After being kicked out of the wealthy family, her ancestor shocked the world

Chu Peining curled her red lips and smiled gently: "I don't belong there, why should I stay?"

Xuan Ji raised her eyes, and her dark purple eyes reflected thousands of stars, just like the stars lighting up in the silent dark night, bright and heart-moving.

"We don't belong there either."

The Lord of the Underworld is the only god in the underworld. The eleven guards around him are merely his subordinates. The pillars standing in the underworld are merely the proof of his conquest of them, highlighting his powerful strength.

"But you have your own duties and residences, and I was born in the mortal world."

"You will have it." Xuanji lowered her eyes and didn't elaborate.

The power of the three Silver Moon Orchids had been completely absorbed by Him and were no longer useful. However, Chu Peining still kept the bouquet of flowers and infused a little spiritual power into it so that it would not dissipate after its power was taken away.

Xuanji was puzzled: "It's just a bunch of flowers, and they're useless, why keep them?"

"Appreciation makes people happy." Chu Peining said concisely.

Xuan Ji, who lives in a world where everything, including emotions, is affected by power, can't quite understand Chu Peining's thoughts.

He looked away, his voice cold and indifferent: "You and Gu Tu's thoughts are sometimes really puzzling."

Gu Tu is the name of the one who symbolizes the moon under the Lord of the Underworld.

Speaking of this person, Chu Peining leaned over and asked curiously: "What is your relationship with him?"

Xuanji was slightly stunned, and then uttered two words: "colleague."

Chu Peining didn't understand: "Then why is His symbol included in you?"

Xuanji realized belatedly that this was what she was talking about, and explained, "It's just a symbol, all based on preference. His power and authority are in the humanities and arts, and have nothing to do with me."

From ancient times to the present, the moon has often been used to express emotions. It can inspire people's inspiration and is an important carrier for literati and poets to express their emotions.

Although he went to the underworld from time to time, Chu Peining had only seen a few of the guards around the Lord of the Underworld. Except for Xuan Ji and the other two, he was not familiar with the others.

Besides, Gu Tu is the most mysterious of all the guards. He always looks for others, and no one can find him except the Lord of the Underworld.

His palace, which no one is invited to enter or allowed to enter, cannot even be found.

"My divine power is incomplete and needs to be slowly restored. It seems that I will have to stay in this mortal world with you for hundreds of years."

Xuanji's silver-purple high heels tapped the ground lightly. The texture of their shoes was like the finest transparent crystal, and they were sparkling with starlight. They flew slowly upwards, sat on Chu Peining's shoulders, and leaned towards her.

"It's a good opportunity for me to experience life on earth and see what attracts you so much. I can also understand the influence of Gu Tu's divine power."

Since he is a god, his strength must be different from spiritual power.

Divine power is the original power of the world. Only God can control it, and it cannot be detected by other creatures.

No one in this world can see Him except Chu Peining.

Chu Peining readily agreed and invited Him: "There is an art exhibition tomorrow, you can go with me."

After thinking for a moment, he added, "The one with the aura of a god will also be along."

Xuanji's thoughts jumped between Si Nan and Mo Peiyun, and she asked, "Which one?"

"Hold the one who called you goddess."

Chu Peining frowned, still feeling strange.

"Your power doesn't affect the mind, and you're not the most beautiful goddess. How did you charm him like that?"

"How should I know?" A glimmer of light flashed across Xuanji's dark purple eyes, like a meteor passing by, beautiful beyond words. "I don't know if he came to the mortal world after experiencing a catastrophe, or if he was helpless like us."

"Can't you see?" Chu Peining asked.

Xuan Ji shook her head. "When a god enters a human body, his aura will be automatically concealed. My power is too weak, so I really can't see it."

……

"Teacher, have you watched the news? The complete manuscript of Payne Lucia's Ninth Symphony has been released."

Qin Zhaozhao stood at the door, her voice hesitant, unable to hide her nervousness, and she was wearing a mask on her face.

Naturally, Zuo Zhe paid attention to this information at the first time.

"I see. Please come in first." Zuo Zhe moved aside to let Qin Zhaozhao in.

She sat on the sofa, her hands intertwined and pinched, her fingertips white from exertion, and said shyly, "Teacher, I want to play this piece of music at this concert, but only one section. What do you think?"

Bai Wei’s incident caused too much of a stir on the Internet. Netizens were scolding her family and even found the small villa where they lived. When they couldn’t get in, they wrote insulting words on the wall.

Qin Jinghui's temper became more and more violent recently. He would smash things from time to time to vent his anger, and his brother who was far away at the Imperial Capital University was also affected.

Fortunately, he had excellent grades and was admitted to the Imperial Capital University based on his own ability. His family did not provide him with much help, and his professors and classmates vouched for him.

Although there were still many people who cursed, they were much more restrained than them.

Qin Zhaozhao wondered if she could achieve something, netizens would stop discussing her character because of her excellence.

But ever since something happened in their family, Zuo Zhe took a tough attitude and gave her a few days off.

It was the first time in nearly a week that Qin Zhaozhao came to his place.

Although the teacher has always been kind and tolerant to me, what if...

Qin Zhaozhao was extremely nervous, with a thin layer of sweat on her palms. She was afraid that Zuo Zhe would not agree, or even stop being her teacher.

Then everything she had worked hard for over the years would be ruined.

Life is completely over!

Zuo Zhe's expression was solemn, and Qin Zhaozhao's heart was also tightened.

He spoke slowly, his tone serious: "I tried to play the Ninth Symphony before, and it was very difficult. Even I could only play the third movement. After the full version was released, I tried it and the difficulty was indeed reduced, but not much."

He paused, "There is less than a month left until the concert. If you can concentrate on practicing, you may be able to play it. If you can play the Ninth Symphony completely at such a young age, there will be fewer negative comments about you on the Internet, and this will change the online discussion."

"But you must put aside your studies for a while, concentrate on practicing, and play the entire piece of music."

After saying that, Zuo Zhe raised his eyes and looked at Qin Zhaozhao seriously.

He admired Qin Zhaozhao's gift and talent, which is why he became her teacher.

The mutual respect between geniuses prevented him from giving up on her.

Besides, the concert had been scheduled long ago, and it was Qin's money that was spent.

Old Master Qin didn't say anything explicitly, but asking for the money back could also help Qin Zhaozhao restore his reputation, so why not do it?

Qin Zhaozhao was immediately delighted. She didn't expect that their ideas coincided with each other. At the same time, she was grateful that he didn't give up on her.

She nodded heavily, tears flickered in her eyes, and her voice was choked: "Teacher, don't worry, I will definitely do it."

As for studies, if I give up, I give up.

Her grades were not excellent to begin with, and the school, especially the students in the gifted class, would surely abandon her. She would have no good life if she went back home, so she might as well shine in the field she was proud of.