After the fox and the crane called out happily twice, something seemed to be wrong with the two purple bamboos on the street again. Hu Yun circled around the two purple bamboos, while the little paper crane swung on the taller one, and then they looked up at the sky together.
At this time, Hu Yun and the little paper crane both understood where the weird feeling came from. The two purple bamboos seemed to be more crystal clear, but in fact they were reflecting some of the starlight, but it was too faint and they saw it wrong just now. But now, the fox and the crane looked carefully and found something special about the purple bamboo. Within a dozen breaths after it was replanted, a layer of faint silver light had gradually appeared.
"Little paper crane, this should be the method left by the master, right?"
The little paper crane swayed on the top of the purple bamboo, and it was unclear whether it nodded or not. It soon flew away from the purple bamboo and landed on Hu Yun's head.
"Let's go. I'll come and see them later when I have time."
As he spoke, Hu Yun jumped out of the bamboo forest with the little paper crane on his head, and ran along the rugged mountain road towards Ning'an County.
In fact, Ji Yuan Youmeng's thoughts were in the bamboo forest at this moment. He was standing in front of two purple bamboos, one long and one short. The long bamboo had almost no signs of break at this moment, and it was difficult to tell that it had been cut off before. The short one was missing a section, so it was not only shorter, but there was also an obvious circle of bumps on the ground side, but it was also full of vitality.
As expected, Hu Yun could not be considered a great demon in terms of his spiritual power, but after this observation, it was clear that he did have extraordinary spiritual perception.
In the Ju'an Pavilion, Ji Yuan slowly opened his eyes. Zao Niang placed the "Feng Qiu Huang" in her hand on the table. She knew that the book was not yet finished and it was impossible for her to read it all the time. Besides, she also felt that she had no talent for music.
"Sir, will you spread this book "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" in the future?"
Ji Yuan was playing with the purple bamboo flute in his hand, looking at "The Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix" thoughtfully with his peripheral vision.
"Since it has been written into a book, it is certainly not just for my own amusement. Besides, Daoist Fellow Dan Ye must also hope that this song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" can be spread. It is a pity that only a few people know about it. Hey, although it seems that it is not easy to play the whole song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" at present, it depends on fate. Well, you can also try, Niang Zao."
"I?"
Zao Niang was stunned and smiled slightly awkwardly.
"Sir, you are joking. Zao Niang only knows how to listen to the beauty of your flute music, but I don't have that ability. I just listened to Feng Qiu Huang, and I couldn't even hum a tune... "
"Have you tried it?"
Ji Yuan asked casually, causing Zao Niang, who was always very calm, to blush. Then the spiritual wind in the yard blew up her long hair to cover it, and she said "hmm" softly, and then immediately asked another question.
"Sir, who is the fellow Daoist Dan Ye you are talking about?"
Ji Yuan answered while twirling the flute above his knuckles.
"Daoyou Dan Ye, this is the phoenix mentioned in "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix". Because of its cry, there is this song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix". This song is gentle, beautiful and has infinite variations. The meaning of seeking the phoenix also has some emotions in it. It is not only difficult to hum it without any musical instrument, but it is also a bit embarrassing. It is normal that you can't hum it."
"Well... Sir, what you are talking about is..."
Zao Niang exhaled lightly, trying to be as natural as possible, but although there was no change on the surface, she still felt that she was burning with fever, and was almost as red as Huo Zao.
Ji Yuan frowned slightly and turned to look at Zao Niang. Ling Feng seemed a little messy. But without any musical talent, it shouldn't be such a big blow, right
"Clarion just needs to listen more and practice more, and don't be discouraged!"
Ji Yuan smiled and comforted her, and Zao Niang just nodded.
"Squeak~~"
The door to the small courtyard opened, and Hu Yun and the little paper crane came back. The fox hadn't even entered the room yet when the sound came in.
"Mr. Ji, I have already grafted the two bamboos back. I guarantee they are alive and well!"
The little paper crane had already flown onto Ji Yuan's shoulder.
"Well done. After not seeing you for so many years, you have made great progress. Just look at your skills in cutting and planting bamboos. You can show off a little in front of Lu Shanjun."
Ji Yuan's praise for Hu Yun was considered quite high and it made Hu Yun very happy. He approached the stone table and said with a grin.
"Sir, can I stay at Ju'an Pavilion tonight? I've been running back and forth several times and don't want to run anymore..."
"It's up to you. If you want to stay inside, you can sleep in the guest room. If you want to sleep outside, that's fine too. Hehe... It's getting late. I'm going to bed too."
As he spoke, Ji Yuan stood up yawning, grabbed the purple bamboo flute and walked towards his bedroom, leaving Zao Niang and the others alone in the yard. The book "Feng Qiu Huang" was also left on the stone table in the yard.
As soon as Ji Yuan left, the courtyard became lively. Zao Niang sat on the tree with the book, and the small characters in "Sword Intent Post" rushed out one after another and started to make a noise. Needless to say, the little paper crane. Hu Yun was like a curious guest, not only watching the show but also sometimes participating in it. Jin Jia walked silently to the door of Ji Yuan's bedroom and stood with his back to the door, like a living door god.
In the next few days, Sun Yaya collected a lot of books on music in her own way. She went to Ju'an Pavilion every day to study music with Ji Yuan.
