In a song "Looking at Hometown", the sound of the flute is like smoke, like wisps of sounds, and like countless thoughts flying, homesickness is hard to describe.

It is also the same song "Looking at Home", the artistic conception played by Chu Yang at this moment is much different from what Sun Zhiming just played!

Although there is no accompaniment, Chu Yang's own performance skills are enough to make up for all shortcomings!

This song "Looking at the West" is a work of the feather style, and the whole piece is full of nostalgia. Although Chu Yang's "The Determination of the God of Music" has only basic rules and lacks the skills to use, it does not affect his integration of the "The Determination of the God of Music" into this song.

Yu Tu is the last mode among the five tones, but its status is very special. It can be said that it forms a yin and yang with the main palace mode. If the central and peaceful main palace mode is compared to the husband, Yu Tu is the wife, which represents softness, sadness, calmness and other emotions, which is exactly the opposite of the main palace mode.

Chu Yang inadvertently incorporated the Yu-style mental method into this song "Looking at Home", which immediately gave the whole song a hint of sound practice, but the characteristics it revealed were "sadness".

In the silky sound of the flute, everyone present was deeply infected at the same time, and they were immersed in the deep homesickness with the sound of the flute. Several old men couldn't help but burst into tears. They were obviously people living in the house. At this moment, they heard the sound of the flute and felt homesickness.

Wang Chuanlin has lived in Zhongxian for more than 30 years, but his hometown is not here, but from the Northeastern people. This song reminded him of the days when he lived with his grandfather in a wooden house at the foot of Changbai Mountain when he was young. After decades of sudden dreams, he felt infinite emotion in his heart!

Chu Yang closed his eyes and let his thoughts flow with the sound of the flute. Although this song is Madi's work, he has long been very familiar with it. He doesn't have to consider skills when playing it, just devote himself to it. Rather than saying that he is playing at this moment, he is talking with the flute to express his thoughts in his heart.

It is true that he has a family in this world and a relative he cared for. But in the deepest part of his heart, there is still another home. The wind and bamboo forest and the white-clothed figure will appear in his dreams from time to time.

At this moment, Chu Yang's heart felt deep longing. He remembered his days at Huayin Sect, his master Luo Qing, and the little things he had spent more than ten years with his master and apprentice.

The sound of the flute gradually drifted away, and finally reached nothing. Chu Yang's thoughts seemed to float to the unknown depths of the distance with the sound of the flute.

"Master, where are you? Are you okay?" Chu Yang put down the flute and said silently in his heart.

It has been so long since he came to this world, and he has made a name for himself in this world, but the news about his master Luo Qing is still like a rock sinking into the sea.

Chu Yang was anxious, but he had no choice but to do anything. Although his current power was already very powerful in this world, compared to the huge power that teared the space, it was still like a little ant in front of a giant. Although in his heart, he had never given up looking for his master Luo Qing for a moment, there was also a vague fact that he was unwilling to think about it, that is, she was likely to be beaten to death in that shocking blow!

Chu Yang didn't dare to think about this possibility. Because he was afraid and heartbroken when he thought about it. He was deliberately avoiding this problem, but it always inadvertently invaded his heart.

At the end of the song, Chu Yang felt thoughtful, but the dozen people who listened to it were already trapped in a deep homesickness, and a huge sad atmosphere filled the air!

Ding Ting had already cried on her delicate little face. Chu Yang's song "Looking at Home" also aroused her homesickness. Although she had just returned during the Spring Festival, it was April in a blink of an eye and she had been leaving home for several months. I don't know how her parents at home were, at this moment, Ding Ting wanted to fly to them immediately.

When Chu Yang came to his senses, he realized that his song was unknowingly influenced by the musical practice. Seeing that those ordinary people were obviously infected by the sound of his flute and fell into the sadness of not being able to do so, Chu Yang suddenly felt that he had just been impulsive.

His music has a great influence on the souls of ordinary people, and it can definitely be more than those so-called hypnotic masters. Chu Yang knew very well that these people were affected by this song "Looking at Home" and their minds were shrouded in great sorrow and homesickness. If they could not be resolved, they would likely have serious consequences!

Even at this moment, Chu Yang found that several old men were crying and their expressions were depressed, which was obviously affected! They all said that they were worried and heartbroken. Chu Yang knew that if this emotion was not properly resolved, even the lifespan of these people would be affected!

This was not his original intention, but for a melody monk, it was not too difficult to solve this problem.

"Master Chu Yang, your song "Looking at Hometown" is really, really..." Sun Zhiming came back to his senses and looked extremely excited. Later, he found that he could not find any language to describe the song he had just heard!

