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Chapter 92: Bone Flute
Capital.
The Lou Residence.
Lou Ming was modifying some drawings in the study on the second floor. He recently had some new ideas and intended to improve a weapon he designed a few years ago, hoping to make the weapon lighter without reducing its lethality.
“Ding!”
In the past, Lou Ming would turn off his phone when he was designing or modifying drawings. Even if there was no one looking for him, he would still turn off his phone to make sure that 100% nothing could interrupt his thoughts. But it seemed that since Chen Yu appeared in his world, this rule suddenly became nonexistent.
Chen Yu could come in and out of his study at will when he was drawing, and could also drag him down to eat when he was halfway through his task. Later, in order to match Chen Yu’s time, he even changed the time of his work. As long as Chen Yu was in Lou’s small courtyard, Lou Ming rarely worked.
Suddenly hearing his phone ring at this time, Lou Ming stopped with a pen in hand, took his phone and opened the interface, and saw the person he was longing for. In the photo, Chen Yu’s hair was combed into a small bun; her face was flushed; her eyes were dark when she smiled with her head tilted; and behind her was a sea of clouds, which looked quite spectacular.
Lou Ming had long known that the scenery of Qilian Mountain was entirely beautiful, but it was a pity that he could not accompany Chen Yu to visit it together. He couldn’t help but stretch out his thumb and rub the photo of Chen Yu’s red cheeks, secretly thinking, if they could completely resolve the evil qi this time, he must take Chen Yu there together, to all the places he wanted to go but had never been.
Wasn’t there a popular adage on the internet recently that if you love someone, take her on a trip to all the beautiful and romantic places?
“Jing-ding-ding, Jing-ding-ding.”
With music accompanying the vibration, Master Mao’s video call appeared all of a sudden at this time. Lou Ming put away the sweet smile at the corners of his mouth and answered the phone: “Master Mao.”
“Lou Ming, we got it, we got it.” Master Mao was incoherent with excitement.
“Have you gotten the spiritual artifact?” If there was one thing that could make Master Mao so excited and call him immediately, then it would only be about the spiritual artifact.
“That’s right. The second spiritual artifact has finally been approved, and the museum has just sent someone to send it to me. I’m driving to you now,” Master Mao replied.
“Okay.”
After ending the phone call, Lou Ming lost his drive to revise the drawing. He stood up and walked to the window, looked at the blue sky outside, and muttered, “Shishi, I’ve come one step closer to you.”
After about fifty minutes, Master Mao walked in smilingly holding a sandalwood box. Lou Ming stood up and greeted him, “Master Mao.”
“Hahaha, I brought it. This is the second spiritual artifact, take a look,” Master Mao said, about to hand the box in his hand to Lou Ming.
Lou Ming suddenly took a step back and smiled awkwardly under Master Mao’s puzzled gaze: “Master Mao, you forgot that I can’t touch these spiritual artifacts.”
The first time Lou Ming met the Bronze Sword was still fresh in his mind. Moreover, now that Shishi was not in the capital, he dared not let himself get into any more unexpected situations.
“There’s no harm,” Master Mao explained with a smile, “The residual evil qi within this spiritual artifact is almost gone. You just hold it in your hand, and it won’t have any effect.”
“No more?” Lou Ming asked in amazement.
“That’s right, probably because it did not absorb as much evil qi from you as the Bronze Sword did, plus zombies absorbed it, so what remains of the evil qi is next to nothing,” Master Mao answered.
“Then does it still belong to the most Yin and Evil spiritual artifact?” If the evil qi had all been dissolved, then did this spiritual artifact still meet Feng Luo’s requirements?
“There should be no problem.” Master Mao said, “The so-called Yin to Evil spiritual artifact refers to the magic artifact that can absorb both evil qi and spirit qi. The evil qi in this spiritual artifact has almost dissipated, but there is still a residual trace. This trace of evil qi is coexisting peacefully with the spirit qi in the Bone Flute.”
Master Mao clarified while casually opening the sandalwood box and revealed a silver-white bone flute padded with yellow velvet inside.
The bone flute was silvery white, with five holes, and there was a pattern at the end of the flute that was indistinct. Lou Ming could not help but wonder: “It’s been buried for so many years. How come it still looks as good as new?”
“The curator of the museum could not explain this matter clearly. He just said that the Bone Flute was still a little yellow when it was first excavated, but for some reason, after being placed in the museum, it slowly turned white.” Master Mao guessed, “I reckon the Bone Flute may have absorbed spirit qi and caused it. After all, the museum is also a rare feng shui treasure.”
