Liu Xiaomu handed the purple bamboo flute to Yang Chaoxi, but he was still not satisfied with it. He made another one in the same way, but the sound was much better than the first one.

After finishing these tasks, she walked over to the pot of red clay. The clay was already clear on top and bottom, so it was the best time to rub it. She skimmed off the upper layer of water and placed the entire pot of clay on a flat bluestone.

, pressed it with the stone adze just now. When the red clay could be gathered together, he cut off two heavy branches, chopped them into pestles with a broken sword, and pounded them hard against the clay.

After pounding for a long time, the clay was already docile. She rolled a large ball of clay into strips, broke it up and kneaded it, then used a pestle instead of a stick to roll out the clay balls one by one. Then she filled a wooden basin with water.

Wet your hands and knead the rolled-out clay ball into a Xun base. Use your little finger as a drill to punch six holes in the Xun base. After trying seven adjustments, make slight adjustments and put them aside.

Then he followed the instructions again. In a short time, seven or eight xun blanks were made and arranged on the bluestone, like clay eggs.

Yang Zhaoxi held the purple bamboo flute and played it for a while before remembering that she didn't know how to play it. She had to put it away angrily, went to find stones nearby, and built a small kiln. Liu Xiaomu put the xun blank in the kiln.

After arranging it, Yang Zhaoxi has found enough firewood and started to light a fire. As for the success or failure, we will know when this last step is completed.

When the fire in the kiln was not strong at first, Liu Xiaomu cut a bamboo tube and the two of them took turns blowing air into the kiln. The firewood piled in small piles on the side began to be consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye until all the firewood was burned out.

The two of them stopped.

At this time, the setting sun is on the side, and thousands of golden lights are jumping on the lake, rendering the spring twilight into a magnificent picture, making people feel open-minded.

After a busy day, the two of them were both tired and exhausted. When they sat down against the bluestone, they couldn't help but smile at each other. And this tacit understanding of helping each other began to emerge after a whole day of collaboration. And after the two of them,

In the cooperation time and time again, it continues to grow secretly.

The kiln fire gradually extinguished, and the temperature in the kiln gradually returned to the temperature of the mountain lakeside. Under Liu Xiaomu's guidance, Yang Zhaoxi carefully dismantled the kiln and took out the seven or eight black pottery xuns.

Liu Xiaomu fetched clean water from a wooden basin, placed the pottery xun in the water, and gently scrubbed it. Some pottery xuns were unevenly exposed to fire and soon cracked; some pottery xuns were not exposed to enough fire and deflated in the water.

It was broken into several pieces. In the end, there were only three pieces that were not broken.

Yang Zhaoxi placed the three washed pottery xuns gently on the bluestone. Liu Xiaomu took them one by one, tried the tune again, and fine-tuned the deviated sound holes again.

After another busy time of burning incense, one of the pottery xuns, whose pitch was too different to be adjusted, was smashed to the ground by Liu Xiaomu. This made Yang Zhaoxi extremely regretful.

The bright moon is clear in the distance, the watery moon is shining brightly up and down, and the night between the lakes and mountains is much brighter than before.

Yang Zhaoxi looked at the double flutes and double xuns on the bluestone, which were enveloped in a halo by the moonlight. A sense of satisfaction that he had never experienced before instantly filled his body.

Liu Xiaomu smiled knowingly and said nothing. Instead, he picked up a flute and a xun, and played the ancient songs such as "Song on the Top", "Plum Blossoms Fall" and "Breaking Willows" one after another under the bright and clear light:

The sound of the flute is loud and clear, the sound of the xun is low and whimpering, the leaves of the forest are dancing, the dragons are dancing, and the water on the lake is rippling... Yang Chaoxi is immersed in it, forgetting both things and me, and the sorrow, joy, elation, and loss of the past are all gradually lost in the sound of music.

Dissolved, leaving only the formless, earth-shaking compassion.
Chapter completed!