Li Xia's Shock

Speaking of flutes and xiaos, among traditional Chinese instruments, flutes were played horizontally, while xiaos were played vertically.

But whether it was a flute or a xiao, both suited Hanfu very well. Luo Ye felt that playing the flute looked more nimble, while playing the xiao looked more imposing.

He was not talking about the sound, only the motions and posture involved in playing them.

For some reason, Wang Dachui's face flashed through his mind.

That was strange. Why had Brother Hammer's face come to mind at a time like this?

The next moment, the meaning of the words "playing the xiao" underwent an earth-shaking change in his mind.

Luo Ye's expression changed. He looked at the xiao in his hand, then at Fairy Senior Sister beside him, whose eyes were full of anticipation.

Seeing her pure face, thin lips, and innocent expression, Luo Ye's thoughts gradually became less than pure as well.

It was all Brother Hammer's fault.

Something perfectly fine would turn vulgar the moment it got associated with Brother Hammer.

Once that thought appeared, there was no going back.

Looking at the xiao in his hand, Luo Ye shook his head and tossed the messy thoughts from his mind before beginning to play it.

He did not know how.

But that did not stop him from blowing into it randomly.

Yet reality was always different from imagination.

Luo Ye blew softly.

There was no sound.

Hmm?

What was going on?

He blew harder, and there was sound, but it was just noise.

No, that was not what a xiao was supposed to sound like.

Whatever. He would just fake it.

He pressed the holes at random, then put on a confident expression and said, "How was that, Senior Sister? I played pretty well, right?"

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