Brother, this showman

Ye Wenqing still didn't feel relieved, and stayed in the bathtub for nearly half an hour, rinsing his mouth several times, his lips were slightly hot.

When there was no more movement on the bed, the stone hanging in Ye Wenqing's heart slowly fell, and she breathed a sigh of relief, and finally fell asleep.

Ye Wenqing got up from the already cool water with confidence. After getting dressed, he tiptoedly blew out the candles on the candlesticks, and carefully walked around to the other side of the bed. He lifted the quilt and was about to lie down, but there were chattering sounds in his ears.

Ye Wenqing was stunned for a moment, his fingertips glowed with a faint blue light, and then tapped a few times in the air.

"Junior Brother Lu Yan, what are you looking for me at night?" Ye Wenqing turned his head to look at the sleeping Feng Lianchen, helped him tuck the quilt that fell to his shoulders, and asked in a low voice.

This is Yanrantai's unique sound transmission array. I built this array when I first started. I thought it was novel at first, but then I felt very stupid.Because you can only see the voice, not the person, people who don't know it will think that this person is stupid and talking to the air.As time passed, Ye Wenqing almost forgot that he had practiced this spell.

"I've been looking for you for a long time, what are you doing?" Lu Yan's impatient voice sounded.

"What? Missed me? Can't sleep all night?" Ye Wenqing clicked his tongue, raised his eyebrows, leaned against the head of the bed, and spoke slowly.

"Ah bah!" Lu Yan spat, "You shameless bastard."

"Are you trying to attract my attention?" Ye Wenqing curled his lips, and picked out a line that was the most common in the script before.

Lu Yan paced back and forth in the room, walked around the desk three times, and finally relieved the depression in his heart, and continued: "I just want to ask where you are now, everything is safe."

"Sure enough, Xiao misses me." Ye Wenqing was still out of shape, "If you want to ask me about my whereabouts, you can only be my wife, Junior Brother Lu Yan, what do you mean?"

Lu Yan: "...I shouldn't worry about you."

Even if he couldn't see it, Ye Wenqing could still imagine Lu Yan's expression of gnashing his teeth and wanting to kill himself.

"Okay, everything is fine, and some strange things happened." Ye Wenqing pulled a corner of the quilt to cover her body, and said lazily, "The South China Sea is a big land, so everything can only be done by fate."

"Master asked me to bring you something." There was a moment of silence on the other side, and the voice was hoarse.

"Is it money?" Ye Wenqing asked.

Lu Yan: "Dream you!"

"It's Wang Shuqin." Lu Yan continued, "Master specially found it in the Lingwu Pavilion. It can automatically guide the place where the spiritual flow is abundant. Maybe it will help you find the sunken wood."

"In other words, it is equivalent to Sinan?" Ye Wenqing was surprised, "Is it reliable? What if it takes me to the ends of the world?"

"Are you blind?" Lu Yan said angrily, "Don't you have some brains? Master said that Wang Shuqin is just an assistant, and you mainly need to analyze it yourself."

Ye Wenqing: "...Junior brother Lu Yan, you are so angry at night, what stimulated you?"

Lu Yan rolled his eyes several times, his fingers trembling slightly: "The things have already been delivered by the blue bird, so I won't tell you, uncle, I'm going to sleep."

After Lu Yan finished speaking, he turned off the sound transmission array, and if he said a few more words, he might not sleep tonight.

With the disappearance of the voice, there was a subtle bird song from the window lattice.

Ye Wenqing lifted the quilt, walked to the window with his shoes and opened a crack, and a bird the size of a sparrow with a golden glow flew in with its wings flapping.

Looking at Ye Wenqing with round and bright eyes the size of pearls, he danced happily up and down, and was about to scream again when Ye Wenqing ruthlessly pinched his mouth.

"Quiet." Ye Wenqing pinched its mouth with one hand, closed the window with the other and walked inside.

The blue bird looked at Ye Wenqing aggrievedly, and drooped the three golden feathers on its head.

"My junior brother is sleeping, if you keep chirping, I'll stew you." Ye Wenqing threatened, "Did you hear that?"

Qingniao flinched, eyes instantly filled with mist, and nodded hastily.

Only then did Ye Wenqing let go of the hand pinching its mouth, and sat lightly on the edge of the desk, pushed away the open book, put it on the table, and said with a gentlemanly attitude: "Where is the thing?"

The blue bird pecked on the table with its beak, then flapped its wings, shook the three dull hairs on its head, lifted its body up slightly, and was held down by Ye Wenqing just as it moved.

"Fill me with these fancy things again and I'll burn you." Ye Wenqing yawned, and flicked the hair on its head with his fingertips, "That kid Lu Yan's things are just like others, he's very particular about it. many."

The blue bird froze in fright, and with a plop, a thumb-sized egg fell out from behind its buttocks.

Ye Wenqing: "..."

vulgar!

The blue bird's mission was completed, and immediately turned into a puddle of gold powder, shining brightly under the candlelight.

The blue bird is formed by the illusion of spiritual power, not a living thing, it is a technique that Lu Yan figured out when he was bored.

Ye Wenqing picked up the bird's egg in distaste, and with a little force on his fingertips, the eggshell burst with a sound. A white light flashed in front of his eyes, and a Fuxi-style seven-stringed guqin with a crescent moon came into view.

It is a bit shorter than the common guqin, and the strings are shining brightly, and the aura is compelling.

Ye Wenqing made a trick and put Wang Shu into the Qiankun bag.

There was a chill in the early winter night, and the people who were still gathered in front of their house, holding melon seeds and chatting with the neighbors, had already returned home with their hands rubbed, their necks shrunk, and their mother-in-law. Soaking my feet in hot water, I got into bed early.

