Tian Xiezi's expression was always gloomy. He approached the gate of the village without stopping at all. The moment his body came into contact with the village, Su Ming's pupils shrank sharply. He saw the village's
The door was actually twisted, as if it had been moved to another place out of thin air at this moment, causing Tian Xiezi to slowly walk in.
Su Ming followed behind and also stepped in. After both of them had gone in, Su Ming looked back and saw that the gate of the village had reopened.{ %%.First release}
Obviously this is not the first time that Tian Xiezi has come here. At this moment, most of the people in the 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
, 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. There are too many small tribes like this in the land of Nanchen.
Looking around, when Su Ming cast his gaze on the leather tent with light shining through it, he clearly heard that the crackling sound, like bones being rubbed, came from within the leather tent.
Tian Xiezi approached, opened a corner of the tent, and walked in. Su Ming followed and entered the tent. When he entered, the first thing he saw 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 was shocked. After scanning the xun vessels, his eyes fell on an old man in the leather tent.
The old man had gray hair and was wearing animal skin clothes and upper body. He was sitting there at the moment, 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. It was as if all his attention was focused on the bones in his hands, and he did not notice the arrival of Tian Xiezi, nor did he see the existence of Su Ming.
He stayed there calmly, constantly rubbing, making click, click sounds that echoed in the 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 hands. Under the gradual friction, the edges were worn away and became rounded. (w/w/w..com/o/m %%Update
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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, looking at the friction of the bones and listening to the clicking sound. At this moment,
He suddenly felt a kind of calm 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 that Tian Xiezi was 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 rubbed the animal bones for a moment. 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 rubbing 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 vessel. There were several small holes on it. After taking a look, he lifted it up.
He raised his head and did not look at Tian Xiezi. Instead, his eyes fell on Su Ming.
Those are a pair of eyes that are as calm as water. They are a pair of eyes that seem to contain infinite wisdom. They can see through life and death, see through everything in this world, and can embrace 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 Xun music, but over the years, the broken and silent bone Xun in his storage bag accompanied him through many lonely and homesick nights...
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 played was not only the sound of the xun, but also the music in his memory. What made the sound was the breath in his mouth flowing through the xun, but it was also his heart that was 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 whimpering sound. 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 out. Like a childhood friend who clenches his fist and roars 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 also 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 does not know. This kind of music 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 song ends.
Su Ming opened his eyes and looked at the bone xun in his hand. With a clear understanding in his eyes, he stood up and handed the bone xun to the old man respectfully.
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 got 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 expressed thousands of words with their own Xun music.
As Tian Xiezi walked out, Su Ming hesitated for a moment, then followed him. The two walked out of the 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 steps suddenly stopped, and the hesitation in his eyes was no longer there, but decisiveness.
As his footsteps 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...repair it..." Su Ming took out his bone xun from his arms. This xun, which smelled like home, had many cracks. It could no longer make a sound. Su Ming took it and placed it on it.
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 village 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 to prove the 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 saw 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 said softly.
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"How to do it, I can't tell you how to do it. I can only tell you that my heart has changed... Let's go, I will take you to kill the Wu clan... Once the purple clothes of my master come out, it will be difficult to dissipate without thousands of hard work."
Xiezi took a step toward the sky. Su Ming took a deep breath, whispered the word "change of heart", and followed behind Tian Xiezi with a flash of his eyes.
"He is a blind man, can you tell..." In the sky, as the master and apprentice disappeared, Tian Xiezi murmured faintly.
"Blind man..." Su Ming was stunned.
People dispersed.
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 pot 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. To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly votes.