genius divination

Chapter 1286
Fan Jiannan looked at Zhang Jian and said calmly, "Not long ago, you were not so confident. What gave you the capital of self-confidence? The Holy Grail stolen from the cathedral, or your knowledge of witchcraft?" What are you improving? I would like to learn."

"We can talk about anything. However, I heard that this old man plays the lusheng well. I wonder if we can demonstrate it on the spot." Zhang Jian looked at Shi Chaodong with a smile.

"It's just a ditty made by villagers in the mountains, it's not worth mentioning." Shi Chaodong said plainly. "It's okay to blow and play, but I can't show it off deliberately. I'm a Miao wizard, not a street performer."

"It seems that this old gentleman is still very traditional. But what if I insist on listening?" Zhang Jian narrowed his eyes.

"If you insist on listening, you must be prepared to suffer the consequences. The consequences will be fatal." Shi Chaodong calmly raised the six-tube reed in his hand.

Zhang Jian picked up the wine glass on the table and said, "Blowing a sheng has always been used as a metaphor for drinking in ancient China. I remember it was said in "Partridge Sky Drinking Wheat Wine" that if someone asks about the secrets of drinking, he can do it by blowing a sheng. Mr. Blow the sheng and I drink, the same way but the same effect, complement each other."

Shi Chaodong played the reeds calmly. In the evening in this Miao village, there was nothing but the sound of the wind blowing the vegetation.The sheng is silent at first, but the old man's playing attitude is extraordinarily solemn and sacred.

Fan Jiannan keenly felt the tremor of the sound waves in the air. It was originally calm and calm, but it suddenly increased. The piercing sound waves were like hundreds of rivers converging into the sea, rushing wildly.But all of this can only be detected with a keen perception of magic power.

Zhang Jian also felt the compelling surge of sound waves, he was surprised for a while, and his body retreated suddenly.With a serious face, he said, "Okay, I never thought that there would be such an expert as Mr. in this mere Miao village."

After saying this, the wine bowl in his hand shattered.None of the fragments of the wine bowl were as big as a fingernail, and almost all of them were powdered.Even Fan Jiannan's heart skipped a beat, he didn't expect this Miao man's sorcery to be so exquisite.

But what was even more astonishing was still behind. Although the wine bowl had been shattered into countless pieces, not a single drop of wine spilled out.Zhang Jian's hand still maintained the posture of holding the wine bowl.Although the wine bowl was shattered, the wine still seemed to be contained in the bowl, or at least kept in the form of being contained in the bowl, being held up by Zhang Jian out of thin air.

It was like a puddle of liquid, suspended in his hand out of thin air.Zhang Jian said without changing his face, "This wine is good wine, but the wine bowl is too weak."

Fan Jiannan saw it clearly, Zhang Jian concentrated the magic power to forcibly fix the wine in his hands.This almost magical manipulation of magic power is enough to make even the current magic masters feel ashamed.

Shi Chaodong didn't even raise his head, as if he had already been in a mysterious and ethereal state at this moment.There is nothing else in his eyes, and even this world has little connection with him.His whole life seemed to merge with this silent reed.Lusheng's sound waves rise and fall one after another, and the waves ebb and flow, as if there is no beginning and no end, and it is long enough to last forever.

This silent sound actually coincides with the sounds of nature, is impeccably integrated with the whole nature, and has the artistic conception of Taoism following nature in the Tao Te Ching.No matter whether the sound wave is rising or falling, it actually gives people a feeling of incomparable harmony, just like everything should be like this.

Fan Jiannan lost his mind for a while at the side. If it hadn't been for a few seconds of his being lost, a strong heat flow suddenly erupted in his body, and he would have been lost in this silent sound.At the critical moment, the blood cleavage in his body broke out again, like a hidden beast roaring in the deepest part of his heart.Brutely brought him back to reality.

Shi Chaodong was still blowing the silent Lusheng, while Zhang Jian, who was standing two meters away, turned redder and redder, as if he was really drunk.Finally, Shi Chaodong slowly put down the Lusheng in his hand, and his whole spirit seemed to weaken suddenly.

Zhang Jian took several steps back before stopping. He looked at the palm of his hand in horror.Originally, he used mana to wrap up the lingering wine, but now there was no drop left.But his hands and the ground didn't show the slightest sign of getting wet, only the air was full of the smell of wine.

Zhang Jian exhaled slightly and said, "What a powerful sonic technique. It can not only shatter the wine bowl in an instant, but also atomize the wine in a very short time. This strange witch I am afraid that there is no second person in the world who can do it."

Shi Chaodong glanced at him indifferently, but didn't speak.In fact, the shock in his heart was more than that of Zhang Jian. He thought that after playing the Lusheng piece, Zhang Jian would get hurt no matter what.But he didn't expect Zhang Jian to tease him indifferently like a normal person.Is it really necessary to use that method?Shi Chaodong felt helpless sadness welling up in his heart.

Zhang Jian said slowly, "Mr., you are the most unknown master I have ever seen. However, it is clear that your ability is quite powerful.

And I also vaguely feel something familiar in your Lusheng.Very close to those ancient Shamanic.It seems that what Zhang Yunling said is not wrong, maybe there is really something hidden in you. "

"Are you also wanting something like a music score?" Shi Chaodong said indifferently, "If so, you can kill me now. The Miao family's wu music has been passed down by word of mouth through generations, and there has never been a written word. What kind of music score chart?" Collections are only in your imagination."

"No?" Zhang Jian frowned slightly, and said with a smile, "It's okay if you don't have one, then play the silent Lusheng you have learned again for me. I have a feeling. Just now, you didn't Play it completely. This piece of Lusheng should have two movements, but you only played one of them, and the gradual and delicate part stopped abruptly, which is really a pity."

Shi Chaodong raised his head to look at Zhang Jian, and said slowly, "Are you sure? I just played the sheng, but the next chapter will be the sheng."

"Busy?" Zhang Jian frowned slightly.

"This is a character created by the Miao people in ancient times. There is a word for death under the bamboo prefix. It is specially used to correspond to the sheng. The sheng is played to the living, while the ji is used to summon the soul of the dead. "Shi Chaodong said coldly, "Do you still want to hear it?"

"Oh? It's so strange? I want to try it even more. Old man, please." Zhang Jian stretched out his hand with a smile on his face. "I'm all ears."

(End of this chapter)