Lou Ming nodded in understanding. He reached out and picked up the Bone Flute, moved it closer to his eyes to measure for a moment. He pointed at the fuzzy pattern at the end that looked a bit worn and said, “It’s a pity that the pattern of this dandelion can’t be seen clearly anymore.”
“How do you know that it is a dandelion?” Master Mao moved closer in puzzlement. He pointed to the fuzzy pattern at the end of the Bone Flute and asked, “Experts have studied for many years and only guessed that this pattern may be plum blossom, peach blossom and so on. Why do you think it is a dandelion? Does this look like a dandelion?”
Lou Ming was momentarily stunned. He once again examined the pattern on the Bone Flute, and then unconsciously frowned. As Master Mao said, the pattern on the end of this Bone Flute was worn out to the point of being invisible, so why could he be sure that it must be a dandelion?
“I don’t know either. I just glanced at it and thought it should be a dandelion,” Lou Ming answered.
“Then it is estimated that your eyes are blurred.” Master Mao did not take the matter of dandelions to heart, but focused on observing the Bone Flute that Lou Ming held. Only when a touch of red surrounded the surface of the Bone Flute did Master Mao breathe a complete sigh of relief.
“The Bone Flute has successfully absorbed your evil qi, and moreover, the spirit qi inside it doesn’t reject it, which is enough to prove that my guess is right. The flute is indeed the spiritual artifact we are looking for,” Master Mao pointed to the Bone Flute and concluded.
Lou Ming regained his senses. Sure enough, he saw the silver-white Bone Flute with a hint of red wrapped around it. His face became tense involuntarily. He had this nagging feeling that he had seen this image before.
Strange, why did some images that he had never seen before keep popping up in his mind recently? Could it have something to do with Feng Luo’s awakening?
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Chapter 92: Bone Flute
Capital.
The Lou Residence.
Lou Ming was modifying some drawings in the study on the second floor. He recently had some new ideas and intended to improve a weapon he designed a few years ago, hoping to make the weapon lighter without reducing its lethality.
“Ding!”
In the past, Lou Ming would turn off his phone when he was designing or modifying drawings. Even if there was no one looking for him, he would still turn off his phone to make sure that 100% nothing could interrupt his thoughts. But it seemed that since Chen Yu appeared in his world, this rule suddenly became nonexistent.
Chen Yu could come in and out of his study at will when he was drawing, and could also drag him down to eat when he was halfway through his task. Later, in order to match Chen Yu’s time, he even changed the time of his work. As long as Chen Yu was in Lou’s small courtyard, Lou Ming rarely worked.
Suddenly hearing his phone ring at this time, Lou Ming stopped with a pen in hand, took his phone and opened the interface, and saw the person he was longing for. In the photo, Chen Yu’s hair was combed into a small bun; her face was flushed; her eyes were dark when she smiled with her head tilted; and behind her was a sea of clouds, which looked quite spectacular.
Lou Ming had long known that the scenery of Qilian Mountain was entirely beautiful, but it was a pity that he could not accompany Chen Yu to visit it together. He couldn’t help but stretch out his thumb and rub the photo of Chen Yu’s red cheeks, secretly thinking, if they could completely resolve the evil qi this time, he must take Chen Yu there together, to all the places he wanted to go but had never been.
Wasn’t there a popular adage on the internet recently that if you love someone, take her on a trip to all the beautiful and romantic places?
“Jing-ding-ding, Jing-ding-ding.”
With music accompanying the vibration, Master Mao’s video call appeared all of a sudden at this time. Lou Ming put away the sweet smile at the corners of his mouth and answered the phone: “Master Mao.”
“Lou Ming, we got it, we got it.” Master Mao was incoherent with excitement.
“Have you gotten the spiritual artifact?” If there was one thing that could make Master Mao so excited and call him immediately, then it would only be about the spiritual artifact.
“That’s right. The second spiritual artifact has finally been approved, and the museum has just sent someone to send it to me. I’m driving to you now,” Master Mao replied.
“Okay.”
After ending the phone call, Lou Ming lost his drive to revise the drawing. He stood up and walked to the window, looked at the blue sky outside, and muttered, “Shishi, I’ve come one step closer to you.”
After about fifty minutes, Master Mao walked in smilingly holding a sandalwood box. Lou Ming stood up and greeted him, “Master Mao.”
“Hahaha, I brought it. This is the second spiritual artifact, take a look,” Master Mao said, about to hand the box in his hand to Lou Ming.
Lou Ming suddenly took a step back and smiled awkwardly under Master Mao’s puzzled gaze: “Master Mao, you forgot that I can’t touch these spiritual artifacts.”
The first time Lou Ming met the Bronze Sword was still fresh in his mind. Moreover, now that Shishi was not in the capital, he dared not let himself get into any more unexpected situations.
