As for the sharp-mouthed monkey gills and thieves, they are not fools. Chen Fang yelled for no reason. It was obvious that someone was coming from behind. They were uneasy and kind. Only mentally retarded would be fooled. So they didn’t look back, they just pretended to chat and walk away. After a while, a team of patrol guards from the Knights of Scales passed by from their original position, and then took away the somewhat dumbfounded Chen Fang.
"Cut, he thought this would make us yin, Shi Lezhi." The sharp-mouthed monkey gill looked at Chen Fang's back when he was taken away with a mocking face.
"But, brother, we can't beat him even if he is taken away." The thief said with regret.
"It's okay, there is still a chance these days." said the pointed monkey cheek.
And Chen Fang was taken away by the patrol team and sent to Mundo, who was in charge of the camp, where he was given a severe lesson before letting him go.
"Oh, the novel routines are not reliable, I really regarded others as fools, and I became a fool." Chen Fang sighed.
Why do people encounter so many brain disabilities, and the IQs I encounter are all online? Ugh.
Chen Fangchang sighed, swaying and preparing to go to Jimo and the others to chat, walking and hearing the sound of musical instruments in his ears.
"Who is playing a small song to help sleep this night?" Chen Fang was curious, and followed the voice to find it.
went out of the camp and walked towards the river bank. Chen Fang came to the bank and saw an old man sitting on the bank, playing with a piccolo-like instrument, his eyes focused and deep.
Hey, isn't this Master Peterman? Chen Fang then saw the opponent's face clearly in the bright moonlight at night.
also don't know if it is Chen Fang's illusion, he heard deep sadness and deep memory in the tune played by the old man.
Chen Fang did not walk over to disturb others, but stood not far away and listened.
The sound of the tune is curvy and affectionate. It is true that the master musicians are different. The tune is hard to say, and the emotions in it can be clearly felt. Stop and listen. After the other party finished playing, Chen Fang was in his heart for a long time. Unable to calm down, so full of skills, he used a skill instrument he had never used to summon, and realized a suona, one of the four rogue instruments in the Blue Star instrument industry.
"Dili Ba La"
A song "Pig Ba Jie Back Daughter-in-law" is given to lovers all over the world.
all say that a suona sounds, either ascends to heaven, or worships, joy, anger, sorrow, omnipotence, from birth to the first seven, there is no song that it cannot play.
Chen Fanglan’s hometown relied on it to support the affair. He was curious when he was a child. After studying with the village elders for a few years, he was a well-known young suona expert in the village. Later, I learned how to smoke when I got out of society, and this craft was a waste.
Today, Peterman was aroused by interest. Chen Fang immediately took out the suona and blew it up. Not to mention, although he is a soul wearer, the physique of the awakened person controls his body during normal exercises, allowing him to use his fingers as he pleases. I stumbled in the first few tunes, but became more and more fluid in the back. It showed Zhu Bajie's joy of begging his wife and going home with his back.
Zhu Bajie’s daughter-in-law in the Blue Star flower planter is familiar with both the older generation and the younger generation. Anyone can hum a sentence or two, and when he hums, his body will always move involuntarily. It is a very classic song. Chen Fang has a deep memory of his old tunes because they are particularly festive and there are many points at the wedding banquet.
It didn’t matter that Chen Fang had blown himself down, but he awakened Peterman from his thoughts. When I heard this cheerful tune, his original sadness of cherishing his long-dead husband, disappeared suddenly. Without a trace, I remembered that when I and my wife were young, when I took her to Hehehe for the first time, it was a little nervous and impatient, containing expectations, and full of joy.
Peterman was a little bit dumbfounded, but he missed it very much. He turned his head and looked at the place where the music was coming from. Then he saw a young man whose head was slightly reflective under the moonlight, shaking his head and blowing with emotion and emotion. Used wind instruments.
This young man is also a war musician? Why is the sound tube in his hand so loud and the tone so varied? What tune is he playing, how come he has never heard it? Did he create it himself or was it taught by others?
Peterman listened to this joyous tune that had never been seen before, and many questions emerged in his mind.
When the suona came out, there were no more instruments, which meant that the suona sound was very irritable, so that all other instruments were depressed, the sound that seemed to penetrate the air, the more open the place, the farther it went.
Chen Fang's suona also spread to the camp of the Knights of Scales. The people who were doing things were suppressed by the cheerful voice, and they stopped working and listened.
"I seem to be back the night I got married."
"me too."
"You don't think the rhythm of this song is so magical, I feel that I am going to be brainwashed."
