My masters are all over the world of comprehension

The man in plain clothes was holding clean and changed clothes in his hands, and stood outside the door of the wing with a blank expression on his face. Le Mu sat down at his feet, raised his fair and shocked face: "Is the person inside Yun Yaozu?"

The man in plain clothes didn't respond.

"It's no wonder Yun Yaozu favors Qiubai. I didn't expect there to be such a relationship..." Le Mu squatted on the ground crying pear blossoms with rain, tears glistening, he turned his head slowly and said: "I know Qiubai, He certainly didn't do it voluntarily."

Su Yiren remained indifferent.

Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, Le Mu bit his lower lip: "Qiubai treats me with great kindness. If I retreat at this time, it would be too supercilious. I must stop Yun Yaozu and save Qiubai from fire and water."

As he said that, he was about to rush in with righteous indignation.

The man in plain clothes stepped forward and blocked the door, Le Mu stared at the red eyes: "Get out of the way!"

The faces of the two people in front of them were as white as paper, standing in front of them like two door gods.

Tears flashed in Le Mu's eyes, and he looked stubbornly at the closed door in front of him: "I never thought that Qiu Bai would live such a life of submissiveness and humiliation every day, but even Yao Zu shouldn't be forced to others! Let me in, and I will have a good reasoning with him!" He was filled with impassioned and righteous indignation, ensuring that the two people inside could hear clearly.

separated by a wall.

Lin Qiubai was lying in Yun Liuling's arms, dizzy from being kissed and could only breathe non-stop. Yun Liuling's arms looked thin but were very strong, and he was easily picked up and put on the bed, half of his body fell into the soft and silky bed Lin Qiubai opened his blushing and blurred eyes, and Yun Liuling stroked his temples: "Hold me."

Lin Qiubai's brain was deprived of oxygen after being kissed, his cheeks were flushed, and he subconsciously did as he said.

Different from his own soft waist, Yun Liuling's waist was thin and powerful when he touched it. Before Lin Qiubai recovered, he was caught with both wrists pressed into the quilt and bit his lips. It was both uncomfortable and joyful.

After it was over, Lin Qiubai turned his body sideways and opened his eyes, not even getting his attention when he took off his crumpled obscene clothes.Yun Liuling waved his hands to set up a sound-proof barrier, even though Le Mu Xiaozhi's voice was smoky when he spoke excitedly with emotion and reason, he was blocked by the barrier. He helped Lin Qiubai take off his boots and socks, and changed into another suit Clean the obscene clothes, and then put the person back into the bedding.

As soon as he fell into the quilt, Lin Qiubai rolled himself into a white ball.

Yun Liuling also took off his outer shirt and lay beside him, the atmosphere was rare and quiet, Lin Qiubai turned over and suddenly said: "I remember all the memories of the 33 days."

He emphasized: "In memory we have a real master-student relationship."

The word "master-student relationship" is extremely serious.

33 is the world that Lin Qiubai traveled through for the first time.

At that time, this body was just able to walk on the ground. Lu Tingxi carried him into the street, but was stolen by the Lu family's enemies and tried to poison him to death. When Lin Qiubai was dying, he ran into an enthusiastic drug boy who had come out for 33 days to buy, so he went He was taken back and raised under Yun Liuxing's knees ever since. Yun Liuling was kind, patient and gentle, and treated him like a parent and child, and raised him for more than a hundred years.

There has never been any violation of the rules, but a harmonious master-student relationship.

After recalling the memory, Lin Qiubai was silent for a long time.

Yun Liuling stared at him for a while, stroked Lin Qiubai's hair softly, and smiled softly: "Qiuqiu is right, my teacher has always regarded you as a disciple, from the past to the future, it's just that the fairy and There is no conflict between master and apprentice, Qiuqiu just has an extra identity."

Lin Qiubai heard what he said lightly, as if becoming a fairy couple is as easy as making friends, but he couldn't find anything to refute for a while.

Unexpectedly, after many years, the pure master and apprentice finally changed their nature.

Lin Qiubai didn't want to communicate, so when he retrieved the memory of 33 days, he became more courageous, moved his body away from his face, turned Bai Tuanzi around slowly, and fell asleep without knowing it.

The nose is lingering with the fragrance of bergamot, and the sky is bright at noon when I wake up.

Opening his sleepy eyes in a daze, Yun Liuxing had already gone out for a long time, and the quilt beside him was flat. Lin Qiubai had just put on his clothes and washed, when he ushered in a group of unexpected guests.

These people are here to deliver the piano.

In order to promote the competition in the group music conference, the organizers provide a temporary loan service for spiritual weapons. After all, for a sound repairer, the first is cultivation, the second is the state of mind, and the third is the spiritual weapon. The odds of winning are much greater.Due to the limited number of spirit weapons, it is upheld that the one who rents the highest price will get it. Of course, it is only a temporary lease, and it will be returned after the end of the conference. If there is any damage, it will be compensated according to the price.

In the past two months, the organizer sent people to come several times, but unfortunately they were blocked by the formation.

With repeated encounters and scandals, these people despise Lin Qiubai: "Now all the heavenly-grade lingqins have been reserved, and there are still some low-grade lingqins that are still in the bidding process. You can't miss the Group Music Club once it shows off."