“There’s no harm,” Master Mao explained with a smile, “The residual evil qi within this spiritual artifact is almost gone. You just hold it in your hand, and it won’t have any effect.”
“No more?” Lou Ming asked in amazement.
“That’s right, probably because it did not absorb as much evil qi from you as the Bronze Sword did, plus zombies absorbed it, so what remains of the evil qi is next to nothing,” Master Mao answered.
“Then does it still belong to the most Yin and Evil spiritual artifact?” If the evil qi had all been dissolved, then did this spiritual artifact still meet Feng Luo’s requirements?
“There should be no problem.” Master Mao said, “The so-called Yin to Evil spiritual artifact refers to the magic artifact that can absorb both evil qi and spirit qi. The evil qi in this spiritual artifact has almost dissipated, but there is still a residual trace. This trace of evil qi is coexisting peacefully with the spirit qi in the Bone Flute.”
Master Mao clarified while casually opening the sandalwood box and revealed a silver-white bone flute padded with yellow velvet inside.
The bone flute was silvery white, with five holes, and there was a pattern at the end of the flute that was indistinct. Lou Ming could not help but wonder: “It’s been buried for so many years. How come it still looks as good as new?”
“The curator of the museum could not explain this matter clearly. He just said that the Bone Flute was still a little yellow when it was first excavated, but for some reason, after being placed in the museum, it slowly turned white.” Master Mao guessed, “I reckon the Bone Flute may have absorbed spirit qi and caused it. After all, the museum is also a rare feng shui treasure.”
Lou Ming nodded in understanding. He reached out and picked up the Bone Flute, moved it closer to his eyes to measure for a moment. He pointed at the fuzzy pattern at the end that looked a bit worn and said, “It’s a pity that the pattern of this dandelion can’t be seen clearly anymore.”
“How do you know that it is a dandelion?” Master Mao moved closer in puzzlement. He pointed to the fuzzy pattern at the end of the Bone Flute and asked, “Experts have studied for many years and only guessed that this pattern may be plum blossom, peach blossom and so on. Why do you think it is a dandelion? Does this look like a dandelion?”
Lou Ming was momentarily stunned. He once again examined the pattern on the Bone Flute, and then unconsciously frowned. As Master Mao said, the pattern on the end of this Bone Flute was worn out to the point of being invisible, so why could he be sure that it must be a dandelion?
“I don’t know either. I just glanced at it and thought it should be a dandelion,” Lou Ming answered.
“Then it is estimated that your eyes are blurred.” Master Mao did not take the matter of dandelions to heart, but focused on observing the Bone Flute that Lou Ming held. Only when a touch of red surrounded the surface of the Bone Flute did Master Mao breathe a complete sigh of relief.
“The Bone Flute has successfully absorbed your evil qi, and moreover, the spirit qi inside it doesn’t reject it, which is enough to prove that my guess is right. The flute is indeed the spiritual artifact we are looking for,” Master Mao pointed to the Bone Flute and concluded.
Lou Ming regained his senses. Sure enough, he saw the silver-white Bone Flute with a hint of red wrapped around it. His face became tense involuntarily. He had this nagging feeling that he had seen this image before.
Strange, why did some images that he had never seen before keep popping up in his mind recently? Could it have something to do with Feng Luo’s awakening?
