mtl008 Chapter 174 The Sound of Flute
Chapter 174 The Sound of Flute
"But you subconsciously experimented on your fellow disciples with the results of your research. You used your own people for experimentation and accidentally killed them without any remorse. You used the results to measure other people's lives. Who would dare to employ you when you are so indifferent to other people's lives?
I just destroyed your cultivation, but your Dantian is still there. Isn't it the last mercy of Piaomiao Valley towards you, and the pity for the genius? I taught you a lesson, but I didn't use any harsh force. If it were me, I would not kill you directly to eliminate the trouble. Why would you still be complaining here?"
Isn't this like a time bomb? No matter how good the technology is, what's the use if you can't master it? It's better to destroy An Xin. The master of Piao Miao Valley is still soft-hearted.
Lu Wensheng expressed his opinion incisively - he was more restrained towards his own people, but he was ruthless towards the enemy and went all out.
"You could have started over again, but you switched to magic cultivation. You might have made some achievements in the magic path if you were down-to-earth, but you chose the crooked way... Don't use the incident in Piaomiao Valley as an excuse for your change - in the final analysis, you are not a good person by nature. No matter how good your research is, it will hurt others and yourself."
When Zhou Yuan was expelled from Piaomiao Valley, he felt that Piaomiao Valley did not know his worth, and he also wanted to climb higher to make those people regret it. He did not think there was a problem at all, and even later on he sacrificed living people to comfort himself. After hearing what Lu Wensheng said, he felt as if he had been seen through inside and out, and his fig leaf had been lifted in public, and his face looked ugly.
“Oh, who did I think he was? Someone from the Immortal Sect’s Discipline Hall? He’s just as nosy as your Shelu Daojun.” The Shelu Daojun Zhou Yuan mentioned was naturally Lu Wensheng’s master Jun Ning.
Jun Ning is one of the main forces of various sects in encircling and suppressing evil cultivators and demons. He is usually not seen because he is out fighting demons and defending the way. To the evil cultivators, he is naturally a well-known figure, so it is not surprising that they know about the Discipline Hall.
"You are the chief of the Discipline Hall? Her disciple? You are a little different, sharp-tongued." Zhou Yuan sneered, looking at Lu Wensheng, with a bit of excitement in his eyes, and a murderous intention - Jun Ning seems to have only this one direct disciple at present? If he kills him, it will be a great achievement.
Lu Wensheng frowned. He didn't like the other party's tone and attitude, which made him act like he was his own master.
"Is he an acquaintance of yours? Why are you trying to strike up a conversation? With my master's level, I'm afraid you won't even be able to meet his face during a confrontation."
Lu Wensheng spoke nonchalantly, but he had actually grasped his sword - he would not underestimate the cultivators in the world of cultivation, especially the evil cultivators with strange methods.
Zhou Yuan was furious and his eyes became fierce. He stared at Lu Wensheng and wanted to tear his mouth apart. But when he saw Shi Yubai out of the corner of his eye, he calmed down.
Didn't Mozi want to take these disciples of the Discipline Hall to the center of the formation? Didn't he succeed?
Looking at the other disciples of the Discipline Hall who were dressed in uniform, Zhou Yuan was a little confused, but he still planned to follow the plan. However, Lu Wensheng's mouth really made him angry, so he curled his lips.
"Your black clothes with red belts are quite iconic. I just killed a group of disciples wearing these clothes. They contributed a lot to the blood drawn in the formation."
Lu Wensheng's fists hardened and his eyes turned cold, and the expressions of the others were not happy either.
Zhou Yuan was feeling very proud and thought he had turned the game around, but suddenly he saw a few round pills rolling to his feet. He picked them up and looked at them in confusion. Before he could figure out what they were, the pills in his hand began to get hot.
"Boom - boom -"
Continuous explosions occurred under Zhou Yuan's feet and hands, and several low-level demon cultivators following Zhou Yuan screamed.
Thrower Yan Qingshu raised her chin proudly: "His mouth stinks, as if he had eaten rice. Give him some pills to wash his mouth!"
Lu Wensheng was amused and his expression eased a lot. He gave Yan Qingshu a thumbs up.
Tang He: "Hahahahahaha, he actually picked it up!"
Gu Jinzhi: "Tsk tsk tsk, this sense of prevention is not good enough."
Xun Ruo looked surprised: "Fellow Daoist Yan's elixir is still so strange after seeing it several times."
