Thousand Years Flute Chords Novels & Stories

It was a bone flute. He realized something abnormal about the bone flute when he held it in his palms. He could not tell what kind of species was that bone from, but there was a great difference compared to normal bones. It seemed more like a piece of jade that was full of strange glow and it also had a wave of fluctuating essence. He had learnt how to play the flute before. He put it next to his mouth and blew it. A moving flute tune was played. Surprisingly, the phonic note had a kind of power to stir up the essence of heaven and earth. It could even resonate with his own mental power.

“That one’s busted. Play a tune and you can have it.” “Wow, thanks a lot, Matt!” Dorin said happily as he cleaned the mouth piece and placed it to his lips. A gentle kiss awakened the flute. Matt’s eyes widen as a soft tune came from the once soundless instrument. It was the sound of the wind blowing, the whirl of a whirlwind, the sigh of a zephyr. And the very notes made Boulvar’s hair stand on end. “What a lovely tune.” Mordecai told Dorin, the smile gone from his face. “May I know what it is called?

"His piece of music is attempting to probe the opponent's mind and soul. One will lose their guard after listening to the music. This isn't good news for his opponent." Ford listened to the music carefully and realized the flute notes were reverberating in his mind. The speed of his vital energy's circulation slowed down. He was astonished and quickly channeled a technique to push the music out of him. "This is an absolute technique that is unique to the Fries family. It's called the Cold-Faced Soul-Breaking Note.

There were seven or eight high-pitch notes, almost hitting C sharp Major. The keys of a zither were C Major, D Major, E Major, G Major and A Major. Even higher were the C sharp Major and A sharp Major. The zither notes suddenly began to soar, like a stream surging with phenomenal waves, morphing into a swelling ocean. Yet Xiao Chen continued to close his eyes, concentrating. Now and then, he would pluck a string. The note would travel and seep through the opposition's gap, like a dried leaf drifting to the ocean. The mounting waves kept surging on but could not sink the leaf, only bobbing it up and down.

I picked up the flute I had set beside the tub. “Watch closely,” I said, letting my fingers hover over the keys. “This… is for you.” I didn’t think much of Draven’s sudden stillness. I blew into the instrument, letting the notes I’d just learnt flow into the warm, and steamy air. His lips pressed together tightly, his eyes narrowing. The warmth in them was gone. Coldness replaced it. Deadly cold. My chest tightened. Was I not getting the tune right? “Stop this,” he growled, voice low, clipped, harsh enough to make me flinch.

He had not heard anyone play like that since his accident, since Axel's departure. Axel used to play for him, her fingers dancing across the keys, weaving a tapestry of sound that soothed his heart. River's music reawakened a deep longing within Thane, a yearning he thought he had buried forever. His gaze drifted to the window, his eyes closing as the notes washed over him. The melody was different, yet familiar, speaking directly to his raw emotions. For the first time in months, Thane felt a glimmer of peace, a sense of calm that eluded him.

I picked up a flute, deciding it was a safe choice for me, and then shifted the bracelet on my left wrist a little upwards, so it didn’t hit the flute while I was playing. I played the first song that came to my mind. The very one that mother had always played anytime she was stargazing. With one hand moving swiftly from one tone hole to the other, I allowed myself to get lost on each note of the song while my mind traveled to the time when mother was right with me. For us Lycans, music was very important as it helped us to calm the beast that lived under our skin. Also, music gave us sway over them; ancient books have long described how beasts may be spoken with in this way.