Xu Nan was slightly stunned, and after a while he recognized the uncle.

He had attended a tea party in Luomang before and was a powerful bard!

Faced with the criticism of the elders, Xu Nan couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

After all, he is a half-baby, and the bard's level is really not satisfactory, and it is inevitable that he sings a little worse.

However, Xu Nan is still very willing to make progress.

He bowed his head respectfully and asked seriously:

"So, what do you think can be used to inject the soul?"

The bard named Okonda said seriously:

"Don't you have your own specialized instrument?"

Xu Nan said awkwardly: "I can barely know a little piano, but I mainly rely on a cappella..."

Okonda was slightly stunned and said in surprise:

"Is there still a bard who insists on singing a cappella now? Could it be that you are a poet from the Bird School?"

Xu Nan was a little overwhelmed. He wanted to explain that he was not a minstrel at all, nor was he a little bird...

As a result, the other party had already talked about himself:

"If you are a fellow Bird School, you are not incomprehensible. After all, your ancestors are very close to the druids, and a large part of your skills are repeated with the druids. Even the songs and music are mainly close to the rough songs of the mountains. I heard that some poets from the Bird School will learn a few hand-transformation techniques in order to imitate the sound path of mountain animals in order to imitate the sound path of mountain animals in order to communicate in depth with the animals... By the way, do you know how to transform?

Xu Nan nodded while trying to break the topic back:

"I do have a few kinds of deformation..."

"How many? How many more do you have?"

The curiosity in Okonda's eyes became even stronger: "How do you practice normally?"

"I heard that among the skills mastered by the Bird School poets, the best is the barbarian bear singing style!"

"It's a pity that I haven't been able to listen... Ah! I understand, your singing style just now is the bear style, right? At first I thought it was so ugly, but the more I listened, the more I felt something was wrong. Since it was the poet who sang the divine song invited by Mr. Luo Mang, it must be not that simple..."

His voice is actually quite loud.

After this wave of commentary, except for a few bigwigs who knew Xu Nan well, the rest showed a sudden look of enlightenment.

"It turns out to be a barbarian bear singing style. No wonder it is so close to nature. Although it sounds very unpleasant, it probably is to conform to the artistic conception of "Send the Gods Song"!"

"I just said, how could Mr. Luo Mang invite ordinary people to suppress the situation in this big scene? We can't hear it, but our appreciation level is not yet in place!"

"Although we don't have a high level, we are very rare to see the bird successor, we just need to applaud quietly!"

Someone said so.

The rest nodded in response.

The next second, the applause was like thunder on the hills and the lake, and the clear water of the lake was wrinkled.

And Xu Nan's embarrassing heart.

Xu Nan stood in the center, facing the admiring gazes of everyone, and looked at the "-1" that popped up from time to time on their heads, and felt extremely speechless.

I'm really just a part-time singer who doesn't sing well.

"I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense..."

Such denials were three times in and out of Xu Nan's throat, but in the end they were unable to say it—

The big guys have already said this. Now he says no, isn't he slapped them in the face?

He could only smile "humblely" and pretend that nothing happened.

Mr. Okonda made up a lot of things on his own, and then he suddenly remembered the original topic:

"Since you are not good at musical instruments, let me do it."

"Let me think about what instrument is most suitable for the temperament of giving away a divine song..."

"Ha! There is!"

Xu Nan looked over curiously, but saw that Mr. Okonda took out an extremely domineering instrument from somewhere!

As soon as the instrument appeared, it attracted everyone's attention—

In fact, it was because Luo Mang and An Lun both ran to the halo of time to fight, and the onlookers could only wait on the spot, which was very boring.

They can't do anything else, either.

After all, it’s the battle to kill the gods. You can’t just knock some melon seeds and have another deck of playing cards, right?

It’s not good that that’s not good, so I’m too disrespectful to An Lun!

So they could only listen to Xu Nan sing.

Okonda jumped out in a hurry, probably because he was bored.

"What kind of instrument is this..."

"What a domineering feeling."

"It's so strange that these two traits are combined together."

Everyone was extremely curious and bowed their heads to exchange opinions.

Okonda scrupulously wiped his instrument, and he tried it a little.

And when that unique tone sounded between the empty mountains and lakes, everyone felt a tightening behind them!

The loud and exciting voice was so penetrating!

"It's OK." Okonda tried it, with a satisfied expression on his face.

He looked at Xu Nan and said a little surprised:

"Looking at your expression, you seem to know this kind of instrument?"

Xu Nan nodded silently.

Of course he knows...

"This is suona!"

Xu Nan spoke.

"It's indeed..." Okonda showed a look of surprise and praise: "It's worthy of being the descendant of the Bird Sect, and it's true that it's very knowledgeable."

"I tricked this from an old friend a few years ago!"

"That's a guy with a very strange personality, but he's a guy who can trust his life."

"He is also a minstrel, specializing in musical instruments, this is the suona!"

After hearing this, others silently raised their evaluation of the successor of the Little Bird Sect again.

This made Xu Nan feel a headache and tooth sore again.

However, what Okonda said aroused Xu Nan's recollection.

Before joining Qianmang Society, he had met old artists in the art troupe. It is said that they were also figures who went deep into other worlds to complete tasks and made great contributions to the country and the earth!

Among those old seniors, there is a good player who plays suona.

Could it be him who is the person Okonda said?

But that senior doesn't seem to have a legend.

When you return to the Southern Continent, you can inquire.

Retracting his thoughts, Xu Nan began to seriously consider Mr. Okonda's proposal.

If you think about it carefully, it is quite appropriate to inject the soul with the accompaniment of the suona and then send the divine song together.

Isn’t giving a divine song a song that sends a divine song to the gods?

Just use suona to send Anlun away happily!

Xu Nan made a decision in his heart!

"Come on! Let's try it together first."

Xu Nan officially initiated an invitation to Okanda.

Okonda happily blew the suona.

Xu Nan also sang indulgently in conjunction with his blow!

This time, every voice of his voice was filled with emotion!

His mind was filled with sad and strange scenes such as poor little Anlun lying in the crystal coffin and buried little by little in the green soil...

He wants to inject his feelings!

"Sad! Sorry!"

"Or it would be better to build a match-selling scene..."
To be continued...