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Chapter 260
Tian Xiezi's expression was always gloomy. He approached the gate of the village without stopping. The moment his body came into contact with the village, Su Ming's pupils shrank sharply. He saw the gate of the village. It was actually distorted, as if it had been moved to another place out of thin air at this moment, causing Tian Xiezi to walk in slowly.
Su Ming followed behind and also stepped in. After both of them had entered, Su Ming looked back and saw that the gate of the village had reopened.
It is obviously not the first time that Tian Xiezi has come here. At this moment, most of the people in the entire tribe are already asleep, and because of the rain, there are no bonfires around. In this relative silence, except for the roar of rain and the occasional thunder , and only the clicking sound continued to come.
It seemed that this voice was guiding Tian Xiezi in the direction. He walked in the village, stepping on the stagnant water, and gradually passed through the houses. Su Ming saw a very ordinary animal skin in front of him. Inside the tent, there was light coming out.
This is a small tribe, a tribe that is almost the same size as the Wushan tribe where Su Ming is located. There are too many such small tribes in the Southern Morning Land.
Looking around, when Su Ming's gaze fell on the leather tent that was shining with lights, he clearly heard the sound of cracking, crackling, like rubbing bones, coming from inside the leather tent.
Tian Xiezi approached, opened a corner of the tent, and walked in. Su Ming followed and entered the tent. The first thing he saw when he entered was There are a large number of bones placed in this small leather tent.
In addition to bones, there are also some stones. Most of these various objects are made into xun!
This is the first time Su Ming has seen so many xuns, and it is also the first time he has seen xuns in the land of Nanchen!
Su Ming's body shook, his eyes swept over those xun utensils, and then fell on an old man in the leather tent.
The old man had gray hair, was wearing animal skin clothes, and was shirtless. He was sitting there, holding an animal bone in his hand and rubbing it on a stone slab.
It seemed that the shape of the animal bones was somewhat inconsistent with the bone xun he wanted to make, so he had to wipe off the excess.
Tian Xiezi looked at the old man with a gloomy expression, walked up to him, sat down cross-legged, and moved his eyes to the animal bone that the old man was rubbing.
The old man's expression was as usual, as if all his attention was focused on the bones in his hands, and he did not notice Tian Xiezi's arrival, nor did he see Su Ming's presence.
He was there calmly, constantly rubbing, making click, click sounds that echoed in the leather tent, and some of them fluttered out and stayed there for a long time.
Time passed slowly, and Su Ming kept looking at the bones in the old man's hand. Under the gradual friction, the edges were worn away and became rounded.
Tian Xiezi never spoke, but kept looking, and his expression slowly changed, sometimes gloomy, sometimes enlightened, sometimes complicated.
The rain outside is getting heavier, and the thunder sometimes booms, and sometimes there is a moment of brightness, which reflects the three figures in the tent on the tent, and then quickly disperses as it shakes.
The concentration on the old man's expression made Su Ming seem to have a clear understanding. He didn't know when he stopped standing, but sat cross-legged aside, watching the friction of the bones and listening to the clicking sound. At this moment, He suddenly felt a calmness that had never appeared since Zibaisu appeared on the Ninth Peak.
At this moment, Su Ming was immersed in a state of selflessness due to his calm gaze. There were only bones in his eyes that were being rubbed. He did not see Tian Xiezi sitting opposite the old man. The clothes on his body seemed to have changed.
That kind of change only happens in an instant, and then returns to normal again. If you don't look carefully, it's hard to see clearly.
Time passed slowly. I don’t know how long it had passed. The old man’s movement of rubbing the animal bones paused. As he paused, Su Ming’s whole body was shaken and his eyes became clear. He saw the old man looking at Pick up the animal bones and seem to be staring at them.
For a long time, he changed the position of the animal bone and continued to rub it on the stone slab.
Tian Xiezi's expression became more complicated. After a long time, he sighed and stood up.
The moment he stood up, the old man's movements stopped, and he picked up the bone in his hand again. This bone had been made into a xun, and there were several small holes on it. After taking a look, he lifted He raised his head and did not look at Tian Xiezi. Instead, his eyes fell on Su Ming.
Those eyes are as calm as water, they seem to contain infinite wisdom, they see through life and death, they see through everything in this world, and they can accommodate all things.
In those eyes, there was kindness, tranquility, calmness, and a light that made Su Ming feel calmer after looking at them.
The old man raised his right hand and handed the bone xun in his hand to Su Ming.
Su Ming was silent, stood up and respectfully took the bone xun that looked very ordinary. At this moment, he suddenly understood what the old man meant when he looked at him. He wanted to let himself blow this bone xun.
Su Ming took the bone xun and took a few steps back silently. He sat on the ground and stared blankly at the xun in his hand. The rain outside was getting louder and the thunder was rumbling continuously.
Su Ming closed his eyes, put the bone xun in his hand to his mouth, and blew it gently.
