Sawdust fluttered and fluttered, twirling and dancing lightly in the wind. A small carving knife flutters in the hands of the carpenter, and the silver light swings between the sawdusts, reflecting a kind of poetic aesthetic artistic sense.

The carpenter's expression was focused and calm, staring at the carving knife in his hand, and he carved the wood in his hand carefully and quickly. His hands are lighter and more agile than Zhi Yun Ziyuan, and the carving knife seems to have life in his hands, walking on the trajectory of Tao and reason.

Not only is it agile, but the carpenter's hands are also strong and powerful, and the heavy, swarthy wood is as light as nothing in his hands, and only when the sound of wood chips hitting the ground sounds, Yun Ziyuan will realize the heaviness of this piece of wood.

This piece of long wood was prepared by the carpenter in advance, and it seemed that he had expected that Yun Ziyuan would come to him to fight a wooden sword, so when Yun Ziyuan found the carpenter, the wood was already in his hands before he made his request.

I saw that this piece of wood did not have any wood grain, and the color was dark, and I couldn't tell that it was a piece of wood at all, but more like a piece of pig iron hard stone. Yun Ziyuan picked up a piece of scrap and found that its high hardness was terrifying, and it actually broke Yun Ziyuan's own wooden carving knife into a deep crack.

The heavy, iron-hard strip of wood changed at a visible speed under the carpenter's carving knife, gradually revealing the appearance of a wooden sword, the same eight-sided sword as the previous one.

The time of a cup of tea is not fast, it is slow or not, Yun Ziyuan waited patiently, not in a hurry or impatient. Although it took longer than the previous time, it also shows the excellent texture and quality of this piece of wood.

The carpenter handed over the finished wooden sword to Yun Ziyuan, and a thick and safe feeling passed from his hand, making Yun Ziyuan feel at ease.

This wooden sword is three feet long, two and a half fingers wide, the sword body is simple and unpretentious, the Han sword is shaped, it is polished on eight sides, there are eight rounded corners, and there is no edge.

When Yun Ziyuan waved the wooden sword to intercept and stab, the sword movement was shocking, and the sound of breaking the sky was crisp and pleasant, which made Yun Ziyuan very satisfied.

That night, Yun Ziyuan walked around the village with the new wooden sword, although the wooden sword was heavy, but it made him love it even more, and he had to adapt to the weight of the new wooden sword as soon as possible.

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The small village is hidden in the reckless mountains, and it is difficult to find it. Prolonged isolation also means desolation.

A crooked moon reflects the lonely mountain and deserted village, and there is no one everywhere, even the cicadas are singing, and it turns out that it is early autumn. The moonlight in early autumn moisturizes the soil, the night breeze in early autumn penetrates the room, the wind is cool and the moon is slightly cool, but it is not as cool as the vicissitudes and desolation of the village.

Yun Ziyuan walked casually, just stepping on the footprints of the moon and the stars, and walked in a walk.

Jingle bell, jingle bell, silver bell crisp, it was the small bell tied to Xiao Xuehua's wrist, shaking like a wave with her movements.

Following the crisp and pleasant sound of silver bells, Yun Ziyuan unexpectedly found a small snowflake in a remote and desolate small courtyard.

Under the moonlight, Xiao Xuehua is rummaging through boxes and cabinets in this remote hut at the moment, not like a little thief, but more like a river thief.

"Are you a thief?"

Xiao Xuehua was suddenly startled, and the whole person was violently agitated from head to toe, almost jumping up three feet high, and the things in both hands also fell to the ground.

"Wow Brother Yun, you walk without a sound, you scared me to death!"

Yun Ziyuan touched his nose, a little embarrassed and embarrassed, he really wanted to scare the snowflakes, so he deliberately approached slowly without making a sound. He rarely had this kind of move, because of the talisman sword qi, he didn't have the opportunity to play this kind of prank in the past, but he didn't expect Xiao Xuehua's reaction to be so big, but it scared Yun Ziyuan himself.

"Are you still playing a treasure hunt?"

"yes, otherwise I'd be bored. I thought that if there was one more you in the village, I would have a playmate, but you didn't see anyone every day holding a broken piece of wood, and in the end there was still no one to play with me!

Yun Ziyuan touched his nose again, even more embarrassed. Not daring to look at Xiao Xuehua, Yun Ziyuan looked down at the ground and saw the wonderful treasure that Xiao Xuehua had just fallen to the ground.

They were two long bamboo pipes with several holes in each.

"Brother Yun, do you know what these two sticks are? There are several holes in them. Xiao Xuehua picked up the bamboo pipe and blew on the hole above, and suddenly the dust covered the sky, blurring Xiao Xuehua's face, causing a violent cough.

"Ahem~"

I don't know how many years these two bamboo pipes have been left in this uninhabited hut, and the dust of time fills every tiny crack in the bamboo pipe.

Yun Ziyuan hurriedly stepped forward to carefully wipe the dust off Xiao Xuehua's face, and then took the two bamboo pipes from Xiao Xuehua's hands.

"These are two musical instruments, the long one is called the flute, and the short one is called the flute. ”

"What is a musical instrument? What is it for?"

