Tian Xie Zi's expression remained dark as he approached the gate of the village. He did not stop moving. The moment his body touched the gate, Su Ming's pupils shrank as he stood behind him. He saw the gate distorting, as if it had been shifted to another place out of thin air, allowing Tian Xie Zi to walk in slowly.
Su Ming followed behind him and stepped in as well. When both of them entered, Su Ming turned his head back and looked at the gate of the village. It had returned to normal.
It was obvious that this was not the first time Tian Xie Zi had come to this place. At this moment, most of the people in the tribe were asleep, and because it was raining, there were no bonfires in the surroundings. In this relative silence, other than the sound of the rain and the occasional thunder, there was only the sound of cracking.
It was as if the voice was guiding Tian Xie Zi in the direction he wanted to go. He walked through the village and stepped on the puddles of water. Once he gradually passed through the houses, Su Ming saw a normal beast skin tent before him. There was light shining from within it.
This was a small tribe, one that was almost the same size as Dark Mountain Tribe, where Su Ming was. There were far too many small tribes like this in the Land of South Morning.
He looked around, and when Su Ming's gaze fell on the tent with the light shining from it, he could clearly hear the cracking sounds that sounded like bones being rubbed against each other coming from within the tent.
Tian Xie Zi walked closer and lifted a corner of the tent before walking in. Su Ming followed behind him and also entered the tent. The moment he entered, the first thing he saw was a large amount of bones placed within the small tent.
Besides the bones, there were also some stones. Most of these items had been made into xun!
This was the first time Su Ming saw so many xuns. It was also the first time he saw xun weapons in the Land of South Morning!
Su Ming shuddered. Once he swept his gaze past the xun weapons, his eyes fell on an old man within the tent.
The old man's hair was white and he wore a beast skin shirt. His upper body was bare, and he was sitting there with a beast bone in his hand. He was rubbing it against a stone slab.
It seemed that the shape of the beast bone did not match the bone xun he wanted to make, and he was rubbing away the unnecessary parts.
Tian Xie Zi's expression was grim as he looked at the old man. He walked up to him and sat down cross-legged. His gaze shifted to the animal bone the old man was rubbing.
The old man's expression remained the same, as if all his attention was focused on the bone in his hand. He did not notice Tian Xie Zi's arrival, neither did he notice Su Ming's presence.
He calmly sat there, constantly rubbing against the leather tent. Kacha, kacha sounds echoed throughout the tent. Some of the sounds even floated out, lingering for a long time.
Time trickled by, and Su Ming continued staring at the bone in the old man's hand. As he gradually rubbed against it, a corner of the bone was ground off, and it became smooth.
Tian Xie Zi didn't say anything from beginning to end. He continued to watch, and his expression slowly changed. Sometimes it was gloomy, sometimes it was clear, and sometimes it was complicated.
The rain outside grew heavier. Occasionally, thunder would roar, and sometimes, there would be a brief moment of light that would shine on the three people in the tent. As the light swayed, it would quickly fade away.
The old man's focus made Su Ming seem to have gained an epiphany. At some unknown point in time, he was no longer standing but had chosen to sit down by the side. He looked at the bone rubbing against the stone and listened to the cracking sounds. At that moment, he suddenly felt a calmness that he had never felt since Bai Su appeared in the ninth summit.
At that moment, due to his calm gaze, Su Ming had sunk into a state where he seemed to have forgotten himself. In his eyes, there was only the bone being rubbed against. He did not see that Tian Xie Zi's clothes seemed to have changed as he sat before the old man.
That change only lasted for an instant before it returned to normal once again. If he did not look closely, it would be difficult to see it clearly.
Time trickled by. After an unknown amount of time passed by, the old man stopped rubbing the beast bone. As he did so, Su Ming's heart trembled, and clarity returned to his eyes. He saw the old man looking at the beast bone and picking it up as if he was staring at it.
After a long while, he changed the position of the beast bone and continued rubbing it against the stone slab.
The complicated look on Tian Xie Zi's face grew. After a long while, he let out a long sigh and stood up.
The instant he stood up, the old man stopped what he was doing and picked up the bone in his hand once again. That bone had already been turned into a vessel, and there were a few small holes on it. Once he cast a glance at them, he lifted his head. He did not look at Tian Xie Zi, but instead cast his gaze on Su Ming.
It was a pair of eyes that were as calm as water. It was a pair of eyes that seemed to contain an endless amount of wisdom. It was a pair of eyes that could see through life and death, see through everything in the world, and contain everything in the world.
There was kindness, serenity, calmness, and a light that made Su Ming become even calmer when he met his gaze.
The old man lifted his right hand and handed the bone xun in his hand to Su Ming.
Su Ming remained silent. He stood up and respectfully received the seemingly normal bone xun. At that instant, he suddenly understood why the old man was looking at him. He wanted him to blow into the bone xun.
Su Ming took the bone xun and quietly took a few steps back. He sat down on the ground and stared at the xun in his hands blankly. The rain outside became even heavier, and thunder rumbled nonstop.
