Chapter 211: Natural chord

　　 Alan ambushed a white-tailed deer, and the machete accurately slashed on the back of the stag, making it incapacitated and kneeling on the ground for slaughter.
　　 After slaughtering the opponent, he dragged the white-tailed deer to the river and began to mutilate and clean the deer.
　　 There were a lot of fish in the river, Alan threw the entrails of the stag into the river, and immediately attracted two pikes.
　　 Alan has eyesight and quick hands, hulas her hands in the water, and grabs a big pike with her bare hands, which weighs ten kilograms.
　　 He changed his hands and opened the pike to clean it, and then returned with two deer legs, carrying the fish and a bucket of water.
　　 Suddenly, there was the sound of birds flying behind him, and Alan looked back vigilantly, and saw the birds yelling and flying away in the woods across the river. It was obvious that something was coming out inside.
　　 Alan stepped back and stared at the woods. Others didn't believe there were monsters, but he knew there were lizard people here.
　　 However, until he retreated more than ten meters away, he did not see anyone coming out in the woods across the river.
　　 Thinking that this place shouldn't stay long, Alan immediately ran towards the gathering spot with food.
　　 After he left, there was a splash in the river, and a humanoid creature came out of the water carrying a pike and walked onto the bank from the river.
　　 This humanoid creature is only one meter tall and looks like a child. Its mouth and eyes are big, and its pupils are as sharp as snake eyes.
　　 The skin looks like rocky lines, with a bluish-black luster, and the whole body is covered with delicate black scales, without a trace of hair, and the bones on his head are undulating like a helmet.
　　 Thousands of folds overlapped like a shell pattern on the abdomen, and a circle of animal skin skirts were wrapped around his waist. Behind him was a snake tail that was longer than his height, and he kept shaking like a steel whip.
　　The hands and feet are like eagle's claws, and there are spikes with cold metal light on the elbows and knees.
　　 It is true that he is a lizardman, but if he has horns on his head, he will definitely be called a dragonman in China.
　　 With hatred and doubt in his eyes, he looked at Alan who was going away, threw the fish, jumped onto the tree and followed.
　　 This is just a two-year-old lizardman. Although humans can be seen every year, the last time the Illuminati used civilians to experiment was four years ago, so he thought Alan was a strong man with hidden strength.
　　Although Alan felt weak, he was too young after all, and he did not choose to take the initiative to show up or even attack. Seeing that Alan didn't find himself, he jumped across the river and returned to the lair to inform the parents.
　　 I have to say that Alan took a life, and this was also in Huang Ji's expectation. He knew that Alan could return safely with food.
　　 "I may have encountered a monster, I feel that something terrible is spying on me..." Returning to the gathering point, Alan said everything just now.
　　 Everyone didn't care, only the old king knew that he might have encountered a lizardman. Fortunately, Alan was not attacked.
　　 Huang Ji said: "So the monster is on the other side of the river..."
　　 The magician said: "Do you really believe there are monsters? Five thousand kilograms of pulling force is too much. Polar bears have only one ton of power."
　　 Huang Ji said: "I would rather believe it, not believe it. It is impossible for Kogas to let us have a picnic..."
　　 Everyone thinks it makes sense, regardless of whether the monster is nonsense, there is a danger here.
　　 Everyone wanted to deploy some traps nearby, Huang Ji stopped, and said, "There must be that kind of monster. What's the use of building copper walls and iron walls? Don't waste your energy."
　　 After that, Huang Ji held a pot of herbal juice and sprinkled it around.
　　 "What is this?" Hani held her nose, feeling the smell was extremely pungent.
　　 Huang Ji said: "For some drugs with pungent odors, didn't Cogas say that monsters are sensitive to odors? Sprinkling them around may be useful. At least the wolves will not come close."
　　 Everyone knows it, and they start to make a barbecue, and everyone eats game deliciously. Huang Ji was silently cleaning a thin bone and placing some flasks.
　　 They didn't seem to notice that there were four lizardfolk peeping at them on a tree not far away.
　　 The four lizardmen, two large and two small, are only eight or nine meters away from them, sniffing the scent of herbs that are spilled by the yellow pole.
　　 This gas is pungent to humans, but to Lizardmen, it is fragrant and fragrant, making them feel comfortable.
　　 More importantly, he felt that his breathing became much easier, and his lung capacity was significantly enlarged.
　　 "Will it be poisonous? My father said that humans are our enemies and will do everything possible to harm us." One of them was the little lizardman before.
　　 "These are just civilians. The enemy's test items are too weak. You can kill them all alone." Another taller lizardman whispered.
　　 He glanced at the people who were eating barbecue with laughter and laughter, and realized that they were all weak, because they exuded the breath of the weak.
　　 From the perspective of vitality, they are inferior to the bison.
　　 This made the two little lizardmen behind him a little eager to try, they wanted to rush down and kill them all, and try their hunting skills.
　　 But at this moment, a strange voice came into their ears.