The subtext of these words is nothing more than thinking that Lin Qiubai has no skills, and can only rely on the lingqin to pull out one or two.

Lin Qiubai was eating dried fruit for breakfast, and asked, "Is there a roster for easy viewing?"

The organizers handed over a jade slip, the jade slip was painted with gold and left blank, and if spiritual energy was poured into it, there would be a lot of harps waiting to be rented. The fretlin is still on the shelf for sale.

The group music event is a place to show off your skills and have a great reputation. Who doesn't want to be the first and show off your demeanor?Those offshoot disciples of the aristocratic family ordered the Lingqin early on, and the rest are all defective ground products, but even so, it is far superior to ordinary magic instruments, and there are as many bidders as there are stars.

He is not active in eating and has a problem with his style of work.

Lin Qiubai spit out the bone core after gnawing on the dried fruit, and continued to gnaw on the sweet cakes, without being impatient at all while eating.

The organizers are a little impatient. They are dressed in glamorous clothes. They have been in contact with powerful and powerful families all the year round. They have dealt with people from great sects. They have seen too many things that do not match the facts. They don't believe such a beautiful and greedy person Young people can be favored by their ancestors, but they only think that they are spreading rumors and exaggerating the truth, not to mention that even those famous families with high eyesight usually greet them with smiles. After waiting for a stick of incense, he urged: "Your Lin Xianyou have decided?"

Lin Qiubai asked: "There is nothing I want here."

"Impossible!" The organizers insisted: "We have a full collection of spiritual weapons, such as long qin, qinqin, five-stringed harp, lyre, guzheng, flute, jade flute and pipa, all of which can be found in the jade slips..."

"Is there an erhu?"

Organizer staff: "..."

After a pause, he asked, "What did you say?"

Lin Qiubai: "Erhu."

Everyone: "..."

Yinxiu has always been arty, pursuing Qu Gao and Zhiyang Chun Baixue, wearing a white dress with a long piano on his back, or wearing a jade flute around his waist. It is often seen on the stage of Washe opera, and there are too many erhus in terms of tone, zither and Xiao, and no normal person would choose the erhu as a spiritual instrument.

Not to mention that there is no craftsman who can refine erhu.

Even the well-informed organizers looked at each other, which made them more and more sure that the rumors were groundless, their eyes could not help showing sarcasm and contempt, but they still persuaded: "There is no erhu, why don't you look at other ?Although the appearance of the earth-grade lingqin is slightly flawed, its performance is not much different from that of the heaven-rank, for example, although this seven-feather lyre is of the earth-grade, it is not less popular than the sky-rank, and it is very popular."

Lin Qiubai frowned: "I only know the erhu."

After that, he invited people out.

The people who were driven out of the door without mercy looked at each other, their faces were ugly, they were first-rate in observing words and expressions, and of course they also noticed Lin Qiubai's subtle disgust when he heard that there was no erhu expression.

They haven't ridiculed him for learning the Washer musical instrument, but he was turned away by him?What is there to sell other than appearance?

When these people returned to the pavilion, they explained the story with other people, and everyone took it as a joke, and the reaction was the same: "I don't know where the rumors came from, and this kind of thing can be seen by the ancestors. It's just a day. Have a big spring dream."

"The rumors are just false and true."

"What does Lin Qiubai look like? Isn't it just an exaggeration?"

The few people who were being mean and sarcastic suddenly seemed to choke their throats, reluctantly: "It's really pretty."

Everyone was silent.

It took a long time before someone said: "The ancestors don't judge people by their appearance."

From the perspective of monks in the cultivation world, bigu symbolizes leaving the mortal womb, which is different from ordinary people. The desire for food and drink is a sign of incompetence, and practicing erhu is a low-level move, which is not on the stage.

Lin Qiubai occupies both, and no matter where he puts it, people will look down on him.

"I don't know if Lin Qiubai will participate in the group sound conference. After all, there is no erhu in the spirit weapon. He can only use magic weapons or ordinary mortal weapons. The starting point is lower than others, but I really want to see him. Playing the erhu, how will those music masters react?"

"Unbearable, leave immediately?"

"Hey, maybe it will lead to a regression in cultivation."

Everyone was shocked, "What? No way."

Having said that, the fact that there are too many gossips cannot be concealed. The matter of Lin Qiubai's erhu practice was quietly spread in the pavilion before the group music conference started.

After seeing off the uninvited guest, Lin Qiubai fed the goldtail fish and finished his lunch, only then did he realize that he seemed to have forgotten something——

Le Mu stood upright at the door for a whole night.

He clenched his fists and made a generous speech to persuade Yun Liuxing to turn his back on the shore. The twisted melon is not sweet, and begged him to let Lin Qiubai go. He talked eloquently for a whole night, during which he drank more than a dozen cups of herbal tea, but there was no response from inside. He spoke so bluntly that his lips were parched and his eyes were blackened. When the sky was dim and the birds were singing and the fish were leaping outside, he saw the white sleeves fluttering like clouds. Yun Liuling glanced at the young man standing there precariously with an agitated expression, The voice is gentle: "You are?"