Starting with Pokémon, and moving towards the pinnacle of beast control

Baihe and Mongoose Zhan were immersed in the melodious flute music of the Snow Girl for a long time, until the afterglow of the setting sun filled the entire valley, they reluctantly bid farewell to the Snow Girl.

"Snow Girl, thank you for your flute, which brings us such a wonderful experience." Bai He said with a smile.

It's true that I am almost invincible, but I have never had such a wonderful experience.

No wonder people in TV dramas like singing and dancing, this is really good.

The Snow Girl nodded gently, "I am very happy to share my flute music with you. I hope everything goes well for you on your journey to the snowy mountains."

After bidding farewell to the Snow Girl, Bai He and Mongoose Zhan's figures gradually disappeared in the snow-capped mountains. Their figures seemed to have merged into this white world, leaving no trace.

Good times are always short, and they can't stay here listening to the flute forever.

"Why don't I learn to play the flute? With my talent, it won't take long for me to be able to play as well as the Snow Girl."

Bai He made a decision that he would learn to play the flute, and in the future he could play whatever he wanted to listen to.

Simply perfect.

You have to buy a bamboo flute first.

After leaving the snow mountain, Bai He and Mongoose Zhan went directly to a street.

There were a lot of people selling clothes, food, and utensils on the street, but there was no one selling flutes.

"Hiss~ There must be no flutes for sale. I should have asked the Snow Girl if she had any extra flutes." Bai He felt a little regretful. He didn't expect that there was no store selling flutes nearby.

Is the market for musical instruments so bad? It shouldn't be.

Bai He decided to take action. He moved to other places instantly. After several attempts, he finally came to an ancient street in Dongqiao City.

This street was completely different from the modern street he had been on before. The shops on both sides were decorated with quaint plaques, and the pedestrians on the street were wearing traditional costumes. The whole atmosphere was peaceful and elegant.

"It has to be Dongqiao City. The style is completely different."

Coming here feels like traveling through time, it’s full of ancient charm.

Bai He swept his eyes across the street and soon found a musical instrument store.

There is a big sign with the word "Flute" hanging on the door of this store, and through the window you can see various kinds of flutes displayed inside.

He walked into the store. The decoration inside was full of classical atmosphere. Rows of exquisite flutes were hung on the walls. Some were made of bamboo and some were made of jade. Each one was carved very delicately.

The owner was an elderly man wearing a long robe and with gray hair. He was sitting behind the counter, sipping tea leisurely.

Bai He stepped forward and asked, "Old man, please help me choose a better flute."

"Okay." The owner saw a customer coming and called out seriously.

The old man put down the teacup in his hand, stood up, a kind smile appeared on his face, his eyes sparkled with love for the instrument and respect for the guests.

"Welcome, young man." The old man's voice was gentle and powerful. "In my small shop, every flute has its own unique story and soul. Let me introduce you to some special flutes."

The old man walked to a row of bamboo flutes and gently stroked one of them. "This is a bamboo flute from the Jiangbei area. It is made of century-old bamboo, which has been carefully selected and processed. The sound quality is clear and melodious, and it is suitable for playing classical music."

He blew lightly, and sure enough, the sound of the flute was as clear as spring water, echoing in the store.

Then, the old man pointed to a jade flute and said, "This jade flute is carved from the finest Hetian jade. Its tone is warm and mellow, suitable for playing some soulful music." He blew gently, and the sound of the jade flute was like a whisper, full of emotion.

"besides."

The old man pointed to a gorgeously decorated flute and said, "This is a palace flute, once used by the royal family. Its sound quality is pure and noble, and it is suitable for playing some palace music."

"Of course, the most important thing about choosing a flute is to find one that suits your heart and musical style. Each flute is unique. Only when you find the one that resonates with your heart can you play the most beautiful music."

Bai He was deeply attracted by the old man's introduction. He could feel the stories and culture behind each flute.

The old man just got it and he could play it, and it sounded very good.

It would be great if I could be like that, but what I need now is a flute of my own.

He decided to choose carefully and find the flute that could resonate with his soul.

"Old man, can you let me try these flutes? I want to find the one that suits me best." Bai He requested sincerely.