OK? Sun Zhiming felt that simply using "good" to describe this song is not enough. Although he couldn't describe it, the artistic conception made him deeply immersed. He had known that Chu Yang's flute attainments were very high, but when he heard Chu Yang's performance on the spot, Sun Zhiming still felt that he underestimated Chu Yang's level. This flute technique has transcended the level of "skill" and has risen to a state of "Tao"!

Not to mention anything else, look at the people around you, many of them cried. What does this mean? It means that this song has been blown into their hearts!

In contrast, when he usually plays, these people say goodbye and applaud, but Sun Zhiming knows that he is just a little skill, just a skill. Standing in front of Chu Yang, his little skill is as childish as a child in kindergarten.

This is the real loud sound! This is the real flute!

Sun Zhiming felt that hearing this song "Looking at Home" today, his life would be considered in vain.

"Young man, you're playing the flute, alas, I miss home, what's this called a song?" an old man asked, wiping his tears.

"This is "Looking at Hometown" written by Teacher Madi." Chu Yang looked at these emotional listeners and said with a smile: "This song was so sad just now, I'll give you a little happier."

"Okay, okay! County Magistrate Xiao Chu has another one. For the first time, I heard such a nice flute!" The old man who was wiping his tears just now clapped his hands and shouted. Several other people also agreed.

Sun Zhiming didn't say anything. He had already put his ears on and was about to listen carefully. For him, as long as Chu Yang was willing to brag, it would be fine for him to keep listening here. Such an opportunity is so rare!

Chu Yang nodded, then picked up the flute again. This time, he played a piece of song "Raise the Whip and urge the Horse to transport grain" that everyone is so familiar with.

This is a song played by a small bangdi in tune A. It is logical that it should not be played with a flute in tune F. However, Chu Yang's skills at this moment have long reached the point of ignoring this difference in tune. He lowered two tunes, but this song could not hear any low feeling under Chu Yang's performance. Instead, it added a touch of water and spirit in its agility.

Chu Yang's fingers were flying, chopping, wiping, spitting, and sliding... The skills of the Northern School flute were fully reflected in his hands. The light flute sound was like a cheerful bird, flying in the air. Everyone who heard the flute sound had a touch of sincere joy from the bottom of his heart, and his smile was unconsciously imprinted on his face!

The song "Raise the Whip and urge the Horse to transport food" is like a ray of sunshine, instantly dispelling the sadness and joy in everyone's hearts, and once again surged in the crowd!

At the end of the song, everyone smiled happily and shouted loudly!

"Okay, okay! This song is right, County Magistrate Xiao Chu's flute is so amazing!"

"Good, nice. I've heard Lao Sun play the flute for several years, but I haven't seen the flute make such a nice noise in his hands!"

"Hehe, Lao Chai, you're just kidding. Can I compare with Master Chu Yang? Tell you how good Master Chu Yang is, this is the case in the whole of China!" Sun Zhiming said, giving out his thumbs.

Chu Yang looked at the emotions of these people and completely relieved his heart. This song "Raise the Whip and Erection Horses and Food Busy" has both a central and peaceful style of palace style and a free and easy style of symbol style. It can be said that it is the most suitable song to mobilize positive emotions. After Chu Yang finished playing this song and watching everyone's reaction, he knew that the effect he wanted had reached.

This is the power of music!

Chu Yang smiled and returned the flute to Sun Zhiming, who felt like he had a treasure. His flute was originally a bargain for more than 100 yuan, but now after Chu Yang changed it and Chu Yang personally played it, the value is different!

Sun Zhiming took the flute and looked left and right. He was so precious.

Chu Yang chatted with him for a while. Seeing that it was getting late and the sky was getting darker, he said goodbye to everyone and walked slowly towards the guesthouse with Ding Ting.

"What's wrong? Are you missing home?" Chu Yang found Ding Ting a little silent on the way back, and immediately asked with a smile.

"You are not your leader. You are so sad that you play that song, which makes people miss home. I don't care. Leader, what do you think you should do?" Ding Ting asked relentlessly.

"That's not simple? If you miss home, go back and have a look." Chu Yang said half-jokingly.

"Then you go back with me." The little girl suddenly said boldly.

"Okay." Chu Yang agreed without hesitation, but did not notice a trace of secret joy appeared on the little girl's face.

Chu Yang, a cultivator from another world, naturally did not know the meaning of an unmarried girl suddenly taking a man home in this world, or in other words, he did not think about that aspect at all.

The two gradually walked into the guesthouse, and suddenly, Chu Yang felt a sense of hostility alertly.

"Huh?" The smile on Chu Yang's face instantly condensed, and his eyes looked at a pitch-black alley beside him.
Chapter completed!