In that remote and mysterious Yunyin Continent, between the four seasons, there are many legends that make people scratch their heads.
Let's talk about it today, a strange thing happened on the snowfield in winter, about a young hunter named Li Changfeng, who saved a female fox in the heavy snow, and was confused, and was led by this fox into a funeral banquet related to life and death, and the old-fashioned suona turned out to be a magic weapon for turning the tables.
In the winter of that year, in the north of the Yunyin Continent, snowflakes were like goose feathers, fluttering and sprinkling, dressing the mountains and forests in silver.
Li Changfeng, this young man is strong and kind-hearted, and he is stepping on the thick snow, wandering around the forest to find prey, wanting to add some oil and water to his family.
His eyes are bright, as if he can see through the wind and snow and capture the breath of life.
Just as he was about to go home empty-handed, a faint whimper, through the wind and snow, pierced his heart.
He followed the sound, and saw a she-fox, curled up in a puddle of snow, her fur in a mess, her eyes full of despair and pleading.
The hind leg was injured, and the blood stained the snow red, which made people feel distressed to watch. "Hey, these days, even the beasts are hard." Li Changfeng's heart softened, and he hurriedly stepped forward, carefully picked up the female fox, wrapped it tightly with his cotton jacket, and hurried home in three steps and two steps.
When he got home, he carefully bandaged the wounds of the female fox and fed her some hot food.
The female fox seemed to be able to sense his kindness, and her eyes slowly brightened, and she leaned obediently beside him.
A few days later, the female fox's injuries improved, but she was not in a hurry to leave, but when Li Changfeng went out, she quietly followed behind, as if protecting him.
On this day, news came from the village that the old patriarch of the neighboring village had passed away, and according to the custom, a funeral banquet was to be held, and guests from all over the world were invited to mourn.
Li Changfeng didn't want to go, but there wasn't much food at home, so he decided to go because he thought he could exchange some food.
Before leaving, the female fox suddenly bit his trouser leg, and her eyes were full of eagerness and pleading.
Li Changfeng muttered in his heart, but he also felt that this matter was not simple, so he casually picked up the ancestral suona hanging on the wall, which was left by his father, and he rarely blows it, because the sound is too bleak and can hook people's souls.
At the funeral banquet, the voices were boiling, the mourning and music were mixed, and the atmosphere was solemn.
Li Changfeng sat in the corner, but his heart was inexplicably uneasy.
Suddenly, a strange cold wind blew, the candles flickered, and the whole feast seemed to be shrouded in invisible clouds.
Immediately after, there was a terrible cry outside, and then, a pale woman in a white veil slowly walked into the lobby, her eyes hollow and a strange smile on the corner of her mouth. "Oh no, it's a ghost!" Someone screamed.
Oh, this thing is really scary, the faces of the old patriarch's family are like the loess, and they are panicked like something.
At this juncture, Li Changfeng's buddy stood up with a "pout", and the suona in his hand was put aside at any time.
He took a deep breath, and his fingers lightly touched the sound hole, and the song "Requiem" sounded so melodiously, and the tune directly penetrated the dark clouds and hit the softest place in people's hearts.
As soon as the music sounded, the atmosphere in the lobby slowly eased, and the woman's figure began to blur, and finally turned directly into a wisp of green smoke, and it dispersed.
Everyone was shocked, and their eyes were full of admiration.
The old patriarch's group was even more grateful, and thanked them repeatedly.
As soon as the funeral banquet ended, Li Changfeng walked home by himself, his heart full of question marks.
As soon as he got home, the she-fox was already waiting there, and when he came back, his eyes were full of relief.
Li Changfeng squatted down, gently touched the head of the female fox, and asked, "Does this matter have anything to do with you today?" The she-fox seemed to understand, nodded slightly, and then suddenly turned into a white light, fell to the ground, and turned into a woman wearing colorful clothes and looking very gentle.
She spoke slowly: "I was originally a fox immortal who had cultivated in the mountains for thousands of years, but I didn't succeed in crossing the tribulation and was seriously injured, thanks to you for saving me."
Today's ghost was changed by the old patriarch's resentment before his death, and he wanted to make trouble at the funeral banquet.
I know that the suona in your hand has the ability to calm the soul, so I brought you here to help you solve this problem. When Li Changfeng heard this, he was surprised and happy in his heart.
He didn't expect that his kindness at that time could be exchanged for such a great favor.