Xiao Xuehua blinked her big black and white eyes, her eyes were shining, and they were full of doubts and curiosity.

Yun Ziyuan was a little defeated by Xiao Xuehua's naivety and ignorance, and he was really isolated from the world, ignorant of the world, and unsophisticated. Although Yun Ziyuan was also born and grew up in the deep mountains, and never left the deep mountains, Yunmo Villa is not completely isolated from the world. Yun Xingqiu, the owner of the village, traveled to Shenzhou in the past years, and also made friends with many righteous heroes, so Yunmo Villa still has a channel to communicate with the world, and Yun Ziyuan also understands the world and will not be completely separated from this world.

"A musical instrument is an instrument that can produce all kinds of musical sounds, such as flutes, pipes, keys, xun, sheng, etc., and musical sounds are ...... It can be used to express and exchange thoughts and feelings......"

Yun Ziyuan patiently explained to Xiao Xuehua what a musical instrument is and what is a musical sound, and Xiao Xuehua has become brighter and brighter when he listens to it.

"What about these two flutes and flutes, and how do they make sounds?"

Yun Ziyuan wiped the flute carefully, then held the flute in both hands, put the flute on his mouth, and blew it. In fact, Yun Ziyuan had only seen his father Yun Xingqiu play the flute a few times, and he had imitated it a few times, and he had not studied it specifically, so being able to play this flute was already Yun Ziyuan's talent.

It's just that Yun Ziyuan's fingering was a little flustered when he was playing, and the workmanship of this flute was simple and rough, and there were even cracks looming, so the sound of the flute was very hoarse and unpleasant. But Xiao Xuehua was still very interested, she took the flute and played it in the same way.

Yun Ziyuan interrupted her and explained: "The way the flute and the flute are played is different, the flute is played horizontally, and the flute is played vertically......"

Although Yun Ziyuan tried to introduce Xiao Xuehua to the flute, the preservation of this flute is quite bad, the cracks on the flute are more and deeper than those on the flute, and this flute is missing the flute membrane, so it is even more impossible to play, which makes Xiao Xuehua very frustrated, Yun Ziyuan described the beauty of the music she likes very much, so she wants to learn a musical instrument.

Fortunately, Yun Ziyuan had an idea, pulled Xiao Xuehua, and the two found the carpenter together.

The carpenter was surprised that Xiao Xuehua was able to find such a thing as a flute and a flute in the village, as if this kind of thing should not exist in this village. But because of Xiao Xuehua's enthusiasm for the flute, the carpenter did not refuse, anyway, it was just easy for the carpenter, and it was easy to get it. Soon, a brand-new flute and flute were handed over to Yun Ziyuan and Xiao Xuehua.

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In Yun Ziyuan's small courtyard, the moonlight soaked everything like water, and Yun Ziyuan and Xiao Xuehua held a brand-new pair of flutes and flutes, playing against the cool moonlight from time to time.

Yun Ziyuan didn't know anything about it, Xiao Xuehua didn't know anything, and both of them were pondering and studying the flute and flute in the moonlight, making out a loud and long-lasting or high-pitched and loud music. It's just that more often than not, the sound of the flute and flute in the hands of the two of them is just a whimper, like a wolf howling ghost, which is still quite scary at first hearing in the middle of the night.

"The music of the flute is high-pitched and loud, crisp and melodious, and high and agitated because of the flute membrane, while the music of the flute is rich and distant, and the music of the flute is ...... depressed."

Yun Ziyuan recalled the tasting remarks of his father and mother when they tasted Xiao and made the flute in the past, and explained the similarities and differences between the flute and the flute to Xiao Xuehua.

Under the night moon, two lonely people learn how to play the flute together, and gradually, they talk about the future, their ideal future.

"I really want to get out of here and see the outside world. My father and mother always said that the outside world was beautiful, but it was not for us, but I was really curious. ”

Xiao Xuehua is an innocent, lively and cheerful person, she doesn't like her current life, or she gets tired of it soon. Today's village seems to be peaceful and quiet, but in Xiao Xuehua's eyes, it is lifeless and lifeless.

She yearns for the colorful and gorgeous world of the outside world. She wants to travel the world, and she hopes that her future life can be as melodious and chic as the sound of a flute.

Yun Ziyuan listened silently, silently thinking, what will his future look like? This is not something he can decide, he is burdened with the love and hatred of all the dead people in Yunmo Villa, his future is destined to be entangled with the Heavenly Gate and the Divine Lord, and blood and hatred are the main tone of his future.

Maybe one day, when he really succeeds in revenge, he may choose to retreat to the mountains and forests, live an ethereal and lonely life like the sound of a flute, and spend the rest of his life.

Xiao Xuehua quietly held Yun Ziyuan's hand, and the palm of her hand transmitted a different temperature.

"Are you thinking about that Heavenly Gate?"

"Yes. ”

"Don't worry, I'm by your side now, and I'll be by your side when you want revenge in the future. Two people are better than one, and you will succeed!"

Yun Ziyuan's heart was warm.

The high-pitched and passionate flute resounded, resounding through the boundless and vast world.

The miserable sound of the flute is combined, comforting the endless and deep darkness.