However, using a leaf as a harmonica is so carefree; it's all about playing however you wish, with no concern for melody or rhythm.
It's easy to pick.
Random blowing.
It's not at all refined or elegant. Whether played well or not, no one would envy it; it even gives others a chance to say, "A dignified genius who enjoys blowing leaves like a three-year-old child, how laughable!"
This is the reason Li Xuan chose the leaf.
After playing a tune that wasn't that impressive, Yan Beige, nonetheless, clapped and praised, "Fresh and natural, with a heart in the mountains and waters, free and unrestrained, good, good, good!"
After speaking, he also took out his iron clapper, shook it with one hand, and said, "A tune can't be heard for nothing; it's my turn now."
Da...
Da da...
The iron clapper was like the fast clapper Li Xuan had seen in his previous life, only with a deeper sound and a strong sense of rhythm.
Yan Beige sang loudly, performing poems written by a famous writer.