　　 "Woo..." It was Huang Ji, and suddenly he started playing the bone flute.
　　 This is really a simple flute that can't be more simple, hollow out the bone tube, cut a few holes, and place a thin piece of bone on the mouthpiece, and it's done.
　　 A deep, long voice rang out, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.
　　 Huang Ji held the flute in one hand, and his nails ran across the mouth of the six-bottle beaker, making a chord-like sound.
　　 He also covered the deer skin on the medicine jar, with many small bones and stones in it, and tapped the deer skin with his palm, making a muffled noise.
　　 The end of the bone flute lightly taps the side of the medicine pot to make a crisp sound.
　　At the same time, the medicine jar was swayed under force, and the bones and stones inside also hit and crashed.
　　 For a time, Huang Ji's whole body moved and played a very structured melody.
　　 Everyone was eating, seeing Huang Ji suddenly playing music, only that he wanted to relieve everyone's nervousness.
After all, 　　 was caught up to participate in the death game somehow, after a series of nervousness to survive, at this moment, he can finally sit down to eat and drink.
　　 Everyone is sitting around the fire, there is water and meat, it is indeed almost music.
　　In the ears of everyone, Huang Ji played a smooth rhythmic movement with simple instruments.
　　 To be nice, it’s not enough. The instrument is too crude. Although the rhythm is smooth, the tone is dumb and mocking.
　　 But everyone has gone through many lives and deaths, and now it’s hard to sit down and rest. I have enjoyed listening to music. At first glance, I feel beautiful.
　　Especially Huang Ji's occasional reminder when his fingertips lightly swiped across the flask.
God knows how he popped up, Huang Ji’s fingers seemed to have magical powers, and the moments when the fingertips passed, all the joys and colors merged together. Hani once suspected that she heard electric sounds, and there was a small snake commotion in her head. The posterior nerves were shrinking slightly, teaching her a strange feeling that was indescribable and unspeakable.
　　 "Papa..." Everyone couldn't help clapping their hands in harmony. They wanted to use their beat palms to keep up with Huang Ji's beat, but they slapped them down and the noise went in. Instead, they frowned slightly and stopped consciously.
　　Music still needs to be compared. At first I heard Huang Ji’s music and the tone was monotonous, but after adding everyone’s co-beat, everyone immediately heard the sense of disharmony.
　　 is like Huang Ji's music, adding any extra noise will be inconsistent, and it has been integrated with the surrounding wind, leaves, water, and birds.
　　 Pharaoh’s eyes widened. He had learned vocal music for a while, and when he heard the doorway, he couldn’t help being surprised.
The melody of 　　 Huangji is tailored to the environment at this moment.
The tune of 　　 becomes natural. If the sound of nature changes, his rhythm will change accordingly. This is a chord with heaven and earth. No one in the audience has this ability, so no one can match it.
　　It is...Whoever the music on earth is in the same tune, I travel alone in the sky!
　　 "Huh..."
　　 The sound of the wind is getting louder, the place is surrounded by mountains, and there is howling when the wind crosses the valley.
　　 flock of birds and Ming Yingquan whisper, the wind blows the fallen leaves and dances, and thousands of background sounds naturally complement the monotony of the yellow bone flute.
　　 Everyone did not dare to make a sound to disturb, quietly immersed in the chorus of heaven and earth.
　　I usually take it for granted, as a background, it automatically shields the natural sounds that I have never stopped and listened to. Under the guidance of Huang Ji's flute, it becomes clear into the tone.
　　 The yellow extremely monotonous and dumb music, with the supplement of Toriquan Fengye, turned into a full-sounding movement.
　　 No one can tell, whether heaven and earth made the sound of Huangji's flute or the sound of Huangji's flute made the sound of heaven and earth by UU Reading www.uukanshu.com.
　　 The flickering mouth of the finger-style bottle is even more exciting as if to fly.
　　 comes and goes, and it is fleeting, making people fascinated, drunk, and melancholy.
　　 I only heard that Huang Ji's rhythm is fast with the wind, becoming more and more exciting.
The frequency of 　　 fingerstyle is getting more and more compact, layer by layer, layer by layer, sending everyone into higher enjoyment.
　　 "Sa!"
　　 "Warning!"
　　 The rhythm is getting faster and faster, and it is almost at the end that Huang Ji pulled open the neckline before the mouth of the finger bottle, tearing his own clothes!
　　 Sometimes the bass is deep, sometimes the treble is clear, and suddenly there is such a sound, which instantly makes everyone feel like their heads exploded.
　　 The sound of cracking silk and the urging sound alternated, becoming more and more anxious, all the sounds converged in one place.
　　 In the end, under an eagle's roar passing by in the sky, everything suddenly fell silent.
　　 Everyone came back to their senses, and then looked at Huang Ji, they had already put down the bone flute, and the clothes on his body were torn apart by themselves.
　　 And the full movement has disappeared, and only the untuned background noise remains in my ears.
　　 is nothing more than the sound of wind, water, and birds.
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