Fortunately, Chen Feng had studied music for a period of time in his previous life. Although he did not know anything about the piano, he was quite familiar with musical instruments like the flute and flute.
The reason was simple. It was cheap!
As he thought about it, Chen Feng picked up the bamboo flute in his hand and took a deep breath.
The way the Blue Sea Tide Song was produced was to use internal energy to sink into the dantian, turning it into exhaled air and pouring it into the bamboo flute. And using the connection of music as a trump card to attack the enemy and reflect on the mind.
"Hu ~"
Immediately, Chen Feng began to circulate his cultivation.
Others might not be able to see it, but the internal energy in his dantian was like a flood that had been opened and poured into the bamboo flute endlessly.
However, the strange thing was that his voice broke in an instant…
"What happened?"
Sensing the abnormality, Chen Feng began to think carefully.
After waiting for a few minutes, it dawned on him that he was playing according to the music.
This was not right. Song of the Blue Sea Tide was also a type of martial arts.
The sound wave technique was the hardest to cultivate!
If he wanted to practice it well, he had to do it step by step.
Slowly, he began to try every tone, starting from the lightest level. When he couldn't attack people, he would familiarize himself with the tune and then slowly infuse his internal energy into it.
With this in mind, Chen Feng began to try.
After a few times, he finally touched the threshold.
Hence, Chen Feng began to slowly play the song. Without adding in his internal energy, he became more and more familiar with it.
However, what Chen Feng did not know was that this song had also been heard by others.
...
"What's that sound?"
Abruptly hearing a crisp whistling sound, A'Zhu immediately came out of her sleep. Sensing that something was wrong, she carefully put on her clothes and walked out following the sound of the melody.
As she walked, she gradually left the monastery. She looked down at the forest and realized that Chen Feng was blowing the bamboo flute.
"It's very nice…It seemed to be even better than Miss Wang's.”
As she listened, A'Zhu could not help but compare Chen Feng's music to Wang Yuyan, the young lady of Mandala Villa. However, what surprised her was that Chen Feng's music seemed to be even more brilliant.
Of course!
She didn't know that this song was created by Huang Yaoshi to mourn his dead wife. It contained countless thoughts and feelings about life.
For some reason, A'Zhu gradually became a little infatuated.
The whole night passed.
Thus, such a painting appeared under the moon.
In the forest, a young Taoist priest was waving his bamboo flute. As the melody fluctuated, the girl was entranced by the sound of the music. The moonlight shone on her and she looked so beautiful.
However, it lasted for an entire night.
It was not until the next morning that the rooster's crowing woke the two of them up.
Only then did A'Zhu realize that she had lost her composure, so she hurriedly turned around and returned to the Taoist temple. When he looked at Chen Feng, he realized that he had only woken up because he did not notice A'Zhu.
"Phew ~"
Chen Feng let out a long sigh of relief. His eyes were filled with excitement.
This night was worth it.
Even though he had worked hard the entire night, he was already familiar with the song of the rising tide of the blue sea. Moreover, he was gradually able to add inner force into the first few sentences and turn them into sound wave techniques.
He believed that as long as he persevered, he would be able to completely master the Blue Sea Tide Song in a month at most!
It was also at this moment…
"Ding! Congratulations, the cooldown time for the top-grade Celestial Celestial Cota has ended. Please harvest it as soon as possible!”
At this moment, Chen Feng suddenly heard a system notification. Then, without a word, he immediately came to the vicinity of the herbal field and looked over.
Chen Feng was stunned when he looked over.
He saw that this small medicinal field was already filled with green spiritual herbs and immortal herbs.
The original cabbage had turned into a kind of immortal herb similar to the Chinese Knotweed.
As for the green onions, they became the spirit herbs that could detoxify and cure illnesses!
At the same time, through the system's scan, Chen Feng could also identify the types and effects of these two immortal herbs.
"Cultivation World-Top Grade Chinese Knotweed! It can increase one's internal strength and true qi cultivation, strengthen one's physique, and if consumed for a long time, it can be used to reverse one's innate state.”
"Fantasy World-Hundred Year Grass Lingzhi! It can detoxify all poisons, revive the dead, flesh and bones, and can be used for a long time without being invaded by all poisons.”
Chen Feng was ecstatic when he saw these two messages!
These two spiritual herbs could completely cure the plague at the foot of the mountain. After seeing the number of these two immortal herbs, Chen Feng felt that it was enough.
Therefore, he immediately started picking them.
In the end, Chen Feng counted. There were a total of five fleeceflower roots and thirty top-grade grass Lingzhi.
This amount was enough to boil a large pot of medicine and open the mountain gate to relieve the disaster.
But... If he were to use these spiritual herbs for himself…
It had to be said that this idea was very attractive!
This Daoist temple belonged to Chen Feng, and everything that was produced by the Daoist temple's golden finger should be obtained or used by him.
Why?
Were they going to give these spiritual herbs that were immune to all poisons and could strengthen internal strength to the people at the foot of the mountain?
But...
"Chen Feng! Wake up!"
With a bang, Chen Feng smashed into the wall.
He could not be so selfish…
The people at the foot of the mountain were innocent. Because of the years of war in Great Song, the land was now filled with grief. And what wrong did those commoners have to wait for death?
In an instant, Chen Feng recalled the situation when he had just transmigrated.
However, it was precisely because he was wearing a Daoist robe that when he bought vegetables at the foot of the mountain, he, who was penniless, obtained a large amount of supplies. Those simple villagers didn't want a single cent from him. They would rather not have enough to eat than to give him the only rice and flour they had.
These were the people of Great Song!
Motherf * cker!
This group of fools was simply unbelievably simple!
Facing these visitors, how could Chen Feng be selfish and take the life-saving thing for himself?
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