Fortunately, Ji Yuan's goal was not to become a master of music in a short period of time. He just wanted to record "Feng Qiu Huang" in the form of music score relatively accurately and completely. Otherwise, Sun Yaya would be really worried. Over the past few days, she had doubted several times during the whole process whether she was teaching Mr. Ji or Mr. Ji was teaching her in a special way.
Five days later, at noon when the weather was clear, the bright sunlight shone through the gaps between the branches and leaves of the jujube tree, illuminating the courtyard of the Ju'an Pavilion. A group of people, including Zao Niang, were sitting in front of the stone table, some were sitting a little further away, and some were floating in the air, all watching Ji Yuan quietly as he put pen to paper.
The brush, ink, paper and inkstone have already been prepared. The wolf hair brush is held steadily in his hand. Ji Yuan writes with spirit. This spirit is charm, spirit and also rhythm. Each stroke is sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes forming a word, and sometimes the high and low lines represent the ups and downs of tone.
Ji Yuan was already at ease before he put pen to paper, and after he began writing his words became as smooth as flowing water. He would not stop until the ink on the tip of the pen was gone, and he would often only need to pick up the pen and dip it in ink after completing a page.
The glorious task of grinding ink for Ji Yuan fell on Zao Niang. Every time when the ink in the old inkstone was more than half used up, Zao Niang would condense the ink with her fingers, drip the ink into the inkstone with three fingers, and then grind the golden fragrance ink. The whole Ju'an Pavilion was filled with a faint scent of ink.
When Ji Yuan put the last stroke on the page of "The Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix", Sun Yaya, who had been nervous all the time, let out a long sigh, as if she, as a bystander, was having more trouble than Ji Yuan.
Ji Yuan then put away the pen, blew gently at the entire book, and the ink that had not yet dried quickly dried up, and nodded to Zao Niang.
"Okay, there's no need to grind the ink anymore. Now 'The Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix' is truly finished."
Holding "The Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix" and flipping through it, Ji Yuan's face was filled with an obvious smile.
Listening to the phoenix's cry is one thing, simulating it with the sound of a flute is another, and converting it into music score is another. Ji Yuan can be considered to have composed music, and to be honest, his achievement cannot be considered too low. After all, "The Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix" is not an ordinary song.
As soon as Zao Niang withdrew her hands from the old inkstone, a group of small characters had already surrounded the inkstone.
"Master, there is still some ink left." "Yes, Master, it will be a waste if the Golden Fragrance Ink dries up."
"Yes, yes." "Master, the inkstone also needs to be cleaned!"
“That’s right!”
Ji Yuan laughed when he saw this, Zao Niang and Sun Yaya also covered their mouths with their sleeves and their eyes were as red as the moon. Hu Yun on the side stared at the inkstone in a daze, wanting to say something but not saying anything.
"Yes, that makes sense. Then you can help the master clean up."
"Accept the order!"
A group of young calligraphers stood up and shouted, then instantly turned into a gust of black wind that wrapped around the inkstone, and from time to time they uttered words like "one mouthful at a time", "leave a mouthful", "don't eat too much, no one is allowed to eat more..."
At this moment, Ji Yuan also looked up at the sky, walked towards the door of the small courtyard, opened the door and went out. Just then, a sword light circling in the sky fell down and flew into his hand.
"A flying sword delivering a letter?"
In his hand was a wooden sword engraved with spiritual patterns. It turned out that it only found Ning'an County, but could not find the exact location of Ju'an Pavilion. It did not rush towards him until Ji Yuan opened the door and revealed a trace of aura. As soon as it touched the wooden sword, its divine thoughts were transmitted to Ji Yuan.
The content of Mu Jian's message was very simple. It was Ji Yuan's "old fan" asking Ji Yuan tactfully but expectantly whether it would be convenient for him to visit again. In fact, it was also a question about when Ji Yuan would leave.
When Ji Yuan was collecting his flying sword outside the door, the little characters in the courtyard lifted up their inkstones. It looked like they were doing it in an orderly manner, but it seemed like they were fighting for it. Sun Yaya, who was seeing this scene for the first time, laughed.
"Are they always so chaotic?"
Zao Niang shook her head and reached out to stroke Hu Yun's fiery red and soft fox fur.
"The half cup of ink left in the inkstone is very valuable. It is the leftover ink from Mr.'s calligraphy. It contains profound Taoist connotations, and the small characters have a special feeling. That's why I am so excited."
"Yes, I saw it a long time ago. I wanted it too, but they needed it more than me and were more suitable to ask for it, so I didn't ask for it. Otherwise, with the relationship between me and Mr., he would definitely give it to me!"
Hu Yun enjoyed Zao Niang's touch and said this with a slightly unconvinced tone.
A small paper crane stood on top of the golden armor and shook its head slightly. The golden armor underneath did not move at all, but only looked at the old inkstone flying in the air entangled by the small characters.
"Of all the things I have gained, the pen and ink are the most valuable. Unfortunately, my wisdom has not yet been awakened..."
When Jin Jia's hoarse voice sounded, the courtyard of Ju'an Pavilion instantly became quiet. Even the little students turned their attention to him. Although they knew that Jin Jia was not a mute, they were still startled by his sudden speech.
However, 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 and motionless. After waiting for a few moments, when everyone's emotions had recovered, Jin Jia, who had been silent in the courtyard for a long time, still had no expression on his face, but suddenly opened his mouth to explain.
"It's not me who said that, it's His Majesty who said that..."