousand-year-old snow lotus, Momoori didn't expect to see such a picture, like a child playing a game, "Little flower, these flower spirits, how do they feel like some children who haven't grown up?"

"They are innocent by nature and have a single head, little ancestor, since we already know that it is a thousand-year-old snow lotus, let's pick it while the flute of the Glass King is still there!" said Spotted with squinted eyes and whispered, but Momori could still hear the joy hidden in its tone.