"Of course, young man." The old man smiled. "Music is the language of the soul. I believe you can find the flute that belongs to you."

Bai He picked up an emerald green bamboo flute and began to play it.

"Hey, Boss, why doesn't this sound?"

It seems like I got a broken flute.

Bai He just blew hard, and only the whistling sound of the wind was poured into the flute.

The boss came over and said, "This shouldn't be possible. The flutes here are all finished products, and the membranes are very well pasted, so they shouldn't not make any sound."

He took Bai He's flute and looked at it.

"No problem, everything is fine."

He wiped the holes of the flute and began to play.

The old man gently placed the flute to his lips, took a deep breath, and then blew it slowly.

The sound of the flute is clear and melodious, like a spring flowing in the mountains or birds singing in the forest. Every note is pure and full of vitality.

The emerald green flute shone with a soft light, forming a sharp contrast with the old man's fingers.

His fingers danced lightly on the flute holes, and every movement seemed so natural and graceful.

The sound of the flute seems to change with the old man's mood. Sometimes it is as gentle as the wind, gently blowing through the heart, bringing a sense of tranquility and comfort; sometimes it is as passionate as the tide, surging with power and enthusiasm, inspiring the listener's heart.

The old man's fingers wandered on the flute, as if weaving stories, each story was full of emotion and color.

Bai He was stunned by what he saw and heard.

This is indeed the same flute, the difference is too big.

The people around were attracted by the beautiful flute sound. They stopped and listened quietly.

The children opened their eyes wide with curiosity, and a satisfied smile appeared on the old man's face.

The sound of the flute reverberates in the air, blending harmoniously with the surrounding nature.

The old man’s performance is not only a feast for the ears, but also a touch to the soul.

The sound of the flute and the old man's thoughts echo each other, creating an indescribable beauty.

After the song ended, the old man looked at Bai He.

“This one can be blown.”

Bai He smiled awkwardly: "Um, I just want this flute, haha, please help me pack it up."

The old man called his employees and they helped Bai He to wrap the bamboo flute.

While wrapping the bamboo flute, the white crane approached the old man.

"Boss, why are flutes not selling well in other places? There seem to be only a few shops around here in Dongqiao City."

The shop owner looked up and smiled as he replied, "Young man, beast taming is the mainstream. People pursue power and control, while music, especially instruments like the flute, is considered a minor path and it is difficult to gain a foothold."

After hearing this, Bai He felt a little heavy in his heart.

He realized that the world no longer valued music and art as much as it once did.

The shop owner continued, "However, music has its own unique charm. It can touch people's hearts and give them spiritual comfort."

"Although the market for flutes is not good now, I believe that as long as someone is willing to persevere, the power of music will never disappear."

Bai He nodded, and his flute was just ready.

Bai He paid the money and chose to leave.

"Thank you, old man. I will practice hard." Bai He took the flute and left the music store with confidence.

After returning to Da'anling, Bai He took out his flute.

Next is the time to enjoy the music.

He called all the Pokémon over.

"Everyone, enjoy the music. Speaker Cricket, please rate my current musical ability for me."

When the boss was playing just now, Bai He had already mastered the skills and essence.

As the Pokémons were looking forward to it, Baihe began his performance.

Bai He carefully placed the flute to his lips and tried to play the first note.

However, the flute did not produce the sound he expected, only some faint air flow sounds and noises of air leakage.

Bai He frowned. This shouldn't be the case. Based on his observation, he knew that the old man had just blew it like that.

He felt a little frustrated, but did not give up. Bai He adjusted his breathing and tried again. This time he finally blew out a sound. Although the sound was weak and unstable, it was at least an improvement.

As the practice continued, Bai He was gradually able to blow out some intermittent notes, but these notes were not harmonious and the tones were messy.

He kept adjusting his fingers, trying to find the right position, but each attempt seemed to bring new challenges.

The sound of the flute was sometimes sharp and piercing, sometimes low and dull, with no melody at all.

The Pokémon around them had different expressions.

Gu Jianbao frowned, as if his mood was affected by the chaotic flute sound.

Yveltal flew away directly. He shouldn't have suffered this.

In fact, the one that causes the most damage is Speaker Cricket. Other Pokémon just sound unpleasant, but Speaker Cricket is deadly.