Asked The Red Dust

East of the Great Wilderness, Bodhi Temple.

Xiyue is playing chess with the old monk on the stone table in the courtyard outside the zen court room.

"You usually take the bodhi nectar very seriously and stingy, why did the Yuren borrow this time and borrow so readily?"

The old monk smiled and dropped his son: "If something really happened to Jianmu, it was a big thing in the world, not a feather. It's stingy, stingy."

Xiyue sneered: "The monk is not honest, you look relaxed, but you don't feel any worries."

The old monk smiled happily: "The way of calculation is not necessarily exclusive to the donor."

"You've calculated the result, Jianmu is fine, maybe you don't need to use your honeydew, so be a smooth man?"

"Exactly."

Xiyue was interested: "What hexagram?"

"Withered Yang Shenghua."

"?" Xiyue stunned: "Are you sure you know the meaning of this Gua?"

The old monk smiled more and more honest: "Ah? Doesn't it mean that the dead wood is reborn?"

"That's the old woman ... Forget it, you shouldn't say anything wrong with Jianmu." Xiyue pouted, and she arbitrarily said: "It doesn't matter to me anyway."

The old monk smiled and said, "That is of course, who dare to say that the donor is an old woman?"

Xiyue snorted, her face smelling strange: "Yes."

With a snap, the chess pieces fell and the chessboard almost cracked: "Boss face orange peel old aunt? You wait for the old lady."

The old monk twitched his face, and said slowly: "In fact, something went wrong with the Jianmu branch of the Featherman, and it also reflected a terrible thing. Don't the donor care?"

Xiyue arbitrarily said: "Reflecting that Jianmu itself is declining? Otherwise, general means are unlikely to toss its branches ... It may only be that it is not tough enough, not Jianmu as we know it."

"Yes ... the donor's heart is still bright." The old monk said in a deep voice: "Jianmu is extremely related to this world, if something goes wrong ..."

Xiyue said lightly: "We can't get in again, what can we think of?"

The old monk was silent.

Xiyue glanced at him: "You don't want to be worried here, I don't believe you can't guess the root cause of Jianmu's decline."

Heaven and earth swept 90% of the world's aura, and the energy supply required to build the wood could not keep up, and it would gradually decline. As long as you know the existence of heavenly people, this reason is hardly a guess.

The only thing that needs to be guessed is whether the heavenly people do not directly occupy Jianmu, and whether they have any secret discussions with the dragon.

The old monk sighed.

Xiyue Road: "Don't you dare to ask the fundamental factors, but what is the use of asking Jianmu alone?"

The old monk said indifferently: "Can the donor dare to ask?"

"Dare, just inconvenient."

"How much difference then ..."

Xiyue was silent for a moment, and whispered: "Anyway ... someone is there, I want to know, he can uncover a few points."

The old monk stunned: "Isn't it ... the one who is drunk with the donor?"

"Crack!" Xiyue once again patted a piece of chess, and Liu Mei stood upright: "You have countless descriptions, why did you choose this one alone?"

The old monk grinned: "Because ... too rare."

Xiyue glared, and the monk smiled. At this moment, a monk entered in a hurry: "Yuren Messenger came and sent back the Bodhi branch."

The old monk laughed and kissed, "Sure enough Yang Shenghua withered."

Xiyue always felt that he was suggesting who, but there was no evidence.

An An arrived at Qin Yi's new residence under the guidance of two Yuren.

This is no longer a house under house arrest, but by the temple, under the holy wood, the core leadership of the Yuren resides. The pool water in the courtyard is the fountain of aura, the cliff behind the house is the water of the mother and son, and the high-end atmosphere is instantly high-grade, and the guards are also very strict. An An was carefully guarded, but got a kind smile from the feathers. They all said: "Grandpa told her that Princess An An can come and see him directly without the need for an innocence."

Then she also divided two little Yuren girls to show her the way.

In An An ’s mind, Mr. An Dao was indeed a gentleman, and the gentleman ’s greatest sign was to remember his feelings, and she would not take her clams ’contributions for granted.

