Chapter 727: Create a Bamboo Puppet and Obtain Qingfeng

Inside the mechanical dragon.

Ning Zhuo had been working in front of the machine platform for half a day.

He only had one last type of vowel reed left to refine.

The "Book of Vowel Reeds" records this as the "Shadow Bee Needle." Simply triggering it produces a very brief sound, and under this sound effect, the mechanism carrier can achieve a rapid burst of speed.

The ingredients are already prepared on the table, namely, the lightning-struck jade bamboo that is the color of frozen fat and contains electric patterns; the golden-ringed poisonous bee with fire lines hidden in its belly and golden wings; the northern ice crystal sand that is like stardust and makes the skin feel cold; and the rootless water of the spring equinox contained in a green jade lotus leaf cup.

Ning Zhuo activated the mechanical pedestal, urging out a sharp golden light, which split the Jade Orchid vertically along its natural electric lines.

In an instant, the cavity wall appeared in front of Ning Zhuo's eyes, covered with lightning patterns, spiraling up all the way.

Ning Zhuo couldn't help but recall what was said in the "Vowel Reed Book" - thunder patterns guide the air, which is the musical track carved by heaven and earth using thunder as a knife.

Ning Zhuo took out the northern ice crystal sand, put it all into the green jade lotus leaf cup, and mixed it thoroughly with the rootless water of the Spring Equinox.

Following the detailed steps in the "Book of Vowel Reeds," Ning Zhuo mobilized the five elements to participate in the mixing process, sometimes using fire, sometimes water, and sometimes switching to earth.

It has to be said that the five elements magic power covers a wide range and is quite universal.

In the end, Ning Zhuo obtained a ball of translucent paste with a slightly green tint.

Ning Zhuo filled the walls of the Yuzhu Temple with this translucent paste, leaving only the last cavity as the earthquake source nest.

"Lei Ting carved a natural musical track into the bamboo cavity. Using such a precious material saves a lot of labor."

Ning Zhuo secretly admired Qinghuangzi's ingenuity in choosing materials in this regard.

He then dealt with the golden ringed venomous bee.

As soon as the restriction was lifted, the poisonous bee flapped its wings and attacked, its stinger piercing Ning Zhuo's eyebrows!

Ning Zhuo did not avoid or give way, but instead used a wood-type magic power to intercept the golden-ringed poisonous bee.

The tip of the poisonous bee's stinger pierced three inches into the wood element's magic power and suddenly ignited, producing a poisonous fire.

The poisonous fire and the green air intertwined, and the bee's body turned to ashes, leaving only the poison-tempered sound needle hanging in the air and buzzing.

Ning Zhuo raced against time and immediately started the next step while the poisonous fire was still burning.

He used a bee sting as a pen and poison fire as ink, piercing the tip of the needle into the ice sand paste three millimeters before withdrawing it, making many tiny holes along the way.

Where ice and fire collide, there is a hissing sound, and each hole has different depths and angles.

The first hole is as wide as a grain of wheat, the seven holes in the middle are as thin as a needle tip, and the last hole pierces the cavity wall at an angle.

The poisonous fire has been extinguished by the ice cream.

Ning Zhuo then inserted the bee stinger into the cavity of the distal segment.

Ning Zhuo bit his fingertip, letting a drop of blood drip into it while at the same time unleashing his magic power.

A sudden buzzing sound!

Ning Zhuo turned his palm, pressed the two halves of the bamboo joint tightly together, and pressed them down slightly.

The buzzing sound was forcibly pressed back into the cavity, refracting repeatedly through the eight sound holes. When the ninth echo overlapped, the humming sound suddenly became clear, turning into a short sound, and then completely quieted down.

Under Ning Zhuo's blood refining, Yuzhu was reunited into one again.

He held the warm jade bamboo in his palm, and saw a golden needle-like edge appearing at the end of the bamboo.

Ning Zhuo gently stroked the bamboo joint and suddenly threw it into the air. The bamboo joint spun in the air, making a series of short, snapping sounds.

The bamboo joint's rotation speed also increased dramatically, almost turning into a black shadow.

Ning Zhuo reached out again and caught it.

The sound lingering in my ears suddenly disappeared.

"In this way, the twenty vowel reed mechanism components have been completely manufactured."

"Next, we need to make bamboo puppets."

According to the information spread by Qinghuangzi, the prerequisite for participating in the second Xingyun trial is that the cultivators must bring their own made bamboo puppets to participate.

"But Qinghuangzi didn't say how many bamboo puppets there were."

"Here, perhaps he is intentionally testing the monks participating in the trial's ability to design mechanisms and analyze situations."

Specifically, there are two extremes.

The first extreme is to concentrate all the vowel reed components on a huge bamboo puppet.

The second extreme is to make each vowel reed component into a small bamboo puppet. All the bamboo puppets are gathered together to form a small team of twenty people.

Ning Zhuo did not hesitate here.

"I'm not clear about the specific circumstances of the second Xingyun trial, so a moderate approach is most appropriate."