The fox fairy woman then said, "If you have a good heart, you will definitely have good rewards in the future."
This suona is an ancient artifact, it can pass ghosts and gods, you have to use it well in the future and do more good deeds. With that, she turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared into the night.
Since then, Li Changfeng has not only been a hero in the village, but also regarded the suona as a treasure, often blowing it, appeasing those dead souls and protecting the safety of this side.
This strange relationship between him and the female fox has also become one of the most widely circulated stories on the Yunyin Continent with the passage of time.
Okay, let's move on.
Since that incident, Li Changfeng's life has changed.
He is no longer the ordinary hunter who only knows how to hunt and mess around, and has become a living bodhisattva in the mouth of the villagers.
If anyone has any happy events, or encounters any difficult things, they love to ask him for ideas.
Not to mention that the suona blows, even the beasts in the mountains seem to be able to understand, and there is a lot less trouble.
Li Changfeng knew in his heart that behind this change, it was all the credit of the female fox.
He often thought of that snowy night, the grateful eyes of the she-fox, and the gentleness and nobility with which she had taken on a human form.
Whenever in the dead of night, he would always take out the suona, stroke it gently, and silently chant in his heart: "Sister Fox Fairy, where are you?" "In the blink of an eye, it's winter again.
On this day, Li Changfeng was busy preparing things for the New Year, when he suddenly heard a knock on the door outside.
As soon as he pushed the door, the good guy turned out to be the old man of the next village, his face was as white as paper, panting, and he roared urgently: "Changfeng, something is wrong, my little grandson let the snow demon in the mountain lose his soul, and he can't hold it anymore, you go and see it!" When Li Changfeng heard this, he was in a hurry, snow demon?
It's the kind of evil thing that is said to haunt heavy snowy days and deceive people.
He didn't say anything, grabbed the suona, and followed the old man to the mountain.
The mountain road is difficult to walk, and the wind and snow are so strong that they can blow people away, and the two of them just move forward step by step.
When I arrived at the old man's house, I saw the little grandson, okay, lying on the bed, his eyes were closed tightly, his face was so blue that it was terrifying, and he looked like he was dying.
Seeing this, Li Changfeng hurriedly asked the old man and them to go out, sat on the edge of the bed by himself, took a deep breath, and blew the song "Requiem".
As soon as the suona sounded, the sound seemed to be able to penetrate the dark clouds, and it shook people's eardrums.
With the ups and downs of the song, the blue on the little grandson's face slowly receded, and his eyes slowly opened, but his eyes were very confused, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.
"Alright, the kid is fine." Li Changfeng put away the suona and wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead.
When the old man saw them, he was so excited that he burst into tears, and thanked them vigorously.
But Li Changfeng was a little unsteady in his heart.
Although he saved his little grandson this time, he could feel that the smell of the snow demon had not yet dissipated, but had become stronger.
He pondered that there must be something bigger behind this.
In order to completely solve the troubles of the villagers, Li Changfeng decided to go deep into the mountains and forests to find the traces of the snow demon.
With dry rations on his back and torches on his back, he set out on the road alone.
The mountain road became more and more dangerous, and the wind and snow became heavier and heavier, but he did not flinch, and had a thought in his heart: he had to protect this land and protect these innocent villagers.
After a few days and nights of tossing, Li Changfeng finally found the snow demon's nest in a hidden valley.
In the middle of the place, there was an altar made of ice, and on the altar was a shining bead, the light of which blinded the eyes. "It turns out that this is the lifeblood of the snow demon!" Li Changfeng was clear in his heart.
He cautiously approached the altar, ready to take the beads down.
As soon as the bead let go, the snow demon screamed as if it had been hit by a stick, and its body went limp, like a falling ice sculpture, and finally turned into a puddle of water, and disappeared into the valley with a snort.
As soon as the crisis was resolved, Li Changfeng returned to the village with the beads.
He gave the beads to the old men of the village, so that they could bury them deeply, so that they could not be turned out again.
Since then, the north of the Yunyin Continent has returned to peace, and Li Changfeng has become a big hero in the hearts of the villagers.
Every night, Li Changfeng takes out the suona and plays those exciting tunes.
These songs are not only heartwarming, but also like a protective cover for the land and its people.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, a few years have passed.
Li Changfeng's name is in the north of the Yunyin Continent, and it is about to become a legend.
He is not only a powerful hunter, but also a "living immortal" who can use suona to soothe people's hearts and dispel evil spirits.