Others who had never seen Yan Qingshu's elixir were talking about it, very curious, and asked her where she bought it. Yan Qingshu took the opportunity to promote it and earned a lot of customers.
After taking a few blasting pills, Zhou Yuan was fine. He had some skills and was not injured, but he was a little embarrassed. However, two of the disciples next to him were disabled. He was furious and did not say anything harsh. He took out his weapon from his storage ring - a black lacquered nine-section flute.
Yan Qingshu: "This thing... is a flute?!" If it weren't for the shape, she wouldn't have recognized it - she thought the flute was short like the flute she remembered, but the way it was played was different. It turns out it's so long?! No wonder the other party didn't take it out from his arms.
Wei Xun pulled the man behind him and said, "It's not your turn to worry about how long the flute is! Move back."
Yan Qingshu felt her collar being lifted up, her feet about to leave the ground, and immediately bared her teeth and claws: "You can't just lift a girl's collar casually, do you know that?"
Lu Wensheng understood Yan Qingshu's unconventional thinking. Most modern people were like this, and it was easy for them to have erroneous associations. His first thought was the same.
Yan Qingshu straightened her clothes and couldn't help looking at Xiao Mo curiously from behind: "Fellow Daoist Xiao Mo, why don't you play the flute?" It makes sense for Xiao Mo to play the flute!
With a look of alert, Xiao Mo, who took off the guqin on his back, almost got the pun: "Ah?"
As the chief disciple of Piaomiao Valley, Xun Ruo picked up the pipa swiftly and efficiently, and the disciples of Piaomiao Valley stood from the back to the front.
"Zhou Yuan is good at controlling spiritual consciousness. Be careful of his music. Come closer to us to avoid being affected by him."
The sound of the flute rises, like a lonely moon in a cold night, and the momentum suddenly rises.
The mournful and long voice was like a multi-legged creature crawling up along the instep of the foot, making people feel goosebumps all over. Even the beating of the chest became clear and the heart felt heavy.
In the game, Le Xiu is like a ranged character. He is not good at melee combat and mainly uses mental attacks. He can use his ultimate skill after his mana is charged. His comfort zone is during the chanting period.
Lu Wensheng was not afraid of mental attacks. After all, the system was stationed in his brain. So when he found that everyone else was frowning and feeling a little uncomfortable, but he didn't feel anything, his eyes flashed and he had an idea.
"Keng——"
Suddenly, he heard the sound of swords humming and the clanging of golden spears being unsheathed. As a cultivator, Zhou Yuan's intuition immediately gave him a warning. He opened his eyes abruptly and stepped back subconsciously, causing the sound of the flute to pause slightly.
He staggered a few steps and looked sideways, only to see a sword energy pouring down like the Milky Way and the moonlight condensing into dew, shining with crystal light, falling directly on the place where he had just stood. Wherever the aftermath passed, dead trees collapsed and tiny grass leaves were stirred up.
Zhou Yuan steadied his breath, the sound of the flute continued, and he turned his head, his pupils shrinking slightly.
(The ancients said that the best length for a dongxiao is nine sections, but this does not mean that it must have nine sections. Research on ancient xiaos from the Ming and Qing dynasties shows that the longest one among all the xiaos currently available is only a little over 60 cm. Since bamboo flutes are made according to the sections, their length is not fixed, and the total length of the tube is mostly 70 to cm.
The non-bamboo flutes, such as the iron flutes and porcelain flutes in the Palace Museum, are very consistent in length, all around 57 cm, with a fluctuation of only about 32 cm. In fact, the value of one foot and eight inches (57.6 cm) is based on the Ming and Qing Dynasty construction ruler ( cm).
The Qing Dynasty's "Lülü Zhengyi" later edition states: "In the Ming Dynasty, the straight flute was called Xiao, and there was no vertical flute anymore. Today, the Xiao is about 1 foot and 8 inches long, blown from the top, with a hole at the back; the flute is blown horizontally, without a hole at the back."
Ancient flutes were mostly made of bamboo, but there are also ones made of jade or porcelain; modern flutes are made of bamboo, with a length of about 80 cm, the upper end is sealed with bamboo joints, a semi-elliptical blowing hole is opened at the sealed end, six tone holes are opened on the body of the tube (five in front and one in the back), and there is a sound hole on the back of the lower end. The tone is mellow and soft, the volume is small, and the range is d1-e3.
(Source: Information website, does not count towards the text)