He planned to make seven small bamboo puppets according to his inspiration, with each puppet having an average of three vowel reeds.

Ning Zhuo stood in front of the pedestal without moving.

Soon, after a cup of tea, Ning Zhuo made the first small bamboo puppet.

He carefully designed the third reed into a handle for a bamboo whip.

The whip's body was woven with ice silkworm crystal silk, aided by spiritual consciousness. Many grooves were carved into the whip's body, creating sound through friction from the airflow.

Magical thread!

Ning Zhuo stretched out five fingers and controlled it.

Snap. The little bamboo puppet whipped out a whip.

The air quickly formed a vortex, and a short "hum" sound swung by the ear, then traveled along the bamboo whip to the end of the handle, and was amplified tenfold in the bamboo cavity.

Then, it travels along the arm of the little bamboo puppet, into the body, and touches the other two vowel reed parts.

The next moment, a translucent sonic spider web burst out from the bamboo puppet's body from the inside out, directly covering the area within ten feet around it.

The sonic spider web carries triple power and is the trump card of this little bamboo puppet.

Ning Zhuo used a piece of black iron and placed it in the sonic spider web for testing.

The speed of the black iron's fall suddenly slowed down, almost stagnating in mid-air.

Then, countless cracks appeared on the surface of the black iron, crisscrossing each other.

Finally, the black iron continued to vibrate, and with a bang, it exploded!

After two days, Ning Zhuo had completed the production of seven small bamboo puppets, which was considered to be a preliminary achievement of Qinghuangzi's requirements.

"Then it's just a matter of constant practice."

Ning Zhuo trained for another day.

He already had extensive experience in performing puppetry, so it wasn't difficult for him to master these seven small bamboo puppets. He quickly got the hang of it and practiced them to perfection.

"However, based on what I've learned, I can already predict a certain direction for the Qinghuangzi test."

"His method of controlling the bamboo puppets was primarily based on rhythm, supplemented by the hanging strings."

"In order to avoid being too late in the future, I'd better put more effort into music and learn it well."

Leiyin Peak.

The Lost Voice Pond is embedded in the mountain top, like a black jade mirror that was accidentally broken by a god.

The edge of the pool is lined with jagged rocks struck by lightning, many of which have been calcined by heavenly fire to a luster like glass.

The surface of the lake is calm year-round, reflecting the gathering and dispersing of clouds and the flickering of stars, but it swallows up all sounds - even if a huge rock collapses, it only creates a circle of silent ripples, which are immediately swallowed up by the deep pool, as if falling into a bottomless abyss.

In the center of the pond, there is a small sandbar with a solitary weeping tung tree standing on it.

The trunk is only about three inches in size and twisted like a dying dragon.

Resin condenses in every crack on the bark, and amber is like tears.

The tung tree has branches but no leaves, and its branches are dense and tangled inside, forming an empty nest.

In the past, the pond was dead silent, the mountain wind crashing against branches and empty nests, ripped into wisps by the sharp loneliness. Frequent lightning strikes shattered into whimpering auras, and the remaining heavenly fire quenched on the stone, like a lonely firework.

This place only becomes lively during the Feiyun Conference.

The magic circle of Thunder Peak will be activated, isolating the thunder falling from the sky.

A large number of cultivators gathered at the Lost Voice Pond and actively participated in Gu Qitong's Xingyun test.

When Ning Zhuo arrived here, the solitary weeping tung tree was swaying slightly without wind, and he was about to begin teaching the "Green Wind and Spring Rain".

A large number of monks were already sitting or standing by the pond, ready for battle.

Ning Zhuo immediately found an open space and sat cross-legged on a rock.

At first, he was inconspicuous.

But it was only when he took out the hemp rope and the wooden awl that he attracted attention.

Hang your head on the beam and prick your thigh with a needle!

Ning Zhuo did not hesitate and directly tied his hair and stabbed his thigh with a wooden spike.

"Is this a Confucian cultivation technique?"

"You're already using Confucian cultivation techniques before we even start?"

Yes.

Ning Zhuo decided to prick himself first to feel the pain and get into the state as soon as possible.

The solitary weeping tung tree began to make sounds, playing the "Green Wind and Spring Rain" for the outside world.

Hanging his head from the beam allowed Ning Zhuo to eliminate distracting thoughts, while piercing his thigh with a needle gave him penetrating thoughts.

He devoted all his attention to "listening".

He heard the sound of growth in the trees, and his whole body was bathed in the "Green Wind and Spring Rain", which also produced a tingling, subtle "growth feeling".

Ning Zhuo sighed in his heart: "Growth is nothing more than this!"

The first time, he had a comprehensive and superficial understanding of the entire "Qingfeng Chunlinpu".

The second time, the hemp rope tightened around the roots of his hair, causing a constant dull pain. His right leg was completely shattered, and Ning Zhuo had to replace his left leg.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

He stabbed the wooden spike in his hand one after another, without any hesitation in each movement.

