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Originally, Xiao Peng thought that the simple exchange of the national treasure had become extremely complicated. After the country found out about this, it spread the word that it needed to strengthen security, send experts to verify its authenticity, and even send their leaders to the Zither Island. For such a great matter like the national treasure returning to China, they had to do a great job and not make any mistakes.

They said this was a good opportunity to improve China's international image, but Xiao Peng felt that this was more like a so-called face project, why bother doing that?

Of course, since you want to do this, then do it. It's not like you have to trouble yourself.

As expected, the safety of the exchange ceremony fell on Zhu Jun. As the date approached, Zhu Jun couldn't even sleep well, fearing that some accident would happen. The current him wished for nothing more than to move the police station to the Thousand Mile Rock to protect Xiao Peng's safety.

This was especially the case with the submarines that had approached the Thousand Mile Rock the previous time. They were afraid that the pirates would not give up and would come back to the island to steal from the dogs and chickens. He had to give Xiao Peng a few calls now to be sure.

While everyone was busy with work, Xiao Peng was fiddling with a few bamboo sticks as if nothing had happened.

Wang Xuan looked at Xiao Peng for a long time before asking, "Chang, what are you doing?"

The rest of the people called Xiao Peng their boss, only Wang Long and Wang Hu called him Chang. They also had another identity, the instructor of the Thousand Mile Rock Training Field. He was one of Xiao Peng's subordinates.

At the very least, Thousand Mile Rock was carrying the name of the North Ocean Fleet's Ocean Training Field. It wouldn't be proper if they didn't send a few people, wouldn't it? However, no one was dispatched to this place. Thus, there were two additional instructors for the reserve envoys at the Thousand Mile Rock Sea: Wang Long and Wang Hu. Responsible for supervising equipment logistics.

Although the two brothers looked exactly like each other, there was still a huge difference in character. Wang Long was steady and steady, similar to Pan Peiyu. The two of them had taken care of the island in a neat and orderly manner. Wang Xuan, on the other hand, seemed much more alive. He didn't have anything better to do, so he ran over to Xiao Peng's side and blended in with his wine. He met Yang Meng too late, and saw the two of them blabbering and chatting everyday.

Xiao Peng answered Wang Xuan's question: "I'm making a musical instrument."

"Musical instruments?" Wang Xuan looked at the bamboo instrument in Xiao Peng's hand: This is a flute, right? Long, you can play the flute? "

Xiao Peng's face was covered in tears when he heard this. Of course he could play the flute, but he couldn't say that out loud.

He was making musical instruments here because he had received a call from Milly, and when he heard Millie shouting over the phone, "Uncle, you said you'd teach me to play the flute!" In an instant, the wind turned chaotic.

If anyone had seen Misha on the phone, would they have thought that Millie was talking to a strange uncle who had tricked her into being beautiful?

Being pestered by Milly until the end, Xiao Peng finally thought of a way to make two ancient Chinese musical instruments. Hearing Wang Hu's question, Xiao Peng's eyes widened: "What play Xiao? This is not Xiao! "

Wang Xuan said: "I haven't studied much, so don't lie to me. If this isn't Xiao, then what is it? I know Tick! This wasn't Tick! I can still see that this is blowing vertically! "

Xiao Peng rolled his eyes at Wang Xuan, "Do you think that what you play upright is a flute? Childish! "Remember, this piece is called Chi Ba, and this piece is called Shu Ba. It's a traditional Chinese musical instrument!"

Wang Xuan shook his head. "I've never heard of it."

Xiao Peng looked at Wang Xuan with an expression of disappointment: "This is our Huaxia's sorrow, the Old Ancestor left behind so many good things, but they are not cherished. As a descendant of the Yan Huang Clan, even if you do not care about them, they were snatched away by other countries. Is it useful? "

This wasn't Xiao Peng spouting nonsense. The Republic of Korea said that Chinese medicine was theirs, and that they would apply for it. China was in an uproar. But in terms of heart, when you said Chinese medicine was yours, did you ever think highly of it? How many people study Chinese medicine in medical school? How many patients go to see Chinese medicine?

It was said that the Chinese nation was viewed with contempt internationally. In fact, the people who looked down on them the most were the Chinese themselves. Why are there so many people in China who admire foreign affairs? Simply put, it was because of his inferiority complex!

In their eyes, even if the foreigner were to shit himself, it would definitely be fragrant. They would like to grab it and take a big bite out of it.

Sadly, there were quite a few people like this in China right now!

"You saw it? This was a foot eight, named after the length of a foot eight inches, with the first four holes and the last one five holes. It was obviously a traditional musical instrument from Wu Di of China, but now it could be considered a traditional musical instrument from a pirate country! In China, how many people could boast? Since the time Chi Ba passed down from the Tang Dynasty to the other countries, he had been living in the country ever since! This kind of musical instrument has a desolate and vast sound color, and is ethereal and tranquil. "Since ancient times, it has been known as the representative musical instrument of 'Ya Le'." Xiao Peng introduced.

Wang Xuan took the ruler made by Xiao Peng and carefully examined it. Indeed, it was just as Xiao Peng had said: one foot and eight inches long. The bamboo he used was the one with the thicker inner wall that Xiao Peng had specially chosen.

Xiao Peng had put in a lot of effort to choose this bamboo. Since the mouth of the ruler must be on the bamboo joint, the holes must be cut at a specific distance from the bamboo joint. Therefore, there was a high requirement for the bamboo that was chosen to make Chi Ba. Also, you must bring the part of the bamboo root to make the ruler, so selecting the bamboo was very difficult.