It ’s good to have this kind of intention, at least not to feel that I fed the dog kindly.

As for the follow-up, An An did not know. At present, the Nine Kings haven't said anything to Clam Girl, it seems that they haven't angered ... it's better to never.

Regardless of whether or not, the concert of the prisoner Niu Niu or the mussels must do good things, and the flute should continue.

An An knocked on Qin Yi's door: "Sir, An An comes to learn flute."

As a result, the door was false and unforced, and opened as soon as it was knocked.

Qin Yi sat on the desk in front of the window and was writing something with a pen. At this moment, he was staring at it and watching her break in. There was a commotion under the table, and a pair of wings were quickly detected, and then the wings covered his face. Run away.

An An couldn't understand the silent pantomime at all. What kind of duck was Yu Shang doing under the table? What duck is running in a hurry? It's rude to not say hello.

"Xian, sir?" Seeing Qin Yi's face twitched, An An said carefully: "Don't you bother Mr.?"

"No, no." Qin Yi coughed and sat up straight: "You came just right, I'm writing a new score for you."

An An breathed a sigh of relief and looked forward happily, as he was writing a new score, half of it. After a few days of teaching, An An is not completely white now, and can understand that this score is not a solo score, and may be used for an ensemble.

"There are still more than ten days before the concert. I think you can still learn to learn flute basics, but it is impossible to play a good music." Qin Yi really said: "I asked Yu people, To say that the king only wants good music, not to show your ethnic groups, if you can attract foreign aid and play its satisfactory music, it will only be happy, absolutely no opinion. "

An An nodded: "Yeah, the King just wants to get different music, there is no race limit. It is true that An An had thought about it, and wanted to let Mr. and An An go together ... . "

Qin Yi said with a smile: "I don't take advantage of you, and I tell you the truth, I want to be close to the prisoner, I hope you can bring me in. So it should be my begging, not you begging me."

An An smiled: "Mr. Gentleman is indeed open. In this case, it is a matter of joy for everyone to come and go, and who asks who?"

Qin Yidao: "Then you read the spectrum, we have been practicing the tune full-time these days."

An An salute: "Yes."

Yu Shang, who just ran out, came back again, staring at An An and said: "You usually wrap yourself with a shell, how can you talk in front of my husband, and speak more smoothly than anyone else? What ... what do you want to do with my husband? "

When there was no one, it was nothing. When someone said that, An An blushed.

The clam shells are united together and a pillar stands in the center. A crying sound came from the pillar: "Just a ensemble, an ensemble ..."

Yu Shang opened her mouth, and the feeling of bullying was gone, even the thrill of tearing away ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It was not as good as tearing up with the aunt and witch at first.

Qin Yi also ellipsis, he suddenly realized a serious problem.

These days I feel that An An is not normal except for not learning too much. But looking at this performance, would n’t it be like a pillar when it is playing under the public?

How about playing a ball?

Daily training and performing in front of the public are two different things. Most people do n’t breathe for ten minutes when they scold their teammates with their headsets. They stand on the podium and stutter for a long time. What's the use of playing like-looking while practicing, all collapse on the stage.

"Not like this." Qin Yi, the first music teacher, finally realized the key problem, got up and walked back and forth a few steps, stood on the edge of the column, and knocked on the clam shell.

The clam shell opened a slit, and inside it blinked beautifully.

Qin Yiban said with a straight face: "On the matter of playing the flute, do you regard me as a teacher, right?"

"Yes, yes, An An is sincerely learning flute."

"Then all of my training methods are correct, right?"

An An felt bad, and his voice went down: "Yes ..."

"Okay, from now on, you open the clam shells, you can't put them together, and then stand at the door of the Yuren Temple and stand for an hour."

"Huh?" An An's face was green.

"Poof ..." Yu Shang smiled. This time is the time for countless feathers to go to the temple to pray. At that hour with the clam shells watching, will this girl faint?

The shy anger that was broken under the table disappeared instantly, and she even felt that this was the husband's anger for herself.

Well, it must be.

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