"Yes, when I might go to bed at night, my mind will automatically cycle."
Chen Fang's suona made the people in the camp groan involuntarily.
The whole song of Zhu Bajie's wife is not long, so Chen Fang stopped after a few cycles of blowing. This suona was a little addictive as soon as he took it out. After Chen Fang swallowed and swallowed his mouth, he started again. Another tune was played.
"DiDi~mile~Da La"
The sound of the suona was long and sad this time. As soon as Pu appeared, it made people feel tight in their hearts. The feeling of sorrow and sorrow was felt in the heart, and the mood suddenly fell, as if the most important thing had been lost.
Peterman originally wanted to talk to Chen Fang after Chen Fang had finished blowing his piggyback wife. When he just stood up and wanted to walk over, Chen Fang blew a suona again. The sorrowful voice came into his ears, hitting his heart, letting From the sadness, he recalled his wife again.
Under the influence of Suona, Peterman's emotions changed too much before and after. He was about to stand still, and he almost rolled into the river as a result. He stood still in a hurry, Peterman was full of black lines, but he quickly stabilized and sat down again, immersed in Chen Fang's sorrowful suona.
The people in the camp planned to continue to do things after the happy suona was cut off, but within a few seconds before and after, the suona sounded again, but this time the sound was really stern, and the heavy grief poured directly into the heart, and grief came from it. The joyful mood before directly shattered.
"Ooo, ooo, I thought of my brother Bitter ah."
"Mother, why did you leave your son alone? I haven't served your old man yet."
"Father, I will give you a grave when I go back this year."
The emotional people in the camp, after hearing such a sad suona, all cried bitterly, recalling their lost loved ones, crying for a while, crying for a while, crying for a while.
Of course, some people are very angry.
"Who is that, the first song is cheerful, and the latter suddenly becomes so sad. This is not intentional to make people neurotic."
"Who is holding on to it, I will be happy for a while and sad."
"How do I feel this song is so ominous, when I think of facing the giant beast tomorrow, I always feel that this song is sending me farewell."
"I'm going, I feel like seeing off when you say that."
"I seem to see myself hanging up."
"Who is blowing this, so stop it quickly."
Music most mobilizes emotions, and the tunes of the planting flower family that are condensed by the common people are even more so. The "Funeral March" played by Chen Fang this time is tragic to the extreme, and at the same time ominous to the extreme. Everyone who heard it felt that someone was there. Farewell, it's so special that this is a farewell to life and death. It's too much to respond. If this music doesn't stop, don't think about mobilizing morale to fight the behemoth tomorrow, because Quante is so embarrassed.
Such an ominous music enveloped the entire camp. How could I still be able to stay in the list? Forget the cheerful one just now. This is not enough to give people the final song. If you don't stop it, let alone others, he will collapse. .
Luo Lie rushed out of the camp and followed the sound to find Chen Fang who was blowing suona on the bank of the river. The others came before the sound.
"Xiao Chen, stop, stop blowing."
Although Chen Fang was very devoted ~EbookFREE.me~, he heard the voice of Luo Lie, so he stopped and looked at Luo Lie suspiciously.
"Listen to the leader, what's the matter?"
"What's the matter? What kind of tune are you playing? It makes people uneasy to say. When I think of tomorrow's battle, I feel like I'm going to die."
How can this little bald head learn the perverted wind and evil music? This sounds confusing.
"It's so amazing." Chen Fang was startled. What he played was just an ordinary funeral song by Blue Star.
"Fantastic woolen thread, don't blow it anyway, you have to fight against the behemoth tomorrow." Luo Lie almost cried.
"Oh, or I'll play a little more happy song, let everyone slow down." Chen Fang was ashamed of causing others trouble and prepared to remedy it.
"Farewell, you are going to blow it again, everyone will not even sleep at night."
Luo Lie hurriedly stopped, how could he dare to let Chen Fang blow another song, the first one is cheerful and the other is sad, which has already made people feel emotionally ups and downs, but fortunately, people here are used to life and death, and the adjustment ability is still good. Come here, but this is going to be another song, ups and downs, it is estimated that no one will be able to calm down after a night.
Chen Fang saw that the other party wouldn't let him blow, so he shrugged and put away the suona.
"Boy, what song did you play just now?" Peterman walked over and asked.
"Funeral March, what's wrong." Chen Fang said.
Listen to the black thread, you are screaming, tomorrow a group of people are going to fight against the giant beasts, you play such an unlucky tune at night, do you want to set the tone in advance? Why is the conscience so bad?
