Lord Shura's only favorite concubine

Chapter 380 When the flowers bloom and meet each other (6)

"The blood soul is made of a precious blood tree from the extreme north. This kind of blood tree is very ferocious. It usually survives by sucking the blood of the living creatures around it. Therefore, the blood wood that can survive in the extreme north There are only a handful of them. But this kind of blood tree loves the sound of the zither very much. If someone plays the zither within a hundred miles, the branches of the blood tree will dance along with it.

According to legend, a luthier in the past found a blood tree by chance, and seeing that it was in love with the sound of the piano, he thought that if this blood tree was made into a piano, it would be the most precious treasure in the world.

Because the qin master was not very skilled in martial arts, he recruited two close friends with strong martial arts skills to cut down the blood tree for him to make the body of the qin.Those two seniors were also very committed people, and they desperately cut down the blood tree for him, but they were seriously injured during the fight with the blood tree, and died shortly after returning.

The news of the successive deaths of the two seniors hit the luthier very hard. He locked himself in the house for three whole months without seeing anyone, and when he came out again, he already had the blood soul in his hand. Seeing the anticipation in Bizhu's eyes, Xuanyuan Yuewu smiled lightly, and then told the origin of the blood soul in a low voice.

"Two lives were lost just for one qin, this qin master is too much." After hearing Xuanyuan Yuewu's narration, Bi Zhu's pretty face was immediately covered with a sullen look.

There are so many good violins in the world, why did this luthier want a blood tree, and let his two best friends die, Bi Zhu immediately felt that this luthier must be a fool.

"Actually, I don't blame the luthier. The spirituality of the blood wood is so strong. If it is made into a qin, the sound of the qin will be the best in the world. The luthier loves the qin, just like a swordsman loves the sword." Xuanyuan Yuewu stretched out her hand to hold the green bamboo Hand, afraid that she would raise her voice when she was excited, and draw the eyes of the surroundings.

"But no matter how much a swordsman loves swords, he won't use other people's lives to forge swords for him." Bi Zhu curled her lips, looked at the blood soul in Gong Panyan's hand, and said dissatisfied.

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Yuewu just smiled and did not continue to argue with Bi Zhu.As far as she knew, throughout the ages, many famous swords would sacrifice some living people to enhance the evil spirit and spirituality of the sword during the sword-making process.In the final analysis, after all, they are unable to pass the hurdle of the desire in their hearts.

When several people were talking, Gong Panyan had already walked to a high platform behind the round platform with the blood soul in his arms.Gently placing the qin on the table, Gong Panyan smiled at the audience, and began to pluck the strings with a pair of bare hands.

As soon as the strings moved, an ethereal and melodious luthier sounded in the room.Brother and sister Xuanyuan Yuewu and Ye Lingmo are people who know the rhythm very well. As soon as the piano sound started, they already recognized that it was an ancient song called Changfeng.

"The piano skills are good, as expected of the world's number one luthier." Xuanyuan Junxi looked up at Gong Panyan on the round platform, and praised with a smile.

"The sound of the piano is so ethereal, which is rare." Xuanyuan Yuewu also nodded slightly, appreciating Gong Panyan's piano skills very much.

Ye Lingmo, who was at the side, heard this song, and the bitterness that had been suppressed in his heart suddenly poured out like a lake breaking its embankment.

In the depths of the green bamboo, there used to be a person sitting quietly in a bamboo house, stroking a long wind for him.It's just that the sound of the piano is still the same now, but the person who played the piano for him in the past is no longer there.

(End of this chapter)