As soon as it gets dark, under the old locust tree at the head of the village, there is always a group of people sitting around, listening to Li Changfeng tell those thrilling stories, or listening to him play those touching tunes.
But this peaceful day didn't last long, and the Yunyin Continent ushered in a great drought, the rivers dried up, the crops wilted, and the people were miserable.
To make matters worse, as the drought intensified, strange things began to happen in the village: the livestock disappeared for no apparent reason, there was always strange laughter in the valley at night, and even the air was filled with an unsettling smell.
The villagers were panicked and came to Li Changfeng for help.
Li Changfeng looked at the villagers in front of him who were as anxious as ants on a hot pot, and his heart was also mixed.
He knew that this time it was much more evil than before, more like nature's punishment for human greed. "Don't worry, everyone, let's sum it up first." While comforting everyone, Li Changfeng already had a plan in his heart.
He remembers that there was an old spring deep in the mountains behind the village, which was said to bring rain and relieve drought.
But the spring was shrouded in fog and no one had been able to find it for thousands of years.
"Looks like it's time to go up the back mountain again." Li Changfeng thought so in his heart.
He packed his luggage, took suona and dry food, and set out alone to find the spring.
The road behind the mountain is much more difficult than imagined, the mountain road is full of twists and turns, thorns, coupled with the drought for several days, the dust is flying, and people are choked.
But Li Changfeng still moved forward step by step with his indomitable energy and experience in the mountains and forests.
I don't know how long I walked, until the last ray of sunset also disappeared into the valley, Li Changfeng finally came to the mouth of a valley shrouded in mist.
He stopped, took a deep breath, and felt the moist, mysterious air around him.
Hey, this kid, Li Changfeng, is like a mirror in his heart, knowing that the spring is not far ahead.
He tiptoed into the misty ground, holding the suona in his hand, like a baby.
The further I went, the thicker the fog became, and I couldn't see anything clearly.
Suddenly, a melodious tone floated out of the fog, and the sound was as crisp as a bell, but when I listened to it, I felt a little desolate and mournful.
Li Changfeng's heart tightened, stopped, and pricked up his ears to listen carefully.
The tune seemed to lead him somewhere, and it seemed to tell an old story.
He followed the sound and walked, and in a few moments he came to an open field.
There was a spring in the middle, as clear as a mirror, bubbling with sweet water. "Gotcha!" Li Changfeng was so excited in his heart.
He stepped forward in three steps and two steps, picked up a handful of water in his hand and tasted it, it was so sweet, sweet to the heart.
He quickly took out the water bag he had with him, filled it with spring water, and prepared to take it back to the village.
But just as he was about to turn around and leave, there was a rush of footsteps.
He looked back and saw several villagers, ragged and thin-skinned, stumbling over.
Their eyes were full of despair and pleas for help: "Changfeng, help us!"
The food in the village has run out, and if we continue like this, we will all starve to death! Li Changfeng looked at these suffering villagers, and it was not a taste in his heart.
He knew that this little spring water could not solve the famine in the whole village.
But he also understands that he can't give up and can't let everyone lose confidence.
"Don't worry, everyone, I have a trick here." Li Changfeng said in a deep voice.
He took out the suona, took a deep breath, and blew a passionate tune.
The song was full of strength and hope, as if it could break through the clouds and go straight to the sky.
As soon as the song sounded, the originally heavy air was relaxed, and even the fog in the valley dispersed a lot.
The villagers were stunned, stopped, and looked at Li Changfeng with their mouths wide open.
The suona in his hand seemed to be alive, jumping and spinning on his fingertips, and the sound he made was very good.
That's when a miracle happened.
The ground around the spring began to shake, and cracks stretched in all directions from the spring.
Then, a stream of clear water gushed out of the crack and merged into a small stream, which flowed into the distance.
Where the brook flowed, the withered crops were green again, and the dry rivers were alive.
The villagers jumped for joy, they couldn't believe their eyes.
They knelt on the ground and thanked God, but also Li Changfeng for his bravery and wisdom.
Oops, this thing has to be written like this to be exciting:
Li Changfeng's buddy, just there, looking at the play in front of him, the beauty in his heart is like drinking honey, full of relief and pride.
Since then, in the north of our Yunyin Continent, there has never been a drought or a hunger.
Li Changfeng and his suona have become legends praised by everyone in this land.
In the evening, as soon as it gets dark, hey, that's where the story begins......