Strictly speaking, the best bamboo to make a figurehead was laurel, but there wasn't such a condition on the Thousand Mile Rock. Xiao Peng had only picked a suitable figurehead from the bamboo forest of the island's predecessors and made this figurehead.

Of course, Xiao Peng didn't randomly carve it just because it was made of ordinary materials. The appearance of this Chi Eight was carved into a portrait of a woman. It looked very lifelike and could even be considered a work of art.

Xiao Peng then handed the thin bamboo music over to Wang Xuan, "This isn't Xiao, this is called 'Qi Jian', and this origin is even greater, it's something that evolved from a blowpipe. Nearly ten thousand years ago in the Neolithic Age, this was already a fully developed multi-hole musical instrument! According to the historical records, the Yellow Emperor ordered the creation of musical instruments. The latter took a piece of bamboo and used it as the front end of the 'Yellow Bell Palace', which was also known as' Yellow Bell Bow '. The biggest feature of using the wind was the oblique wind! The method of playing was simple. There was no need for a blow hole, only a blow hole at the end of the pipe. Although there were only three holes, it could still produce a wonderful sound. In the future, if there's a chance, let's do it again, the voice will be more ethereal and mystical. "

When Wang Xuan heard this, he stared blankly at Xiao Peng. He was around the same age as him, how could he understand the traditions of Hua Xia so well? After thinking for a moment, he said, "Chang, since you understand it so well, why don't you try playing a part in the liveliness of your speech?"

Xiao Peng laughed, and then picked up the toy in his hand and placed it on the corner of his mouth. Following Xiao Peng's performance, a vivid and lifelike scene of a hundred birds in the sky and phoenixes in front of Wang Hu completely shocked him.

Wang Xuan didn't know any music theories. Normally, he would listen to popular music occasionally, but even though he didn't understand music, he was still deeply attracted by Xiao Peng's playing.

When the rest of the people on the island heard Xiao Peng's performance, they all gathered around to enjoy his performance.

After playing for a long time, Wang Xuan regained his senses, "Long, your Absolute Skill is really powerful! You can play it again. "

Xiao Peng didn't refuse and began to play the gavel.

The tone of the ruler was completely different from the sound of the bed. The sound of the bed was soft and agile, while the sound of the foot of the bed was very heavy.

As Xiao Peng played, a desolate and crude scene appeared in front of everyone's eyes. The more Xiao Peng boasted, the more diligent he became. He was actually engrossed in it.

He didn't know how long Xiao Peng had been playing, but there were sounds of sobbing coming from his surroundings.

Xiao Peng was stunned. He turned his head to take a look. Heh, he actually made a bunch of men cry when he played his' Chi Eight '. Xiao Peng didn't know when it started, but a group of people had actually sat around him. And he was actually moved to tears by the song he played.

Xiao Peng was stunned. "Aren't your relationship with each other too rich?"

Wang Xuan wiped away the tears in the corner of his eyes and said, "Madre, from now on, I will fight with anyone who dares to speak ill of my people!" It doesn't matter who says it! "

After this crying incident, Xiao Peng decided not to play the 'Chi Eight' anymore. Or else, he would never play such a sorrowful song again. When everyone heard this, they all felt homesick.

Xiao Peng didn't want to brag any more. There was no one working on the island, so he went home to visit his family.

That would be a tragedy.

Besides, how could a bunch of men sit down and cry?

Yi, this scene was too beautiful! Goosebumps appeared!

Now Xiao Peng was free again. Other than cultivating magic, he had nothing else to do.

If it were anyone else who had obtained a divine technique like the one used in the training, they would have started to train diligently long ago. But Xiao Peng didn't. Who told Xiao Peng to be lazy? Either he came here to practice, or he was too bored to do so. Otherwise, why would he be fiddling with the spell formation? This was the attitude of a lazy person.

Every time Xiao Peng felt that his Shaman Energy was insufficient, he would grit his teeth and say, "Go back and practice your magic properly." But I forgot it every time. Since he had nothing better to do, Xiao Peng decided to hide in his room and seriously cultivate.

In Xiao Peng's eyes, the spell formation should be a transition station that constantly absorbed Shaman Energy from the natural world to replenish itself. This was the truth, but Xiao Peng had neglected the true function of the spell formation before.

That was, cultivating in the spell formation would have twice the results with half the effort. By replenishing his Shaman Energy in an instant, Xiao Peng could continuously improve his Shaman Energy.

After a few days of cultivation, the Mystical Encyclopedia opened a new page in his mind: The Book of Mysterious Underworld.

Xuanming was the most benevolent matriarch and also one of the legendary Twelve Shaman Patriarchs. His sentence was the Spring God, while Xuanming was the Winter God. He was also the legendary Rain God and Sea God.

This was Xiao Peng's God of Fortune. With the Sea God's powers, wouldn't it be too appropriate for Xiao Peng to raise fish from the sea?

It was a pity that with Xiao Peng's level of magic, he could only learn the simplest spell in the Book of Xuanming, which was called the Swallowing Swallow.

Although this was the most basic spell in the Book of Xuanming, it was also the spell that was most suitable for Xiao Peng's current needs.

Swallowing Whale, as the name implied, was eating.

However, what he ate was food, which replenished his Shaman Energy.

The heck, it was like he had a treasure on him?

Xiao Peng was overjoyed. He earnestly learned the Swallowing Whale Technique. Then he would be lazy and stop training.

Why work so hard? As long as it was enough, as long as it was enough!

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