Some people were watching Ning Zhuo, their eyes twitching as they sighed in their hearts, "How could this big-headed young man be so cruel to himself!"

The previous sound of growth and rapid expansion seemed to be constantly amplified, and Ning Zhuo could hear countless details contained in it.

These were the sounds of growth and expansion with different rhythms and beats, and he could even hear every note.

"'Green Wind and Spring Rain' uses music to awaken the life essence of trees, giving them strength and accelerating their growth."

On to the third time.

At Ning Zhuo's feet, blood had gathered into a small pool.

The sharp pain at the roots of my hair had become somewhat numb. A large amount of hair was directly torn off by the hemp rope.

Ning Zhuo's eyes were dim and his upper body was shaking, unable to control himself.

As he listened, all the sounds mixed together, like heavy rain, croaking frogs, and thunder drums, so noisy that it made people dizzy.

"You can't bite off more than you can chew!"

"I want to achieve everything right away, but unfortunately I still have some distance to go in terms of academic ability."

Life hangs by a thread!

Luoshu page!

Ning Zhuo's eyes were dim. While he was on the outskirts of the crowd, he secretly made up his mind, activated his supernatural powers, and felt the power of the Taoist weapon.

Under the influence of the Luoshu pages, Ning Zhuo suddenly became extremely well-balanced. The sounds he heard were immediately divided into categories, orders, and sizes, and no longer chaotic.

Not only that, the various sounds of growth and jointing are combined in a natural and free-flowing way, and performed in Ning Zhuo's ears.

At this moment, Ning Zhuo was a little dazed.

He heard the rhythm of life flowing and gushing out.

From this, we can gain insight into the core essence of "Qingfeng Chunlinpu".

Learn it three times!

Ning Zhuo put away the hemp rope and wooden awl, healed himself, cleaned up the bloodstains, and quietly left the scene.

According to the rules, Gu Qitong has to play the same music score at least twenty times.

Although some people noticed the commotion and glanced at Ning Zhuo, seeing that his face was pale, bloodstained, his hair was messy, and he looked a little embarrassed, they thought he was just frustrated and defeated, so they didn't take it seriously.

Gu Qitong was originally a demon cultivator. In order to save his Taoist companion, who was also his lifelong soulmate, he tried his best, but ultimately failed against all odds and watched his soulmate perish in the thunder tribulation.

Gu Qitong suffered severe damage both physically and mentally, and his cultivation was almost shattered. He eventually turned into his original form - a paulownia tree. In the ruins caused by the thunderstorm, he played different musical scores over and over again.

This is a rather special person among the Feiyun trials of the Wanxiang Sect.

If a monk can respond to the Solitary Weeping Tree with high-quality music, he will likely receive the Amber Tears of the Wutong Tree as a reward.

"I won't join in the fun!" Ning Zhuo has already learned everything, but he is still willing to keep a low profile and doesn't want to be in the spotlight.

He was secretly delighted: "Of all the musical scores, this 'Green Wind and Spring Rain' is the most suitable for Bamboo Puppet."

"Although I have learned it, I still need to practice this music score."

"Perhaps in the future, we will be able to use the 'Green Wind and Spring Rain' to control the bamboo puppet team with sound."

Thinking of this, Ning Zhuo couldn't help but sigh again: This Feiyun Conference and Xingyun Test are really great. You can learn all kinds of things at will and rarely need to consider other external factors.

"Hey, what is this?"

When Ning Zhuo was passing by a mountain on his cloud, he unexpectedly found a group of monks gathered there, discussing the Xingyun test.

"There's a small mechanism here. Why don't I give it a try?" Ning Zhuo immediately became interested.

He added new methods such as hanging his head on the beam and piercing his thigh with a needle, as well as a pictographic brush, bitter ink, and Luoshu pages. This set of learning methods made him interested and motivated to learn all kinds of things.

What's more, this is just Xingyun's small test of mechanical skills!

Ning Zhuo descended from the clouds and came to the mountainside to compete with the other monks.

The stone gate on the mountainside opened, revealing a strong man with broad shoulders and a big waist, and a huge black beard that almost covered his face.

The bearded man grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp white teeth. "I'm Che Zhuzi. Come in, everyone."

"Che Zhuzi, does what you said count? Whoever can pass your Xingyun test can take away a magic weapon or other treasures of equal value?" Someone asked immediately.

Che Zhuzi nodded: "Of course, of course! What I said is of course true and counts!"

"Okay, I'll go first!" The monk who asked before took the lead.

The monks who reacted rushed into the gate one after another.

Ning Zhuo secretly found it funny: "This hired helper is a bit rough in his work."

But he guessed wrong this time.

This is really not a scam.

Lady Pansi, who was hiding deep in the cave, was secretly excited: "Here he comes! I finally lured that little bastard Ning Zhuo in."

"It's worth it for me to have Che Zhuzi send out the message directly, using a large sum of money to encourage cultivators to participate in the Xingyun Trial!"

"Come on, come in!"

Lady Pan Si licked her bright red lips, her eyes filled with malice.

(End of this chapter)