Douluo Xinlong

Jun Xiyue's consciousness came out of the trial place, she moved her body that had not moved for nearly a day, and then walked out of the dormitory building.His conscious body has been in the trial place for nearly a year. This year has been killing and killing every day. If he doesn't regulate his spirit now, he will probably go crazy.

Jun Xiyue walked all the way to the Soul Guidance Department and said hello to the gatekeeper. Their man had also gotten to know him these days and let him go with a smile.Jun Xiyue came all the way to the soul tool production area, and Fan Yu allocated a special production table for him. Although the other party's purpose may be to keep him in the soul tool department, it did help.

Jun Xiyue lifted the carving knife, but put it down after a while.After thinking about it, he decided to call Fan Yu over.Less than 2 minutes after making the call from the Soul Guidance Department, Fan Yu hurried over and seemed to be really interested in him!

"Why did you suddenly think of coming to see me?" Fan Yu asked with a smile.

Jun Xiyue curled her lips and said, "If nothing happens, can't I come to you?" After getting along for the past few months, the conversation between the two has gradually lost the tension between teacher and student, leaving only friends. The banter between.The two of them have indeed become friends year after year. As for the reason, Jun Xiyue showed her abundant talents to each other, and also put the blame on Tang Men's head, and almost deceived Fan Yu into Tang Men. .

But speaking of it, most of Tang Sect's hidden weapons relied on Ji Kuo's power, while the firearms he wanted to make mainly relied on the power of gunpowder.I have to say that hidden weapons are indeed very powerful, but the power is based on the materials. In layman's terms, it means spending money!Take the Dragon Beard Needle as an example. In the original work, if Tang San hadn't picked up a gold-haired crystal by chance, he might not have gotten the Dragon Beard Needle again!

Jun Xiyue clasped her fingers on the metal tabletop and asked, "Teacher, do you have any good wood here?"

When Fan Yu heard this, he was a little confused. Even with his decades of soul guidance experience, he couldn't figure out what Jun Xiyue wanted from the wood. "What kind do you want?" Although I was confused, I still wanted to help.

"Teacher, just watch! Rosewood or nanmu will do, but it would be better if it is a spirit beast." Jun Xiyue scratched her head, but there was no embarrassment. After all, the tree would die without bark.Without morals, anything is possible.If there was a ranking list in the world, someone like him would be in the top ten just by relying on such a shameless technique!

"It's a bit difficult, but I seem to have two pieces over there, so I'll give them to you!" Fan Yu patted his chest, indicating that he would take care of this matter.Of course, he would not tell Jun Xiyue that in order to do this, he had to be punished by his wife by kneeling on the washboard. Jun Xiyue had to discover this kind of thing by herself to be moved, right?

Fan Yu didn't let Jun Xiyue wait too long, and immediately brought the wood he asked for. They were two pieces of fine golden nanmu, but unfortunately they didn't come from the soul beast.Jun Xiyue said hello to Fan Yu and pushed him out.His heart was as bright as a bright mirror, how could he not see Fan Yu's kindness to him, but let him repay the favor later!

The carving knife in Jun Xiyue's hand danced, drawing beautiful arcs on the wood. The sawdust flew around, and the wood gradually formed a long shape.

The front beam and the back beam, the dragon pool in the dragon pool, the wild goose pillars and wild goose feet, and the hidden tail of the zither. After a while, the prototype of a guzheng appeared.

Jun Xiyue lit up the heating furnace on the console, processed the steel wire, wrapped it with cotton thread, and then wrapped it with something that could replace nylon on Douluo Continent, and made 21 strings according to their thickness.Threading the strings through the string holes, it took nearly an hour and a half to finish processing the guzheng.

He had learned to play the guzheng in his previous life. As for why he wanted to learn something that was considered girlish in the eyes of others, it was purely because he felt unhappy when he just graduated from junior high school.At that time, the girl he liked ran away with another boy. Tai drank himself alcohol for half the summer vacation and learned guzheng for half the summer vacation before he managed to survive.If he remembered correctly, it should be considered the biggest dark history in his life. He thought that his love for Saint Jun Xiyue failed to confess to a girl!The point is that the girl ran away with a pretty boy in the end!

But that's not what he should be concerned about now. He plucked his fingers on the strings, and a sweet sound gurgled out.Jun Xiyue nodded and adjusted the pitch of all the strings again before it was over.

Fortunately, he now has a space storage ring that can move the guzheng directly into the space. Otherwise, if he was carrying such a big thing, he would probably fall out with everyone on the spot.It took him a long time to escape back to the dormitory, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Jun Xiyue took out the guzheng from the storage space, gently played it with her right hand, and talked about one of his favorite songs in his previous life.The title of the song is "Autumn Moon in the Palace of Han Dynasty". Although he was a grown man, his mentality at that time was indeed similar to that of a harried woman, especially the kind of palace maid who stayed in the palace.

That’s how big the resentment is. Haven’t you seen that there are supernatural legends happening in the palace? They all say that ancient palace maids are walking around, but I haven’t heard of many stories about the emperor walking around.Of course, it is also possible that there are too few emperors and too many maids, but can't one emperor be enough to match all the maids?

When Jun Xiyue learned guzheng in his previous life, he still couldn't adjust his mood well. When he heard this piece of music, he felt like he was a fallen person at the end of the world.He immediately fell in love with this piece of music. To be honest, if he hadn't been talented, it would have been impossible to learn it within a month during the summer vacation.He still remembers what those teachers told him back then, about how talented and talented he was.He didn't feel that his talent was that good, it was just that his memory was a little stronger.

Jun Xiyue didn't notice that when he played, there would be a mysterious power fluctuation every time his fingers fell.Since Shrek's sound insulation was so good, Jun Xiyue was the only one in the room who could hear the music, but the power did not reach him.

His fingers slid down, and the notes jumped from the guzheng to his fingers, and filled the air again.Jun Xiyue seemed to have entered a state of selflessness, and the experiences of the past year were reflected in his mind. He was like a spectator, watching his own training process.

Jun Xiyue let out a long breath. The crazy aura emanating from him no longer needed to be concealed. Now it had basically dissipated due to meditation.This is why she likes folk music, which can always calm your heart and allow you to observe everything in the world like a still lake.