Lan Ke Qi Yuan Chapter 717: The book is completed

After a fox and a crane called out happily twice, there seemed to be something wrong with the two purple bamboos on the street. Hu Yun circled the two purple bamboos, while the small paper crane swayed on the taller one. They swayed, and then looked up to the sky together.

At this time, Hu Yun and Xiao Zhihe both understood what felt wrong. The two purple bamboos seemed to be more crystal clear. In fact, they reflected part of the starlight, but it was too faint. With a split eye, and at this moment, one fox and one crane carefully distinguish each other, and they can find something special about Zizhu. Within a dozen breaths of replanting, a layer of faint silver glow has gradually appeared.

"Little paper crane, this should be the method left behind by the gentleman, right?"

The little paper crane swayed on the top of the purple bamboo, and I don't know if it nodded. It quickly flew away from the purple bamboo and landed on Hu Yun's head.

"Let's go, I'll come see them later when I have time."

As he spoke, Hu Yun jumped out of the purple bamboo forest with a small paper crane on his head, and ran along the rugged mountain road towards Ning'an County.

Actually, the idea of ​​​​Jiyuan Youmeng is in the purple bamboo forest at this moment. He is standing in front of two purple bamboos, one long and one short. The long purple bamboo has almost no trace of fracture at this moment. It is difficult for people to see the previous one. It had been cut off and taken away, and the short one was one section shorter because it was missing a section. There was obviously a knot on the side near the ground, but it was still full of life.

Sure enough, Hu Yun is not considered a big monster in terms of Taoism, but after looking at it this way, it is indeed that his spiritual awareness is extraordinary.

In the small pavilion of Ju'an, Ji Yuan slowly opened his eyes. Zao Niang on the side put the "Feng Qiu Huang" in her hand on the table. She knew that the book was not finished yet and she could not keep reading it. , and she also felt that she had no musical talent.

"Sir, will you pass this book "Feng Qiu Huang" on in the future?"

Ji Yuan played with the purple bamboo flute in his hand and looked at "The Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" thoughtfully from the corner of his eye.

"Now that it is a book, it is not just for my own entertainment, and Taoist friend Dan Ye must also hope that this song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" can be spread. It would be a pity that only a few people know about it. Hey, although it seems that it can be It's not easy to finish the song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix". It depends on the fate. Well, Zao Niang, you can try it too."

"Me?"

Zao Niang was stunned and smiled slightly awkwardly.

"Sir, you are joking. Zao Niang only knows how to listen to the beauty of Mr. Xiao's music, but she is not so capable. She just finished listening to Feng Qiuhuang, and even if she wanted to hum softly, she couldn't do it..."

"Have you tried it?"

Ji Yuan asked casually like this, causing Zao Niang, who had always been very calm, to blush. Then the spirit wind in the courtyard took up her long hair to cover it up, and at the same time softly said "hmm", and then asked immediately One sentence.

"Sir, who is Taoist Fellow Danye you are talking about?"

Ji Yuan turned the flute above his knuckles and replied.

"Fellow Daoist Danye, it is the phoenix recorded in "The Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix". Because of its phoenix song, the song "The Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix" is created. This song has a graceful and melodious tone and is endlessly varied, and the song "The Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix" There is some emotion in it, and humming by yourself without using an instrument is extremely difficult and a bit embarrassing. It’s normal not to be able to hum. ”

"Well... what sir said is..."

Zao Niang exhaled slightly and tried to be as natural as possible, but although there was no change on the surface, she still felt that she was burning so badly that she was almost as red as Huo Zao.

Ji Yuan frowned slightly and turned to look at Zao Niang. His spirit was a little confused. If he didn’t have musical talent, it wouldn’t be such a big blow, right?

“Just listen and practice more, don’t be discouraged!”

Ji Yuan smiled and reassured, and Zao Niang just nodded.

"Squeak~~"

The door of the small pavilion opened, and Hu Yun and the little paper crane came back. Before the fox entered the door, the sound had already come in.

"Mr. Ji, I have taken those two bamboos back and made sure they live well!"

And the little paper crane had already landed on Ji Yuan's shoulder first.

"Well done. I haven't seen you for so many years. You fox has made great progress. You can show off your skills in cutting and planting bamboo just now in front of Mr. Lu Shan."

Ji Yuan praised Hu Yun in this way, which was considered to be a relatively heavy compliment. It also made Hu Yun elated. He approached the stone table and said with a smile.

"Sir, can I stay in Ju'an Pavilion tonight? I've run back and forth several times and I don't want to run anymore..."

"It's up to you. If you want to live in the house, you can sleep in the guest room. If you want to sleep outside, you can. Whoops...it's getting late, I have to go to bed."

As he said that, Ji Yuan stood up with a yawn, grabbed the purple bamboo flute and walked to his bedroom, leaving only Zao Niang and others alone in the courtyard. The book "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" was also left behind. On the stone table in the courtyard.

As soon as Ji Yuan left, it didn’t take long for the courtyard to become lively. Zao Niang sat on the tree with her book, and the small characters in the "Sword Intention Tie" also rushed out of it and started to make a fuss. Needless to say, He Zi, Hu Yun was like a good guest, not only watching the play, but sometimes participating in it, while Jin Jia silently walked to the door of Ji Yuan's bedroom and stood with his back to the door, like a lively The door god.

In the next few days, Sun Yaya collected many books on music in her own way, and went to Ju'an Pavilion every day to study music and music with Ji Yuan.