Chapter 92: Bone FluteCapital.The Lou Residence.Lou Ming was modifying some drawings in the study on the second floor. He recently had some new ideas and intended to improve a weapon he designed a few years ago, hoping to make the weapon lighter without reducing its lethality.Ding!In the past, Lou Ming would turn off his phone when he was designing or modifying drawings. Even if there was no one looking for him, he would still turn off his phone to make sure that 100% nothing could interrupt his thoughts. But it seemed that since Chen Yu appeared in his world, this rule suddenly became nonexistent.Chen Yu could come in and out of his study at will when he was drawing, and could also drag him down to eat when he was halfway through his task. Later, in order to match Chen Yu's time, he even changed the time of his work. As long as Chen Yu was in Lou's small courtyard, Lou Ming rarely worked.Suddenly hearing his phone ring at this time, Lou Ming stopped with a pen in hand, took his phone and opened the interface, and saw the person he was longing for. In the photo, Chen Yu's hair was combed into a small bun; her face was flushed; her eyes were dark when she smiled with her head tilted; and behind her was a sea of clouds, which looked quite spectacular.Lou Ming had long known that the scenery of Qilian Mountain was entirely beautiful, but it was a pity that he could not accompany Chen Yu to visit it together. He couldn't help but stretch out his thumb and rub the photo of Chen Yu's red cheeks, secretly thinking, if they could completely resolve the evil qi this time, he must take Chen Yu there together, to all the places he wanted to go but had never been.Wasn't there a popular adage on the internet recently that if you love someone, take her on a trip to all the beautiful and romantic places?Jing-ding-ding, Jing-ding-ding.With music accompanying the vibration, Master Mao's video call appeared all of a sudden at this time. Lou Ming put away the sweet smile at the corners of his mouth and answered the phone: Master Mao.Lou Ming, we got it, we got it. Master Mao was incoherent with excitement.Have you gotten the spiritual artifact? If there was one thing that could make Master Mao so excited and call him immediately, then it would only be about the spiritual artifact.That's right. The second spiritual artifact has finally been approved, and the museum has just sent someone to send it to me. I'm driving to you now, Master Mao replied.Okay.After ending the phone call, Lou Ming lost his drive to revise the drawing. He stood up and walked to the window, looked at the blue sky outside, and muttered, Shishi, I've come one step closer to you.After about fifty minutes, Master Mao walked in smilingly holding a sandalwood box. Lou Ming stood up and greeted him, Master Mao.Hahaha, I brought it. This is the second spiritual artifact, take a look, Master Mao said, about to hand the box in his hand to Lou Ming.Lou Ming suddenly took a step back and smiled awkwardly under Master Mao's puzzled gaze: Master Mao, you forgot that I can't touch these spiritual artifacts.The first time Lou Ming met the Bronze Sword was still fresh in his mind. Moreover, now that Shishi was not in the capital, he dared not let himself get into any more unexpected situations.There's no harm, Master Mao explained with a smile, The residual evil qi within this spiritual artifact is almost gone. You just hold it in your hand, and it won't have any effect.No more? Lou Ming asked in amazement.That's right, probably because it did not absorb as much evil qi from you as the Bronze Sword did, plus zombies absorbed it, so what remains of the evil qi is next to nothing, Master Mao answered.Then does it still belong to the most Yin and Evil spiritual artifact? If the evil qi had all been dissolved, then did this spiritual artifact still meet Feng Luo's requirements?There should be no problem. Master Mao said, The so-called Yin to Evil spiritual artifact refers to the magic artifact that can absorb both evil qi and spirit qi. The evil qi in this spiritual artifact has almost dissipated, but there is still a residual trace. This trace of evil qi is coexisting peacefully with the spirit qi in the Bone Flute.Master Mao clarified while casually opening the sandalwood box and revealed a silver-white bone flute padded with yellow velvet inside.The bone flute was silvery white, with five holes, and there was a pattern at the end of the flute that was indistinct. Lou Ming could not help but wonder: It's been buried for so many years. How come it still looks as good as new?The curator of the museum could not explain this matter clearly. He just said that the Bone Flute was still a little yellow when it was first excavated, but for some reason, after being placed in the museum, it slowly turned white. Master Mao guessed, I reckon the Bone Flute may have absorbed spirit qi and caused it. After all, the museum is also a rare feng shui treasure.Lou Ming nodded in understanding. He reached out and picked up the Bone Flute, moved it closer to his eyes to measure for a moment. He pointed at the fuzzy pattern at the end that looked a bit worn and said, It's a pity that the pattern of this dandelion can't be seen clearly anymore.How do you know that it is a dandelion? Master Mao moved closer in puzzlement. He pointed to the fuzzy pattern at the end of the Bone Flute and asked, Experts have studied for many years and only guessed that this pattern may be plum blossom, peach blossom and so on. Why do you think it is a dandelion? Does this look like a dandelion?Lou Ming was momentarily stunned. He once again examined the pattern on the Bone Flute, and then unconsciously frowned. As Master Mao said, the pattern on the end of this Bone Flute was worn out to the point of being invisible, so why could he be sure that it must be a dandelion?I don't know either. I just glanced at it and thought it should be a dandelion, Lou Ming answered.Then it is estimated that your eyes are blurred. Master Mao did not take the matter of dandelions to heart, but focused on observing the Bone Flute that Lou Ming held. Only when a touch of red surrounded the surface of the Bone Flute did Master Mao breathe a complete sigh of relief.The Bone Flute has successfully absorbed your evil qi, and moreover, the spirit qi inside it doesn't reject it, which is enough to prove that my guess is right. The flute is indeed the spiritual artifact we are looking for, Master Mao pointed to the Bone Flute and concluded.Lou Ming regained his senses. Sure enough, he saw the silver-white Bone Flute with a hint of red wrapped around it. His face became tense involuntarily. He had this nagging feeling that he had seen this image before.Strange, why did some images that he had never seen before keep popping up in his mind recently? Could it have something to do with Feng Luo's awakening?
