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Chapter 90 Spiritualism

Qian Yuluo left in such a hurry, without even leaving a reason.

Yue Qingye never relied on outsiders, especially Qian Yuluo, whom he had known for less than a month, but when he left, alone in the empty yard, he felt a little lonely.

Yue Qingye smiled self-deprecatingly, and said to himself, Yue Qingye, you are really getting more and more useless, and you can rely on only one person so easily.

In the few days when Qianyuluo was away, Yue Qingye practiced according to the usual training track. He originally wanted to practice with peace of mind, but God failed to fulfill his wish. Cang Lan sent people to repair the suspension bridge connecting Youzhu Peak and Shoujing Peak in the past few days.

Because of the construction of the suspension bridge, some bamboo is needed, and Youzhu Peak is famous for its abundance of bamboo. The bamboo on the peak is as big as a wrist, which is the most suitable for laying bridges. Therefore, a large group of workers worked day and night in order to catch up with the work as soon as possible. I am busy working in the ground, either cutting bamboo or on the way to chop bamboo during the day and night.

After three full days of smog, a simple suspension bridge appeared, the workers dispersed, and Yue Qingye could live a few days in peace.

Now there is a way to go outside, but Yue Qingye remembered what Qian Yuluo said before leaving, don't leave outside the barrier when he is not around.

Yue Qingye naturally also knows how many pairs of eyes are still staring at him now, leaving here before his cultivation base is restored will only do him harm but no benefit.

He doesn't go out, but it doesn't prevent people from outside looking for him.

On the first day the suspension bridge was repaired, Zhen Ci came to him.The reason why Zhen Ci came to him was just doubts about cultivation.

Zhen Ci didn't know Yue Qingye's cultivation level before he was dismissed, so he only knew that his cultivation base was not high.

But after several conversations, he found that sometimes when Yue Qingye taught spells, he was even better than his master, so he wished to be with Yue Qingye every day.

On this day, when the two were practicing in the bamboo grove, Zhen Ci found a young bird in the bamboo grove that hadn't grown its feathers yet. The young bird was crawling on the ground with difficulty. down.

Zhen Ci searched for a long time in the dense bamboo forest, but couldn't find the little guy's nest.

Zhen Ci hesitated for a while, whether to continue to help the little guy find a home or take him back to raise himself. When Yue Qingye entered the house, he brought out a long and thin bamboo tube, which was scalded seven times. a hole.

No matter how much a country bumpkin Zhen Ci is, he still knows that this is Yue Qingye's own disciple.

Yue Qingye held the crude disciple, handed one of the small holes to his lips, rested his slender fingers on the other holes, and his posture was so elegant that it reminded Zhen Ci of his arty father's painting in his study room. beauty portrait.

Although Yue Qingye doesn't look like a woman in his gestures and gestures this year, his temperament is so elegant and coquettish that even the rough flute in his hand has raised the price a lot.

Yue Qingye only blew a short syllable, an extremely hoarse sound, but the sound was soft, like a puff of heavy smoke, which fell down and disappeared as soon as it came out.

When Zhen Ci was puzzled by the second monk Zhang Zhang, the baby bird in the palm actually chirped in agreement.

Hearing the words, Yue Qingye had a look of thought in his eyes, and he reacted in a moment, calling Zhen Cidao, "Come with me."

Yue Qingye stopped under a bamboo, pointed to it and said, "Here."

Zhen Ci looked up, and saw the bird's nest among the bamboo branches, and said pleasantly, "This little thing fell from above?"

Zhen Ci climbed up the bamboo, put the little guy in the nest, and then jumped down.At this time, he realized that Yue Qingye was playing the flute just now to communicate with the little bird!
"Brother Yue, the spell you cast just now, can you talk to any animal?"

Yue Qingye already guessed what Zhen Ci wanted to do.

"This spell is called spiritism. It is usually cast on a musical instrument, and it can communicate with some ordinary animals."

Zhen Ci clenched her fists excitedly, "Brother Yue, teach me! I want to learn!"

——If he has learned this spiritism, wouldn't he be able to show off everywhere?
Yue Qingye didn't really want to teach him. First of all, although this psychic technique is simple, it is not as simple as imagined. It takes a long time and cannot be learned overnight.

And Zhen Ci is a short-tempered person, he may not have this kind of patience.

However, Zhen Ci was extremely patient when it came to asking for help, and kept pestering Yue Qingye for a long time.

Yue Qingye likes to be clean, if he doesn't promise him, he will probably pester him for several days, but in desperation, he has no choice but to agree.

In the past few days, apart from practicing, Yue Qingye had to spend a lot of time teaching Zhen Ci to learn spiritism.

After Zhen Ci started to learn the spiritism, let alone how proud he was.

Yue Qingye said that one must be familiar with the meaning of each syllable conveyed by the flute, so one must be very familiar with the sound of the flute.

So Zhen Ci always took out the flute from his waist and played a few times when he was free all day.

Until one day when he was in a forest, he wanted to find a secluded place to familiarize himself with the sound of the flute, but before he played a few times, he heard a stern scolding sound.

"Who is blowing there? What is blowing?!"

Zhen Ci was surprised, there were people in such a secluded place?
He looked towards the place where the sound came from, and saw a tall woman in purple clothes coming out of a bush, with many grass leaves on her head.

Zhen Ci didn't recognize this person, because there were very few female disciples in Xuantian Sect, and most of them were assigned to Liu Anhua's side, so he had no chance to know him.

But seeing this woman's appearance in her early twenties, she should have some qualifications in Xuantian Sect.

Zhen Ci spoke sweetly and called her sister.

The woman in purple frowned, with a fierce look on her face, "What kind of disciple are you bragging about here! This girl almost caught the civet, and you scared her away!"

Zhen Ci unconsciously took a step back, glanced out of the corner of her eye, and saw a black shadow go into the grass on the other side like lightning.

He hurriedly pointed the flute over there and said, "Senior Sister, over there!"

The black cat jumped out of the bushes, climbed straight to a tree, and sat on a branch, looking down at the two of them.

The woman in purple stomped her feet anxiously, and said, "I almost caught him just now! It was you who came out to play your broken flute!"

The woman said, with tears in her almond eyes.

Feeling guilty, Zhen Ci said, "Why don't you just use spells to force it down?"

The woman glared at him, "This civet is my master's pet, if I hurt a single hair of it, my master will skin me off!"

When he was in a dilemma, Zhen Ci glanced at the flute in his hand, and remembered that he happened to be learning spiritism from Yue Qingye these few days, maybe he could try it.

(End of this chapter)