He didn't know how to play the Xun, but over the years, the broken bone Xun in his storage bag has accompanied him through many nights of loneliness and homesickness...
During those many nights, he was alone, blowing the silent xun, and what lingered in his ears was the music in his memory.
The whining sound, with a desolate sound, came from the bone xun beside Su Ming's mouth, echoed in the leather tent, floated out, and dispersed in the world.
At this moment, it seems that even the thunder outside is silent, and even the rain is gentle, blending with the whimpering Xun music, playing the sound of longing together.
What Su Ming plays is not only the sound of this xun, but also the music in his memory. What makes the sound is the flow of breath in his mouth through this xun, but at the same time, it is also his heart that is moving.
This kind of movement is a kind of passage of time and a kind of memory.
There seems to be no other sound in the sound of whine. Only the simple ups and downs of the tone reveal a sense of desolation, containing the vicissitudes of life. In this quiet night, in this falling rain, in this strange world, It exists.
Like a lover crying in a low voice, like a tribesman wiping away tears and calling, like a childhood friend clenching his fist and roaring in anger...
Tian Xiezi closed his eyes and listened silently to the sound of the xun in his ears. Listening to the whining sound, his gloomy expression relaxed at this moment.
The old man also closed his eyes and looked calm.
This is a very long xun song. She may have a name, but Su Ming doesn't know. This kind of song has existed in his memory many times, but it was only now that he actually played it with the xun.
But... this is not his Xun. The Xun music played has a soul and his memory, but it still lacks a taste, which is the taste of home.
The end of the song.
Su Ming opened his eyes, looked at the bone xun in his hand, and realized something in his eyes, he stood up, and respectfully handed the xun to the old man.
A smile appeared on the old man's face, he looked at Su Ming kindly and nodded.
At this moment, Tian Xiezi also opened his eyes. Instead of looking at the old man, he stood up and walked out.
From beginning to end, he and the old man did not say a word to each other, but Su Ming knew that in fact, the two of them had already expressed thousands of words with their own Xun music.
As Tian Xiezi walked out, Su Ming hesitated for a moment, followed behind, and the two of them walked out of the leather tent. The rain outside was still heavy, falling on them and into the puddles on the ground.
After walking out of the tent for more than ten steps, Su Ming's footsteps suddenly stopped. The hesitation in his eyes was no longer but decisive.
As his steps stopped, Tian Xiezi also paused, but did not look back.
Su Ming bowed to Tian Xiezi, turned around and walked quickly towards the leather tent he had just left, lifted up the corner of the tent and walked in.
In the leather tent, when Su Ming walked in, the old man sitting there looked calmly.
"Can you...can you fix it..." Su Ming took out his bone xun from his bosom. This xun, which tasted like home, had many cracks and it could no longer make a sound. Su Ming held it and placed it on the In front of the old man.
The old man's eyes fell on the xun, he picked it up, looked at it carefully, and nodded.
Su Ming bowed respectfully, turned around and walked out of the tent, and left the tribe's stronghold with Tian Xiezi.
"Understood..." Outside the village, in the wind and rain, Tian Xiezi said calmly. Although he was wearing purple clothes at this moment, his expression was no longer gloomy.
"The first battle is the proof of cultivation, the second scene..." Su Ming looked at Tian Xiezi, was silent for a moment, and said: "The battle for the heart!"
"The person who fought in the first battle was my seventh junior brother. The person you see in the second scene, I don't know his name. I met him by chance many years ago and watched him make a xun...
From now on, whenever my heart changes, I will look for him and fight with my heart... fight with my situation..."
"You understand the method of making paintings and use it to meditate. There is no system in the practice. Everything requires the practice of the heart... There may be people who are not aware of this path and are also walking on it, but among the people I know, , there are only a few of us masters and disciples.
I walked farther, and your senior brothers also took a few steps, and what you have to face now is the first change of heart... A change of heart is like the appearance of a second you. "Tian Xiezi spoke softly.
"How to do it, I can't give you any advice. I can only tell you that my heart has changed... Let's go, I will take you to the Witch Clan to kill... Once the purple clothes of my master come out, it will be difficult to dissipate without a thousand hard work." Xiezi took a step towards the sky. Su Ming took a deep breath, whispered the word "change of heart", followed Tian Xiezi with a flash of eyes.
"He is a blind man, can you tell..." In the sky, when the master and apprentice disappeared, Tian Xiezi murmured faintly.
"Blind man..." Su Ming was stunned.
people scattered.
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There is a person whose name is his ears, who has a love, and whose obsession is his demon.
There is a kind of person whose friend is reading, and there is a kind of person whose name is the month.
There is a jug of wine, and words are songs.
There is a kind of kindness that cannot be repaid.
Hey, these two soy sauce poems are so well written and so lyrical. Anyway, I am intoxicated. I should vote for encouragement.
(End of this chapter)