Everything is still, it is a good time to invite Zhou Gong into a dream.

As the shopkeeper said, the sound insulation effect of this room is excellent, but even so, it still can't block the tear-jerking magic sound.What's more, the person who made the magic sound persevered and continued to grow, which shocked the guests in the guest room to wake up from their sweet dreams.

Ye Wenqing gathered his coat around his shoulders and was about to go back to bed to rest. He listened to the sound coming through the crack of the door, and listened quietly for a while, but couldn't take it anymore, pushed the door and went out.

After leaving the room, the voice became clearer.

Ye Wenqing rubbed the pulsating veins on his forehead, walked in search of the sound, and stopped in front of a door at the end of the corridor.

The door was only ajar, and the master's figure clearly came into view.

"I said Song Shiwen, who will you send to if you don't sleep at night?" Ye Wenqing pushed the door open and walked in, glaring at Song Jihua angrily.

Song Jihua was stunned, turned to look at Ye Wenqing, and said in surprise, "It's so late, brother Wenqing hasn't slept yet?"

"Pfft!" Ye Wenqing saw clearly what he was holding, and couldn't help laughing, "Did you ever stay in the dyeing workshop for this flute? It's still rainbow-colored."

Most of the sons of aristocratic families like jade flutes, one sounds better than the bamboo flute, and the other is to show their status.Whether it's the bamboo flute or the jade flute, they are all the same color, how could Song Jihua's flute be colorful.

"What do you think, Brother Wenqing?" Song Jihua looked at Ye Wenqing with his dark and bright eyes, and rubbed his fingertips on the flute.

"Do you mean the flute or the thing you play?" Ye Wenqing asked.

"Anything is fine." Song Jihua said with full expectation.

"It makes people want to cry." Ye Wenqing clicked his tongue.

"Is it moved by the love entrusted in my flute sound?" Song Jihua listened, and the tails of his eyes were tinged with joy and pride.

"No." Ye Wenqing shook his head, "I regret that I have grown ears."

Song Jihua didn't understand the meaning of his words for a while, and said excitedly: "Is it because I let them really feel the charm of the music?"

Ye Wenqing: "..."

Sure enough, a person's brain determines the thickness of his skin.

Song Jihua thought for a while and felt that the responsibility on his shoulders suddenly became heavier, so he picked up the flute again and played it horizontally by his mouth.

"Song Shiwen!" Ye Wenqing hurriedly stopped him, "Can you let me get a good night's sleep?"

"I can't sleep." Song Jihua sighed, "I don't want to sleep."

After all, he continued to blow, intermittently, like howling ghosts and howling wolves, blowing away the last trace of drowsiness Ye Wenqing had left.

Ye Wenqing took a deep breath, and said silently in his heart, this is the disciple of Master's good friend, and he can't beat him.

Song Jihua got carried away with playing it, and was deeply intoxicated by it, unable to extricate himself.

Ye Wenqing gritted his teeth, and simply took out Wang Shu from the Qiankun bag on the piano table beside him, plucked the strings, met Song Jihua's surprised eyes, and said brightly: "I just saw Brother Song's ability, now please ask Song Brother, listen to my piano skills."

"Okay." Song Jihua nodded expectantly.

Ye Wenqing had never seriously studied the piano, he only knew some basic fingering, pick and hook, which Wen Yu learned by staring at him.As for the piano score, I only remember one song "Happy New Year", which was composed by Wen Yu himself, and I was forced to learn it for half a month, but I still don't remember it completely, I only have a general impression.

Ye Wenqing didn't hesitate either, anyway, tonight was for Song Jihua to try the magic sound piercing his ears.

The deep and melodious sound slowly sounded with the fingertips, and before anyone could taste it carefully, there was a sudden rush of sound, as if a galloping horse was suddenly pulled by the reins, and its raised front legs were thrown in mid-air. struggling.

After a while, the smooth music sounded slowly again.

It's like killing a chicken with a blunt knife. It makes people feel very entangled.

Song Jihua: "..."

How dare you show off in front of me so ugly?

Ye Wenqing, who originally just wanted to teach Song Jihua a lesson, played more and more vigorously later on. After playing a piece intermittently, he looked up and found that there was someone more in the room.

As the sound of the piano stopped, the knotted facial features on Xiaoer's face slowly stretched out and returned to their original positions.

"How about it, isn't it very festive?" Ye Wenqing raised his eyebrows, his eyes brightened, "It will be Chinese New Year in less than two months, so I just picked this festive song."

"Yeah." Xiao Er smiled coquettishly, "My 80-year-old father listens to

He will be very happy when he hears it, the old man likes to hear this. "If you play like this, my father will jump out of the coffin and chase after you.

A festive song was played like a funeral, more permeating than the flute just now.

"It's just son, if you two want to compete this evening, why don't you choose an open place tomorrow?" Xiao Er suggested, all the guests in the guest room were woken up, yelling to kill the two. Fortunately, he and the shopkeeper persuaded him to be a shameless person.

"It's easy to talk." Ye Wenqing waved his hand, "Do you like to hear it?"

Xiao Er smiled and nodded, squeezed out two words between his teeth: "I like it."

"Then I'll play it for you tomorrow." Ye Wenqing said cheerfully, "I haven't practiced for a long time, and I'm still a little rusty."

Xiao Er: "..."

I don't want to die young, I want to go home.

Song Jihua looked at Xiao Er sympathetically.

In the end, Ye Wenqing withdrew Wang Shu when Xiaoer's mouth was about to wear off, and promised not to play the piano again at night, and even Song Jihua followed suit.

The magic sound that disturbed people's dreams stopped.