Ye Qinghan didn't teach Qiao Ye those tunes that would make him sad, the reason why Qiao Ye could play it was completely a feeling. An inexplicable feeling. Ye Qinghan was very helpless about this, and just warned Qiao Ye not to blow it down if he felt sad.

Behind the thatched hut is a flower garden composed of exotic flowers and plants, which was originally taken care of by Ye Qinghan himself, but now it has been replaced by Qiao Ye.

As the name suggests, these exotic plants have a strange need for survival to an outrageous degree.

For example, the Hollow Valley Orchid has to listen to music at the time of the child and the hour, and it has to change the type of music with the change of temperature. Leaves and flowers must not touch water at noon, but there must be three hundred and fifty-six drops of water on the buds and stems, and this water must be living water. When Qiao Ye heard Ye Qinghan explain these requirements, he was petrified on the spot, and he was stupid for half a minute.

"Master, I'm not dreaming, am I?"

Looking at Qiao Ye with an innocent face, Ye Qinghan said very calmly: "No!"

"Cruel forehead...... Qiao Ye thought extremely well.

A single Empty Valley Orchid can barely be accepted by ordinary Heavenly Chosen Ones, but what if it is dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of different flowers? No wonder the old beggar would say that Ye Qinghan has masochistic tendencies, and taking care of such a flower garden is simply destroying people's will and blowing

Man's faith stifles hope for man. You know, each kind of flower has different requirements for music, but these flowers and plants are planted in a flower garden. The inhumane flower garden, the inhuman Ye Qinghan. Let's pray for a moment of silence for the protagonist of the cup, this child, it's not easy!

Fortunately, Ye Qinghan was teaching Qiao Ye by hand.

How to isolate sound with water, how to control the flow, how to play different pieces at the same time. If these technical problems are to be studied by Qiao Ye, who is only 8 and a half years old, this flower garden must become a cemetery.

Taking care of the flower garden is a non-human job, and Qiao Ye will be exhausted from tossing every day, and his body and mind will be haggard. What he hopes most every day now is to listen to Ye Qinghan play the piano without doing anything.

Ye Qinghan's piano sound is very different, no matter how many types Qiao Ye has, as long as he calms down and listens, his spirit will soon recover. In fact, Ye Qinghan was playing the piano almost all day long, but taking care of the flower garden was too mentally draining, causing Qiao Ye to feel nothing.

Reading, playing Go, tai chi, playing the flute, and taking care of the flower beds all these things made the once abundant world disappear all at once. Because of the different habits of flowers and plants, even sleeping has become a big problem. However, with Ye Qinghan's piano sound, his mental state is still quite good.

In the blink of an eye, it's another quarter of reincarnation.

In the thriving flower garden, Qiao Ye played the flute, freely controlling the water vapor in this area.

A faint layer of water mist lingers around each flower and plant, and the sunlight reveals beautiful colors during this period. Next to the flower bed, there is a flower bed made of water. This entirely composed flower garden is like a replica of another flower garden. The same exotic flowers, the same

The same kind of prosperity, the same swaying posture. The only difference is that all of this is the product of Qiao Ye's water control.

This kind of precise water control ability, with Qiao Ye's age, has to be said to be a miracle. Who is it, this is not unrelated to Qiao Ye's heaven-given water body, but more importantly, the horror of Ye Qinghan.

Ye Qinghan sat for a year, and also stroked the piano for a year, never had a gap, never rested. And he also has to play against Qiao Ye while playing the piano, explaining to Qiao Ye the sons of the hundred schools and guiding Qiao Ye.

Water is used as a chess game, and the game is played with water. The chessboard is condensed but not scattered, and the chess pieces are scattered but not overflowing.

The scriptures of a hundred schools are transcribed and explained with water. The road is reasonable, and it is also deduced with water.

Thousands of rare and exotic beasts in Yandang Mountain, in the form of water condensation, reproduce their gods, until they come alive. Mountains and rivers, hanging waterfalls, hundreds of trees and flowers, dancing butterflies and swimming fish, all of them condense the water.

Over the past year, Qiao Ye has been taking care of the flower garden while completing the above things.

In the final analysis, the flower garden is too against the sky, so that Qiao Ye and Ye Qinghan have never rested, and even the Tai Chi boxing for half an hour every morning is finished while controlling the water. Ye Qinghan has masochistic tendencies, there is no doubt about this.

Half a year ago, the old beggar came to see Qiao Ye once. He stayed for a short time, probably only an hour or two. Qiao Ye was very well-behaved, he knew that his grandfather would come to see him. He doesn't cry or make trouble, and he still has a sunny face. There was a faint hint of indifference.

Finally, I don't have to take care of the flower beds anymore. When he heard the news, he almost flew into the sky, even though he couldn't fly yet. In fact, there is no need to control water in such a haggard body and mind to take care of the flower garden, as long as the enchantment is placed around each exotic flower and grass. This

Qiao Ye didn't understand until a long, long time later.

Although he no longer had to take care of the flower garden, Qiao Ye did not stay idle because of this. Ye Qinghan let him set foot on the clear water cold pool after teaching Qiao Ye a mantra, and from now on, he was not allowed to return to the ground without Ye Qinghan's permission.

Qiao Ye's reaction was always so strange, he scratched his head very embarrassed, "Master, will I sink and drown, Xiao'an can't swim." ”

A master is a master, and he seems to be calm at all times.

