Spring passes, autumn comes, cold comes and summer comes. In the blink of an eye, two years pass by in a hurry.
In the early morning, the sunlight shines through the window into a small house of fifteen or six square meters.
This cabin is located in a small farmyard, facing south. When you open the door, you can see a hunting bow hanging on the wall facing the door.
Underneath the hunting bow is a three-foot-high desk with several paintings scattered on it.
On the west side there is one three feet high from the ground, with three layers of wooden boards and filled with puppet models.
In the row below, there are several house models, in the middle row there are clay dolls that look like real people, and in the row above, there are wooden carvings of cute little animals in different shapes.
To the east was a wooden couch three feet high, with a four-foot-tall boy sleeping on it.
He closed his eyes, smiled, took long breaths, and slept as if he was still curled up in his mother's body.
The sunlight shone on his body and moved slowly until it hit his face. His eyelashes beat a few times and he slowly opened his eyes, which were as clear as water in black and white.
He tilted his head and looked at the dust floating in the sunlight shining through the window. He didn't know what he thought of and was lost in thought.
Suddenly, a mosquito flapped its wings, flew through the window, and flew into the hut. It seemed that it had discovered delicious food, and flew straight towards the dazed boy lying on the bed.
The sound of mosquitoes reached Qin Yi's ears. Qin Yi instinctively stabbed it with his right hand, and the sound disappeared immediately.
Only then did Qin Yi regain his composure, glanced at the ant between his index finger and middle finger, and flicked it out of the window.
"I'm getting more and more crazy now. When I wake up in the morning and look at the dust in the sun, I can think of "Yi"?"
Reading too much of this book is not a good thing.
Qin Yi shook his head with a smile and got out of bed.
In the past few years, Qin Yi has long discovered that after drinking Yangyuan Decoction instead of eating, Qin Yi now has a fragrant mouth and no dirt on his body even if he doesn't wash up.
Qin Yi got out of bed and stood in front of the door habitually, putting his right hand on top of his head and drawing a line with his nails.
"Grown a few millimeters taller!"
Since he started practicing martial arts, Qin Yi seems to have entered puberty early. In just two years, he has grown nearly two feet taller.
If it weren't for the vitality foundation with skill upgrade rewards, Qin Yi's body would probably have had various minor problems due to rapid growth, and he would not be as healthy as he is now.
Qin Yi looked at his body and nodded with satisfaction.
Although he has practiced martial arts for two years, he has not become a muscle monster. The lines of his body muscles are smooth and natural, but full of explosive power. Coupled with his handsome appearance...
Qin Yi couldn't be more satisfied with this appearance and figure.
Qin Yi got dressed, locked the door, said hello to Zhenniang as usual, and hurried out of the door to the west courtyard of the village.
"Son."
"Datou, since you completed Qiangshi and entered UBM, you have read "Shu" for a few days and then "Yi" by Tian. What are you going to watch today?"
"Master, I have a name now. Yi, Qin Yi, please stop calling me Datou, okay?"
Qin Xu smiled and nodded: "Well, okay, Datou."
Qin Yi sighed helplessly and stopped worrying about the name. He thought about it and said, "Sir, I want to watch "Music" and learn an instrument by the way."
"Oh? Okay, there are five musical instruments, flute, harp, zither, drum and bell. Which one do you like?"
Qin Yi's eyes lit up and he asked: "Master, I like them all, can you teach me them all?"
"I want to be beautiful, I can only choose one!"
"I can only choose one thing." Qin Yi muttered in disappointment, tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said: "Then... the flute."
"Oh? Why did you choose the flute?" Qin Xu raised his eyebrows and asked curiously.
"The other four are too big to carry. Moreover, the flute is the most sword-like instrument among the five musical instruments. It can even be used as a sword when the sword is not used."
After hearing Qin Yi's answer, Qin Xu shook his head with a smile and said, "The flute is a musical instrument, and you want to use it as a sword before you learn it. You really are not a music learner."
After Qin Xu finished laughing, he looked at Qin Yi's accusing eyes and thought that he was the one who asked Qin Yi to learn any skill based on swordsmanship.
He is the one who started it.
He couldn't help but laughed awkwardly and said: "Okay, you can watch "Music" first, and in two days, I will teach you the flute."
"Yes, sir."
When Qin Yi went to the library to read, Qin Xu couldn't help but told Qin Yi: "When reading, read with questions. If you have questions, don't ask me immediately. Try to find the answer yourself first, and wait until you have the answer."
Ask me again, then combine my answers and think about it yourself. If you still have questions, you can ask them again and discuss them with me. Qin Yi, remember, my answers are not necessarily correct. Don't be fooled by my answers.
It shackles your wisdom."
"Yes, sir."
When Qin Yi's figure disappeared from the door of the library, Mr. Huang smiled and said: "Sir, have you forgotten who was speechless by the big head in "Yi" yesterday? In the end, he became angry from shame.
Are you calling Da Tou a traitor?"
Qin Xu coughed twice. It was because of this that he specifically warned him again today.
He was afraid that Qin Yi was scared yesterday so that he didn't dare to ask.
"Ahem, is that so? Is there such a thing? Why don't I remember? Oh, by the way, Mr. Huang, have you brought my sapphire flute? There is also Qin Yi's flute. I need to prepare one too. Please help me.
Mr. Huang has taken a lot of trouble."
Huang Lao smiled and did not dwell on yesterday's embarrassing incident anymore. He followed Qin Xu's topic and continued: "What kind of flute do you plan to choose for Datou?"
"In the beginning, I didn't use a very good flute, so I just used a bamboo flute."
"What kind of bamboo should we use?"
"I think Datou likes the color purple, so I'll use Purple Spirit Bamboo. I remember there's a length of Purple Spirit Bamboo in my inventory. Although it's not long, it's definitely enough to make a flute."
Mr. Huang looked at Qin Xu, and he really doted on Da Tou more and more. He even used purple spirit bamboo to make a bamboo flute for Da Tou to use for practice.
You know, it's a spiritual material.
Even for Qin Xu, it was a rare good thing.
"What's wrong? Mr. Huang, why are you looking at me with such strange eyes?"
Mr. Huang quickly came back to his senses and randomly found someone to answer: "Oh, it's okay, sir. I was just in a daze and wanted to find someone to make a bamboo flute."
When Qin Xu heard this, he immediately became energetic, nodded seriously, and discussed with Mr. Huang: "Well, people who make flutes really need to think about it carefully... Mr. Huang, what do you think of Master Sun?"
Master Sun?
That master craftsman from the Marquis of Suiyang who was world-famous for making musical instruments?
Young Master, although you have a very good relationship with Young Master Feng of Suiyanghou, you even owed a huge favor back then.
But, sir, no matter how great the favor is, it cannot be wasted like this.