The Five Elements Essence, having its head pressed by him, stopped and looked up at him. Its rose-petal-like mouth was slightly open as it lifted its head. It asked in a soft, childish voice, "Have you finished planting them all?"
"Um."
"When will the flowers grow?"
Luo Jiujiang gave a mischievous smile: "...Well, that depends on what I mean."
"Huh?"
If things could grow easily in the chaos, the essence of the five elements wouldn't have to live alone for so many years. But since Luo Jiujiang dared to plant it, he naturally had this confidence.
At the beginning, Mr. Gongyi personally taught him the art of killing with sound. The first lesson was the way of life and death. With a tune played on his jade harp, he could make flowers bloom against the season.
And in the Spirit Snake Realm, at the grand banquet where Zhen Shuangliu wanted to announce to the world that Luo Jiujiang was his disciple, Luo Jiujiang broke through the golden elixir and first realized the "human way". The white thunder he was bathing in was the power born from the source of Yin and Yang.
There was originally nothing in the chaos, but since there was no light here, Luo Jiujiang would hold out a sun; there was nothing here, but Luo Jiujiang could pull up thousands of mountains; as for now, he wanted hundreds of flowers to bloom, and he didn't need to rely on others' hands.
While the spirits of the five elements were still confused and didn't understand what he meant, Luo Jiujiang already had the flute in his hand.
The Tao source that acted as the "sun" in the sky seemed to have sensed something, faintly echoing the ups and downs of Luo Jiujiang's dantian.
The jade flute spun swiftly in Luo Jiujiang's hand, and he brought it to his lips and blew out the first note tentatively.
The mountains, rivers and basins were still sleeping and had not been awakened, but the "sun" on the horizon was emitting a stronger light like sparks in time with the rhythm of the music.
The first melodious note only represents a simple beginning. Luo Jiujiang's subsequent playing is truly soul-stirring.
The flute's mellow sound was like the gentle rain of early spring, and its powerful aroma was like the blazing sun at noon. Luo Jiujiang's music spread throughout the fields, just as sunlight and rain nourished all directions.
When the tune begins, Luo Jiujiang's flute sounds soft, graceful, long, natural and fresh. It sounds as pleasant as a lazy stretch when you open your eyes in the morning, like the birds waking up in the morning when dew covers the earth and the sun shines on the east, a warmth that melts away the accumulated cold of winter, and the first thunder in the sky in early spring.
It is the growth of life, it is the awakening of insects.
The Five Elements Spirit, crouching on the ground, widened his eyes. He saw the soil in front of him shift slightly, as if a small insect were gently digging its way through the ground. The change was so slight that it could almost be mistaken for an illusion.
It's not an illusion.
Luo Jiujiang's flute music has not stopped yet, and under his feet, in front of and behind him, among the thousands of mountains and rivers connected to his spiritual power, there are already countless drowsy lives that are about to wake up and are connected to him.
The word "xiao" (xiao) breaks down to the sound of "zhusu," evoking the sound of wind blowing through leaves. Looking across the mountains, their edges are as sharp as a knife, their sides chiseled, their bare, exposed rocks forming the mountains' vast, dark blue bones. Gazing far into the distance, the world seems devoid of life, save for the flower carefully cradled in the arms of the Five Elements.
There was no wind, no leaves, only the faint sound of the flute, like a lonely feeling that was a solace for oneself.
Like a hand stretched out into the air at some unknown time, it means a call to a friend.
The essence of the five elements suddenly fell to the ground.
He heard a sound rising and falling from beneath the soil, like the tide—
That's tens of thousands of seeds taking root deep in the soil.
He stretched out his small hand to dig up the loose soil in front of him and found that the seeds buried there had broken through the seed coat, revealing a small white tip. He subconsciously looked up at Luo Jiujiang, but found that the other party had half-closed his eyes, as if he had fallen into some mysterious state.
Luo Jiujiang said nothing. At this moment, the sound of the flute was the voice of his heart.
In this small world compressed by chaos, he suddenly felt that he actually had three dantians.
One is in the sky, shining brightly on this world, and the vortex is filled with light and the source of yin and yang; the other is buried deep underground, vast and boundless, with spiritual energy flowing through every root, and every thin root is an extension of his meridians. Thousands of seeds rise and fall with Luo Jiujiang's thoughts, and the upper and lower dantians reflect each other, and the power of life is sown by the source of Tao to the seeds buried under the mountains.
The third dantian is the one that stands tall between heaven and earth, as if the entire world is tied to his tiny thought. Although it is not as high as the sky, and even not as vast as the earth, it is he himself who keeps the entire small world from collapsing.
The sound of the flute rose up in a tone, like an order spoken by Luo Jiujiang himself.
In uniform order, all over the mountains and ridges, green sprouts emerged from the soil at the same time, slowly unfolding their curled leaves.
——After the Waking of Insects, it is the Spring Equinox.
The light green covering the towering mountains was like a signal. As the signal was sent out, Luo Jiujiang's flute sound gradually became more exciting and turbulent. However, the sound quality of the jade flute itself was mellow and soft. In this way, it spontaneously filtered Luo Jiujiang's voice like a natural barrier, making the intense and vigorous power of life even warmer and brighter.
Luo Jiujiang strolled leisurely, his fingers moving slowly between the pores. He stepped over the new greenery, but the tender shoots he stepped on showed no sign of decline. Instead, they perked up, as if washed by water.
He and his flute sound crossed the mountains and rivers together, and the whole mountain became clear and bright, and the green leaves began to sprout.
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