Fortunately, the purpose of Jiyuan is not to become a master in music in a short time. What he wants is to record Feng Qiuhuang in the form of music score relatively accurately and completely. Otherwise, Sun Yayaya would not be able to She was really unsure. During the whole process over the past few days, she wondered several times whether it was she who was teaching Mr. Ji, or whether Mr. Ji was teaching her in a special way.

Five days later, it was a clear noon, and the bright sunshine shone dappledly through the gaps in the jujube branches and leaves into the courtyard of Ju'an Xiaoge. Some people, including Zao Niang, were sitting In front of the stone table, some were gathered around a little further away, while others were suspended in the air, all quietly watching Ji Yuan write.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are all ready, and the wolf hair is firmly in my hand. Ji Yuan writes with spirit. This spirit is the charm, the aura, and the rhyme. Each stroke is high and sometimes low, sometimes it becomes a word, and sometimes it is really high or low. Lines representing the rise and fall of the tone.

Ji Yuan had no worries before he started writing. After he started writing, his writing became smoother and smoother. His hand would not stop until the ink on the pen tip was exhausted. Often, he only needed to pick up the pen and dip it in ink after finishing a page.

The glorious task of grinding ink for the sake of destiny belongs to Zao Niang. Every time the ink in the old inkstone is used up more than half, Zao Niang will condense the ink with her fingers, three green fingers will drop the dew in the inkstone, and then grind the golden ink. Ink, there is a faint fragrance of ink floating throughout Ju'an Pavilion.

When Ji Yuan put the last stroke on the page of "Feng Qiu Huang", Sun Yaya, who had always been nervous, let out a long sigh of relief, as if she, the bystander, was struggling more than Ji Yuan.

And Ji Yuan then put away the pen and blew it gently on the whole book. The wet ink dried quickly and nodded to Zao Niang.

"Okay, there's no need to grind the ink. Now "The Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix" is truly completed."

Holding "Feng Qiu Huang" and turning the pages, Ji Yuan had a clear smile on his face.

It’s one thing to listen to Feng Ming, it’s one thing to imitate the sound of Xiao, it’s another thing to convert it into music score. Ji Yuan is also considered to be composing, and to put it shamelessly, the achievement cannot be considered too great. Low, after all, "Feng Qiu Huang" is not an ordinary song.

Zao Niang's hands moved away from the old inkstone, and a group of small characters had already surrounded the inkstone.

"Sir, there is still some ink left." "Yes, sir, the golden ink will be wasted when it dries."

"Yes, yes." "Sir, the inkstone also needs to be cleaned!"

"That's right!"

Ji Yuan laughed when he saw it. Zao Niang and Sun Yaya also covered their mouths with their sleeves and their eyes were like the moon. Hu Yun on the other side stared blankly at the inkstone, wanting to say something but saying nothing.

"Yes, that makes sense. Then you guys can help me clean it up."

"Accept the decree!"

A group of small characters stood up and drank softly, and then instantly turned into a black wind surrounding the inkstone. From time to time, they heard "one word, one bite", "leave a bite", "don't eat too much, no one is allowed to eat too much..." Something like that.

Ji Yuan also looked up to the sky at this moment, walked towards the door of the small pavilion, opened the door and went out, when a sword light hovering in the sky fell and flew into his hand.

‘Flying Sword Passing a Book? ’

In his hand was a wooden sword engraved with spiritual patterns. It turned out that it had only found Ning'an County, but could not find the exact location of Ju'an Pavilion at all. It wasn't until Ji Yuan opened the door and revealed a breath that he came straight to him. As soon as he touched the wooden sword, spiritual thoughts were transmitted to Ji Yuan.

The content of what Mu Jian passed on was very simple. It was Ji Yuan's "old fanboy" who asked Ji Yuan euphemistically but expectantly if it was not convenient for him to come visit again. In fact, it was also a question of when Ji Yuan would leave. .

When Ji Yuanyu was putting away the flying sword outside the door, the little people in the courtyard lifted up the inkstone. They looked very orderly, but they looked like they were fighting for it. Sun Yaya, who saw this scene for the first time, laughed and said .

"Are they always so noisy?"

Zao Niang shook her head and reached out to stroke Hu Yun's fiery red and soft fox fur.

"The remaining half of the ink in the inkstone is not a trivial matter. Looking for the book in the book garden www.zhaoshuyuａ.comｍ is the rest of the ink that the teacher dipped in calligraphy. The meaning of it is profound, and the small characters are so vivid, that's why I am so excited."

"Yes, I have noticed it a long time ago. I originally wanted it too, but they needed it more than me and it was more appropriate for me to ask for it, so I didn't ask. Otherwise, based on my relationship with my husband, he would definitely give it to me! ”

Hu Yun enjoyed Zao Niang's touch and said this with a slight dissatisfaction.

On one side, the little paper crane stood on top of the golden armor, shaking its head slightly. The golden armor underneath remained motionless, only looking at the old inkstone flying in the air with the small characters entangled in it from the corner of its eye.

"The most beneficial thing is a pen and an inkstone. It's a pity that the spirit is born but the wisdom is not born..."

Jin Jia's hoarse voice sounded, and the courtyard of Ju'an Xiaoge instantly became quiet. Even the small characters turned their attention to look at him. Although they knew that Jin Jia was not mute, they were still frightened when he suddenly spoke. Everyone jumped.

No one was surprised by what Jin Jia said, because Ji Yuan had said something similar before.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Jin Jia remained expressionless. After a few breaths, everyone recovered, and Jin Jia, who saw the silence in the courtyard for a long time, was still expressionless, but Suddenly he opened his mouth to explain.

"I didn't say it, it was your Majesty who said it..."

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