It was April, and the mountains were in full bloom with flowers and the trees were green and red.

On the quiet and winding path, a young man in blue clothes was walking.

He held a folding fan in his hand, his figure as graceful as jade, and took brisk steps to tour the mountains and rivers. Suddenly, he heard intermittent strange sounds in his ears.

The sound was sometimes far away and sometimes near. I moved my ears slightly and listened carefully. Although it had a melodious and gentle feeling, it was very unpleasant.

Zhang Ling thought for a moment and thought it was the sound of some musical instrument. He guessed it was a flute.

Looking around, I found a dense bamboo forest in the distance.

Bamboos are intertwined with each other, and their leaves cover each other. Sunlight shines through the gaps between the bamboo crowns, leaving rows of light holes in the shape of fishing nets on the ground.

Exactly:

Smoke is seen coming from the mountainside, and the setting sun is glimpsed among the bamboos.

Green bamboos grow in the secluded path, and green vines brush against clothes.

Zhang Ling walked forward quickly and found a small pavilion next to the bamboo forest.

There seems to be a figure standing in the pavilion, holding a flute in one hand. There are twelve holes on the flute, which is placed horizontally between the mouth. One hand is not enough. When listening from a distance, one can still distinguish one or two notes, but when listening from close up, it sounds noisy and harsh.

The young man in green took a quick look with his mind and found that this person was not human. His whole body was slender, like a bamboo pole. One arm and one leg, standing on one leg, were all made of green bamboo. He had a big round head, pointed eyes, a face like tree bark, and hair like small standing bamboo shoots.

Although it has a strange appearance and looks like some kind of bamboo monster, it is not tainted with the slightest aura of blood and evil, giving people the feeling of being handsome and elegant.

Interesting and interesting.

Zhang Ling continued walking forward when the flute music suddenly stopped. The bamboo monster in the pavilion was startled and turned back to look at him. After a moment of silence, it saluted the young man in green clothes with its fists clasped, its posture still upright. "Jinzhu Fanjiu greets the Immortal!"

Muscle bamboo grows for a long time?

Apparently, that's the name of this bamboo monster.

I guess the first two characters are the type of bamboo, and the last two characters are the other person's name.

Zhang Ling smiled and said, "I was just passing by and didn't mean to disturb you. I hope you can forgive me!"

"I am deeply honored to have your presence, Immortal!"

The young man in blue exchanged names with the other party and started chatting.

It turns out that this Jinzhu Fanjiu is a bamboo spirit. If someone plants bamboo in their yard and invites it to live there, it can bless the family with long-lasting prosperity and many descendants.

If someone with bad intentions or impure thoughts appears in the blessed family, the bamboo spirit will leave. Once it leaves, the family will gradually decline, and the monkeys will scatter when the tree falls. Disasters will befall them, and life and death will be unpredictable.

This bamboo spirit was born to love playing the flute, and the bamboo flute was its companion. Unfortunately, it only had one hand, and the flute had twelve holes, making it difficult for it to play the complete melody freely.

Jinzhu Fanjiu said that there was a legend in the Jinzhu lineage that if a bamboo spirit could find someone with a predestined relationship to play the flute together one day, the spirit would grow healthy limbs, be active and strong, and live up to five hundred years.

The average lifespan of each bamboo spirit is about sixty years. Most of the time, they are happy to live in someone's home, so they can easily live past eighty years old, but not more than one hundred years old at most. The prerequisite is that someone must take the initiative and sincerely request to live with them.

"I've heard there are many types of bamboo in the world, but I've never seen one of my own kind. People like me live a lonely and cold life, unable to speak freely with others. No one cares about me when I'm alive, and no one knows after I die. A hundred years is not enough, and I only have the sun, moon, and heaven and earth to accompany me."

The bamboo sighed for a long time, hoping that one day he could find someone with whom he could play the bamboo flute. He hoped that he could live to be five hundred years old, and then walk alone to find people of the same species.

It had approached many mountain people hoping to play the zither and flute together, but in the end it was unsuccessful and sometimes it even scared some mortals.

After talking with each other, Zhang Ling learned that the other party had been staying here for a long time, but the fate had not yet come. Not only had he not found his destined person, but no mortal had even come to invite him to stay in his home.

Fifty years have passed since its birth, and I'm afraid the remaining ten years will also run out of fuel here.

“Maybe give it a try!”

Zhang Ling decided to try playing the flute with Jinzhu Fanjiu, which might produce unexpected results.

Soon, the complete flute sound floated out from the bamboo flutes in the hands of the two people, melodious and graceful, like a mountain stream meeting a soulmate, and they hit it off immediately.

The bamboo forest is intoxicated by the sound of the flute. The bamboo leaves sway gracefully, dancing lightly with the wind, making a rustling sound, and the sound of flowing water echoes. It is such a dreamy scene with clear shadows in the quiet window.

Suddenly, the bamboo tree grew healthy limbs and looked radiant and energetic, which was quite magical.

"Thank you so much for your help, I am deeply grateful!"

Jin Zhufanjiu was overjoyed and said that he had no way to repay him and was willing to give the bamboo flute in his hand as a gift.

"If you ever find an upright and noble person, you can hide this bamboo flute in their home. It will ensure a hundred years of prosperity and a large family."

"However, I hope you will be aware of one thing. If someone with ill intentions possesses this bamboo flute, it will gradually rot and eventually perish. Within a year, they will be reduced to poverty, within two years, they will suffer continuous bad luck, and within three years, they will be struck by disaster, with untold casualties."

Zhang Ling pondered for a moment and prepared to decline, claiming that this was the other party's companion spirit creature and a gentleman should not take away what others love. Besides, helping him play the flute was just a small attempt and he had no intention of getting any benefits.

"This bamboo flute is of no use to me now. When I reach the age of five hundred, with all my limbs intact, I shall travel the world, seeking fellow creatures. I shall no longer need to live in seclusion under someone else's roof."

"Please accept it, my benefactor, otherwise I will be uneasy for a long time."

After Zhang Ling refused several times in vain, he accepted the bamboo flute.

Afterwards, Jinzhu Fanjiu invited him to taste the crispy and tender spring bamboo shoots, claiming that his bamboo shoots were the most delicious within a thousand miles.

Zhang Ling did not refuse and was very happy to do so.

Bamboo shoots are indeed a good thing. He hasn't eaten them for a long time. This time he is lucky enough to eat them, so he should live up to the opportunity and taste some.

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