"Don't worry, you can't drown in this pool. "Wow!

There is a cruel reality, that is, Qiao Ye is no longer allowed to eat from now on, and can only use that mantra that is not known at all to communicate the aura between heaven and earth to nourish his body. Qiao Ye has never practiced the exercises, and he has practiced so devastatingly, creating evil!

In Ye Qinghan's words - heaven and earth and all things are born, they are good people who are good, they are not weaker than water, if they are longer than water, they are not attacking, and if they are shorter than water, they are not Tao. Attack the way of goodness, open up grains and miscellaneous, gather natural spirits, do not live for life, do not take death for death, do not attack for attack, do not defend for defense, this is the heart is like stopping water, attacking the way of goodness.

The predictable performance of Qiao Ye when he stepped on the blue water cold pool, drinking water until he was swollen, and he was so hungry that his head was full of gold stars.

Heaven and earth aura, Qiao Ye had never heard of it. Now, he's finally meeting this buddy. The excitement in his heart made his body, which he had managed to stand firm, drown in the water again. Poor Qiao Ye, finally don't have to go hungry anymore.

Communicate the aura of heaven and earth, and gather it in the sea of knowledge, and walk freely on the clear water and cold pool with an absolute state of mind. It took Qiao Ye half a year to reach this level. Ye Qinghan is still the same as Qiao Ye took care of the flower garden back then, sitting and stroking the piano, and he can't have a trace of leisure.

It is as vast as a sea of smoke, and the trajectory is inexplicable, like the imprint of the avenue circulating, and like the reincarnation of all things in nature. This is the sound of the piano that Qiao Ye has felt since he practiced the mantra. For him who first glimpsed the path of cultivation, he couldn't imagine it.

How profound cultivation and how thorough understanding it takes to play the piano close to the Tao, at least Qiao Ye's Dao can't be done by his grandfather.

In the blink of an eye, it's another year.

With Qiao Ye's Taijiquan, the exercises composed of water shuttled around him in a strange trajectory.

The calm and melodious sound of the piano instantly condensed, and wisps of solemn aura permeated out.

Countless water arrows condensed from the void, covering Qiao Ye, who was doing Tai Chi. Qiao Ye seemed to have expected that he would use a horse composed of water to protect himself layer by layer in the middle at the first time.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang...... Countless water arrows were skillfully bounced away. Qiao Ye closed his fists, stood in the center of the lake with his hands in his hands, and practiced around him, as if he had spirituality. As long as he had a single thought, these blooms could be played in any form.

The sound of the piano was solemn, and the three strange birds condensed out, attacking Qiao Ye from three different directions. Qiao Ye's mind turned quickly, and the water bloom turned into three giant pythons, and they were entangled in the face of the menacing strange birds.

The alien bird is extremely flexible, and it can scatter the python within two breaths. Qiao Ye was not in a hurry, turned around and rolled up a curtain of water. The water curtain is so loud that it looks like a waterfall. Two alien birds crashed into the water curtain, and the other came after the transformation.

The water curtain and the two strange birds dissipated together, Qiao Ye retreated sideways, and condensed the water and played Tai Chi. The swift body of the alien bird seemed to be pulled by something, and it skillfully flew past Qiao Ye's side.

"Scatter!"

Tai Chi punched around the water bloom on the body of the fowl that fell into the air, "bang", and the fowl dispersed in response.

The sound of the piano changed again, and the slaughter became depressed, and the rain of maple leaves condensed by water fell all over the pool.

Neither pours nor benefits, as if there is no threat. Qiao Ye's expression became solemn, this maple leaf rain was peaceful and weird.

Above the blue water and cold pool, there was a strong spiritual pressure, and the spiritual power in Qiao Ye's sea of knowledge was forcibly pulled out, and it was no longer under his control. Also uncontrollable is his body.

The sound of the piano flowed like a rhyme, and the maple leaves in the sky staggered in the air, and the originally peaceful atmosphere instantly became cold. The maple leaves are like sharp swords, and they have the potential to strangle Qiao Ye.

Qiao Ye's body moved strangely, and the spiritual power was running in the tendons in his body.

The water is halo and bright, and Qiao Ye's whole person exudes a strong divine glow, like a god.

"The world is weaker than water, and the strong can win, and it is not easy. The gods and men have no merit, do not fight to win the valley rain, and dance without martial arts. The saint is nameless, and he is like soft water. Ye Qinghan's voice seemed to have incredible power, and Qiao Ye actually danced to the sound of the piano.

The maple leaves are dense, but Qiao Ye travels through them during the period. He is full of spirits, the water is elegant, and the trajectory is like a rhyme. The mountains and rivers were evolved by him, and the beasts and spirits were beaten out by him. Everything seemed so natural, so harmonious.

Scattered and flying, floating leaves like needles. The maple leaves in the sky kept dissipating and reorganizing, and the sound of the piano was subdued and frustrated, and it was strange and abnormal.

"Bang la la"

The sound of water colliding with water kept ringing. The sound of the piano changed abruptly, and the maple leaves instantly condensed into ice. The maple leaf, which was originally bladeless, has become a sharp weapon, and the danger has skyrocketed several times. Ye Qinghan cut off Qiao Ye's guidance at this time.