The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became extremely strange. Soon, Long Yin's majestic voice completely broke the atmosphere and quickly diverted everyone's attention: "Lin Xiao, are you convinced that Wuchen won this painting skills competition?"

Lin Xiao lowered his head and said, "I am already convinced, and now I am even more impressed."

Long Yin nodded and said, "Then, start the second game now!" After thinking for a while, he continued, "Lin Xiao, I heard that you have never left the flute since you were a child, and your attainments in flute have reached a state of supernatural power. I wonder if this rumor is true or false?"

"When you go back to Your Majesty, this rumor is naturally true. Lin Xiao's name contains the word "Xiao", which is homophonic with "Xiao". He has a relationship with Xiao since he was born. He has been addicted to Xiao since he was a child. He has played the Xiao every day and must play the Xiao every day. No matter where he goes, he will never leave his body. Not only can he release his mind at any time, but he can also be a sword in times of crisis. Among what Lin Xiao learned, the Xiao is the best." Lin Xiao said, and then pulled out a white jade flute from his sleeve. He still carried a flute in such occasions and in previous battles. It can be seen that his saying that Xiao is not separated is not false.

"It's very good. It's rumored that your flute skills are unparalleled in the world. Every time you play alone, the crawlers on the ground will gather around you and refuse to leave. But except for your family, no one has ever been lucky enough to appreciate this sound and this scene. Since you happen to have a flute, then this second scene is a flute! It also allows me to listen to what the real flute sound is. Are you sure to beat him?" Long Yin said.

Long Yin's words were correct. It has been rumored that Lin Xiao, a Lin family, in the Tianlong City, had reached the supreme state of being an extraordinary and saint. The sound seemed to come from the sky. When it sounded by the river, it attracted geese and fish to come out. When it sounded by the river, it attracted wild beasts from all over the place, and it was reluctant to leave for a long time. These incredible rumors like myths are often heard, but almost no one has seen them. Among the people present, except for a few people from the Lin family, no one had heard his flute sound. For a moment, they were expecting and excited. Lin Xiao himself said just now that he had the best flute, so how could he be a fool?

Lin Xiao held the flute lightly with his hands, and gently stroked it with his right hand, as if it was not a white jade Xiao, but a lover he had been obsessed with forever. He said a little lost: "This flute is called the Dream of the World. It was originally my mother's personal belonging. It has always regarded it as life. When I was three years old, my mother passed away due to illness. Before her death, she handed the flute to me... This is the only thing my mother handed to me before her death. After she passed away, I cried for three days and three nights, and vowed to never leave this flute for the rest of her life."

He let out a sigh of relief, held up the white jade flute with both hands, and said softly: "Whenever I remember my mother, I will play this flute. In the past seventeen years, there has never been a day. Over time, the emotions and the mind are integrated. Two years ago, I have the subtle feeling of the heart being integrated into. It knows my heart, and I also knows its heart. In this life... I will never leave me. I have never compared the sound of the flute with anyone, because no one can match. How can the common sounds of the world be compared with the sound of my dreams in the world and play in the same room."

The expression on Lin Xiao’s face is both remembrance and arrogance, but it does not make people feel that he is exaggerating at all. This comes from his persistence and feelings for Xiao, and his control of Xiao has long exceeded the understanding of ordinary people.

"Today, for the honor of my Lin family, I, Lin Xiao, used this flute and - Green＠#Xiao￥司&Net--long change, and the scene in front of them also changed drastically. The sound of the flute was mixed with the air of ice spring, and suddenly was like waves advancing layer by layer, sometimes like snowflakes flying, sometimes like a whirlwind in the canyon, and suddenly like a galaxy flowing quietly in the middle of the night...

The sound of the flute turned again, becoming like crying and complaining, and the heart was full of softness. People seemed to hear the beautiful singing of a girl. The girl's figure gradually appeared in her heart. She was only seven or eight years old, and walked step by step with elegant steps, but no matter how she walked, she could not really get close.

A warm wind blew, and the warm sunshine shone. Suddenly, peach blossom petals danced in the air with the wind. The green grass and wild flowers on the ground under the woman's feet emerged, spreading the earth into a green patch and embellishing with colorful flowers. This is the beauty of spring.

A cool breeze blew, and the little girl turned into a woman of ten years old. She smiled and danced gracefully. The scorching sun was in the sky, everything was prosperous, and the world was prosperous. This was the breath of summer.

A blew of desolate wind blew, and the girl turned into a middle-aged woman who was gradually losing her beauty. She no longer had singing and dancing postures, and she walked step by step in silence, with steady and steady steps. The green earth began to turn yellow at this time, and all things began to slowly decline regardless of the retention of heaven and earth. This is the depression of autumn.

A cold wind blew, and the woman turned into an old man with gray temples. Her steps became staggering, and her once beautiful eyes became filthy, but she still held herself up and stepped on the thick snow step by step. The sun lost its heat, and the earth had completely lost its vitality, covered by the snow, covering all the beauty and hope of the past. Finally, the staggering figure finally fell down in the wind and snow-covered cold wind, until her body was covered by the snow, and she could no longer see her figure. This is the end of winter.

The sound of the flute stops at this moment, and what is frozen in people's hearts is the last snowy world, because it is a person's final destination and a life that no one can escape.

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