Su Ming closed his eyes and placed the bone xun by his lips before blowing into it gently.
He originally did not know how to play the song of the xun, but over the years, the broken bone xun in his storage bag that could not produce any sound had accompanied him through many lonely nights where he missed his home …
There were many nights when he played the soundless xun alone, and the song in his memories echoed in his ears.
The moaning sounds brought with them a desolate air as they traveled out of the bone xun by Su Ming's lips. They echoed in the tent and floated out, dispersing into the world.
At that moment, it was as if even the thunder outside had fallen silent. Even the rain had become gentle and fused with the moaning song, playing the song of longing together.
Su Ming was playing the song of the xun, and it was also the song in his memories. The thing that created the sound was the breath in his mouth flowing through the xun, but at the same time, it was also his heart that was moving.
That movement was a form of time passing by. It was a form of memory.
The moaning sounds seemed to have no other sound. Only the simple rising and falling notes exuded a desolate air that contained an ancient air. In the quiet night, in the falling rain, in this unfamiliar world, it existed.
It sounded like a lover crying softly, like a member of his tribe crying out as he wiped away his tears, like a childhood friend roaring in anger as he clenched his fists …
Tian Xie Zi closed his eyes and listened to the moaning sounds by his ears quietly. As he listened to the moaning sounds, the dark look on his face relaxed.
The old man also closed his eyes with a calm look on his face.
This was a very long song on the xun. Perhaps it had a name, but Su Ming did not know. This song had existed in his memories many times, but only now did he truly play it with the xun.
But … this wasn't his xun. The song it played possessed a soul and possessed his memories, but it still lacked a certain flavor. It was the flavor of home.
The song ended.
Su Ming opened his eyes and looked at the bone xun in his hands. Understanding appeared in his eyes. He stood up and respectfully handed the xun to the old man.
A smile appeared on the old man's face. He looked at Su Ming kindly and nodded.
At that moment, Tian Xie Zi also opened his eyes. He did not look at the old man, but instead stood up and walked outside.
Right up till the end, he and the old man did not say a single word to each other, but Su Ming knew that in truth, the two of them had already used their song to express a thousand words.
As Tian Xie Zi walked out, Su Ming hesitated for a moment before he followed behind him. The two of them walked out of the tent. The rain outside was still pouring heavily. It fell on their bodies and into the puddles on the ground.
When they took a dozen steps out of the tent, Su Ming's footsteps came to an abrupt halt. The hesitation in his eyes was no longer there, replaced by determination.
As he stopped, Tian Xie Zi also stopped, but he did not turn his head back.
Su Ming bowed towards Tian Xie Zi, then turned around and walked quickly towards the tent he had just left. He lifted the corner of the tent and walked in.
The moment Su Ming walked into the tent, the old man sitting there looked at him calmly.
"Can you … fix it..?" Su Ming brought out his bone xun from his bosom. This xun gave off the feeling of home. There were many cracks on it, and it could no longer make any sound. Su Ming placed it before the old man.
The old man's gaze fell on the xun. He picked it up and looked at it carefully before he nodded.
Su Ming bowed respectfully, then turned around and walked out of the tent. He left the tribe's village with Tian Xie Zi.
"Do you understand now..?" Tian Xie Zi asked calmly in the wind and rain outside the village. At that moment, he might be dressed in purple, but his expression was no longer sullen.
"The first battle is a test of our power, and the second …" Su Ming looked at Tian Xie Zi and remained silent for a moment before he said, "It's a battle of the heart!
"The first person to fight is my seventh junior brother. I don't know the name of the person you saw in the second scene, but I met him by chance many years ago and saw him create an xun once …
"Every single time my heart changes, I will go to him and fight with my heart … with my Realm …"
"You understand the Art of Picture Creation and use it to clear your mind. There is no system to what you practice. You need to train your heart … Perhaps there are people I don't know who are also walking down this path, but among those I know, there are only a few of us.
"I've walked quite far, and your senior brothers have also taken a few steps forward. As for you, what you're going to face now is your first change of heart … The change of heart is as if a second you has appeared," Tian Xie Zi said softly.
"I can't tell you how to do it. I can only tell you that my heart has changed … Let's go, I'll take you to the Shaman Tribe to kill … Once I wear my purple robes, it will be difficult for me to disappear without the blood of thousands of people." Tian Xie Zi took a step towards the sky. Su Ming sucked in a deep breath and muttered the words' change of heart 'softly. A glint appeared in his eyes and he followed behind Tian Xie Zi.
"He's blind. Can you tell..?" When the Master and disciple disappeared in the sky, Tian Xie Zi mumbled indistinctly.
"Blind …" Su Ming was momentarily stunned.
The people dispersed.
"There is a person named after his ears. There is a love, and his obsession turns him into a demon.
There is a person who treats reading as his friend. There is a person who treats the moon as their name.
There is a pot of wine that sings with words.
There is a person who cannot repay a debt of gratitude.
"Ahem, there are two poems that are just for show. How well they are written. They're so lyrical. Anyway, I'm intoxicated by them. I should vote for them, right?" "To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com and vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation. "
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