✓After the big guy Xiuzhen dressed as interstellar cannon fodder

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Chapter 12

Yuan Bao and Nan Xun didn't know, so they could be fooled by Song Xi's words, but Song Li knew that his little sister would cultivate immortals, and he couldn't help but wonder what kind of immortal spell it was just now.

When he heard that music, Song Li's heart seemed to be filled with soft feathers, full of indescribable warmth and happiness, and he couldn't help but relax the sword move in his hand.

During this period of meditation Song Xi, in addition to practicing swords, Song Li also checked many legends and stories of immortal cultivation on the Star Network, but she discovered a new world.

It turns out that there is a section in the reading area, which preserves the data of online books in ancient times, which were brought from Blue Star. In those books, there are all kinds of magical and magnificent fairy tales, which made Song Li open his eyes and marvel.

Song Xi looked at the golden orb in his hand, still a little unable to return to his senses, and said slowly: "... It's the way I practice.

She blinked, bent her fingers and squeezed the golden orb into her palm, took a deep breath and said: "Everyone has everyone's Dao, just like choosing a major in school, you are good at swords, and you are also born with a sword body, so you should walk the kendo in the future." I have a talent for music, and my major is sound.

Song Li seemed to understand: "This sounds a bit like a weapon, my weapon is a sword, and your weapon is sound?"

"Yes, the same can be said."

There are many kinds of cultivators, and physical cultivation focuses on refining the body and relying on strong physique to win. Dharma cultivation specializes in techniques, as well as sword cultivation, instrument cultivation, talisman cultivation, and dan cultivation, each with its own strengths.

However, Song Xi has never seen these, and the cultivators of the era where she was born are very rare, and only she and the elderly master and senior brother are left in the sect.

Later, the master died, the senior brother fell asleep, and Song Xi left the mountain gate and went to the outside world alone.

She had been to many places and met one or two practitioners, but most of them were low cultivation and hopeless. Looking up, the world was as vast as a sea of smoke, and none of them could talk to her.

Finally, when she was tired of walking, she stopped at a place, adopted orphans picked up by the roadside, lived in the deep mountains and old forests, like a master, raised her disciples, and quietly waited for her end.

The reason why Song Xi embarked on the road of sound repair was initially because the master found that she was particularly sensitive to the rhythm of music, and sometimes when a gust of wind blew outside the window, she could predict from the sound of the wind where the wind would come from and whether it would rain tomorrow.

Before the winter snow had melted away, the young Song Xi squatted in the yard, pointed to the land with snow marks and said, "Master, the grass is about to come out." On

the second day, the spring light first shone, the snow melted, and the tender yellow grass buds poked out of the sharp point.

She seemed to be born with the sound of nature between heaven and earth, the soft crackling of snow falling on the branches, the very light and light "popping" sound of flowers blooming, the grass breaking through the seeds and using the strength of the winter to drill out of the soil, and the little insects in the corners whispering in the dark.

For Song Xi, there has never been a moment in this world that has never been truly quiet, no matter when and where, her ears are always filled with countless voices, subtle, in secret places that others have not noticed, singing noisy noises that only she can hear.