The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became extremely weird. Soon, Long Yin's majestic voice completely broke the atmosphere, and quickly diverted everyone's attention: "Lin Xiao, Wuchen won this painting competition, are you convinced?"
Lin Xiao bowed his head and said, "I've already been convinced, but now I'm even more convinced."
Long Yin nodded, and said: "Then, let's start the second match now!" After thinking for a while, he said: "Lin Xiao, I heard that you have never left your xiao since you were a child, and your accomplishments in xiao have reached the level of perfection. Jing, I don’t know if this rumor is true or not?”
"Returning to Your Majesty, this rumor is naturally true. Lin Xiao has a word 'Xiao' in his name, which is homonymous to 'Xiao'. He has been associated with Xiao since he was born. He has been addicted to Xiao since he was very young, and he must play it every day. Self-improvement. No matter where you go, you will never leave your body. Not only can you release your mind at any time, but it can also be used as a sword in times of crisis. Among what Lin Xiao has learned, the flute is the best." Lin Xiao said, and then pulled it out of his sleeve. A white jade flute. On this occasion and in the previous competitions, he still carried a flute, which shows that his saying that the flute never leaves his body is true.
"Very well, it is rumored that your flute skills are unparalleled in the world. Every time you play alone, the birds and the reptiles on the ground will gather around you and refuse to leave. But except for your family, no one has ever been lucky enough to enjoy this music and scenery. Since you happen to have a flute in your body, then this second match is to compete with the flute! It will also allow me to hear with my own ears what the real sound of a flute is. Are you sure you can beat him?" Long Yin said.
Long Yin's words are absolutely correct. It has been rumored in Tianlong City that Lin Xiao's accomplishments in the flute of the Lin family have reached the supreme realm of transcendence and holiness. His sound seems to come from the sky. When the sound is played, wild beasts of all sizes gather around it, and they are unwilling to leave for a long time. And these unbelievable rumors like myths are often heard by people, but almost no one has seen them. Among the people present, except for a few members of the Lin family, no one had ever heard his flute sound. For a while, they were looking forward to it and excited at the same time. Lin Xiao himself said just now that among the things he has learned, Xiao is the most important.
Lin Xiao held the flute lightly in both hands, and gently stroked it with his right hand, as if it was not a white jade flute, but a lover he had been obsessed with all his life. He said in a daze: "This flute is called Hongchen Yimeng. It was originally a personal belonging to my mother. She always regarded it as life. When I was three years old, my mother passed away due to illness. Before she died, she gave this flute to me... It was the only thing that my mother handed over to me before she passed away. After she passed away, I cried for three days and three nights and swore that I would never leave this flute for the rest of my life."
He breathed a sigh of relief, held up the white jade flute with both hands, and said softly: "Whenever I think of my mother, I will play this flute. In the past seventeen years, I have never stopped playing it for a single day. As time goes by, love and meaning blend into it, Two years ago, I even had the subtle feeling of my heart blending into it. It knows my heart, and I know its heart. In this life... I will never leave it. I have never competed with others, because no one can match it. How can the vulgar sound deserve to be compared with my sound of a dream in the world of mortals, playing in the same room."
The expression on Lin Xiao's face was full of nostalgia and arrogance, but it didn't make people feel that he was exaggerating. This stems from his attachment and affection for Xiao, and his control over Xiao has already surpassed the comprehension of ordinary people.
"Today, for the honor of my Lin family, I, Lin Xiao, will use this flute to compete with Mr. Ye. This battle... will definitely win! If you lose, you will never touch the flute again for the rest of your life!"
His expression, his eyes, and the emotions and temperament he showed when he was stroking Bai Yuxiao... At this moment, they saw another Lin Xiao, an elegant, melancholy, full of vicissitudes, and his The change was all because he took out that white jade flute.
A flute can so obviously affect a person's mood and temperament, so how amazing is the fit between him and this flute? No wonder it is rumored that his flute sound is unparalleled in the world, no wonder he said that his flute sound is not comparable to the world's common sounds. They have heard that the highest state of sword is the unity of human and sword, but they have never heard that someone can communicate with Xiao. And he did it, so who else can match his flute sound.
A long flute made of white jade, with a small word "Ru" engraved on the end, presumably it was his mother's name, other than that, it was no different from ordinary jade flute. But the changes in Lin Xiao's eyes and temperament when he looked at it let him know that none of Lin Xiao's words were false. Ye Wuchen looked away, then closed his eyes slightly, without any disturbance.
At this time, Lin Xiao also slowly closed his eyes, and then gently put Bai Yuxiao to his lips. He didn't intend to ask Long Yin and Ye Wuchen at all, but took the initiative to start first, as if he felt that there was no need to ask. Because from the moment Long Yin proposed to compete with Xiao, he knew that he had won. Ye Wuchen beat him in martial arts, although he was unwilling, he accepted it calmly, because he never thought that he was really unmatched among his peers. His painting skills surpassed him, and he was convinced, even admired secretly. But he never believed that his Xiao would lose to him. Because Xiao is the persistence and pride of his life, he will never and cannot be defeated.
When he lifted the flute, everyone had already quieted down, and when the sound of the flute gradually sounded, needles could be heard in the huge square. In a trance, they felt that what they heard was not the sound of the flute, but a soft wind blowing towards their faces, and they seemed to be in a green bamboo forest, and the cool sound of the flute floated from the depths of the bamboo forest , the sound of the flute seemed to come from the deepest part of their hearts, echoing in their hearts...
All of a sudden, the sound of the flute changed from melodious and long to changeable, and the scene in front of them also changed drastically. The sound of the flute was mixed with the air of the ice spring, and suddenly it was advancing layer by layer like ocean waves, and sometimes it was like snowflakes flying in bursts , suddenly like a whirlwind in the canyon, rushing up sharply, suddenly like the Milky Way flowing quietly in the middle of the night...
The sound of the flute turned again, becoming like weeping and complaining, and the people seemed to hear the beautiful singing of a young girl. An increasingly clear figure of that girl gradually appeared in his heart. She was only seven or eight years old, and she walked gracefully step by step, but no matter how she walked, she couldn't really get close.
A gust of warm wind blows, and the warm sun shines down. Peach blossom petals suddenly dance in the air with the wind. Green grass and wild flowers protrude from the land under the woman's feet, paving the land into a green patch, dotted with colorful colors. This is the beauty of spring.
A gust of cool wind blew, and the little girl turned into a woman in her twenties, dancing with a smile on her lips. The scorching sun is in the sky, everything is prosperous, and the world is prosperous. This is the breath of summer.
A gust of bleak wind blew, and in the wind, the girl turned into a middle-aged woman who was losing her charm. She had no singing voice, no dancing posture, and she just walked step by step in silence, her steps were steady and firm. It also began to turn yellow, and everything began to decline slowly regardless of the retention of heaven and earth. This is the depression of autumn.
A gust of cold wind blew, and the woman turned into an old man with gray temples, her footsteps became staggering, and her once beautiful eyes became dirty, but she still supported herself and stepped firmly on the thick road. Accumulated snow walked down step by step. The sun has lost its scorching heat, and the earth has completely lost its vitality, covered by white snow, and also covered all the beauty and hope once. In the end, that staggering figure finally fell down in the icy wind, until her body was covered by white snow, and her figure could no longer be seen. This is the end of winter.
The sound of the flute stops at this moment, and what is fixed in people's hearts is the last snow-covered world, because that is the final destination of a person, the end of life that no one can escape.