The gardener, Yi Ren, walked in a hurry, led Minsa into his inner room, came to the elegant curtain piano room, and said to her with a formal face: "Now that I come to stroke the qin, you will take out the mood of the day and try your best to disturb me." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"At that time, it was critical, and all ten of my fingers were worn out, and now I am afraid I can't do it." Minsa didn't know what he wanted, and suddenly stood still.

Yi Ren's eyes showed the look of what you said very right, he turned around and took out a pair of fake fingers from the shelf: "For beginners to play the qin, you must wear finger guards." ”

Minsa put ten fingerguards on his hands, and at Yi Ren's strong request, he had to sit behind the piano, closing his eyes slightly and fantasizing about the emergency situation.

"I heard that on that day, you also brought the rest of the women, and they also played the tune?" Yi Ren asked in detail.

Minsa bowed his head.

"What tune are they playing? Do you remember? ”

"It's the music of the demons, I don't remember." Minsa shook his head.

"It's okay, I'm going to bounce it at will, you just imagine the situation, you have to break my control over the assassins." Yi Ren, the owner of the garden, said, and had already brushed off his robe and sat by the piano.

In the blink of an eye, a beautiful minor tune came out, and Minsa still closed his eyes, only associating the tune with the assassination scene at that time.

The strings were involuntarily brushed with both hands, and since they didn't understand the rhythm, they didn't need to open their eyes to see the strings. Minsa closed his eyes and let his ten fingers play on the strings.

With the rhythm of the gardener, Yi Ren, Minsa was controlled by the syllables of his subordinates, and he played more and more casually.

On the opposite side, where Minsa couldn't see with his eyes closed, there was a look of surprise in the eyes of the gardener, Yi Ren. In an instant, he made a gesture and drew a full half circle on the piano, and a string of clever small notes came out spontaneously.

After this string of crisp notes, Yi Ren took the opportunity to change the tune he had just played, and replaced it with a more intense and urging tune. Minsa's ears moved, and he knew that the rhythm of the music on the other side had changed, and the syllables that he had used to destroy himself would not be useful.

His hands kept moving, just as he had thought about countermeasures in his head, and after Yi Ren converted the second piece, Minsa fumbled and changed the tune under his fingertips. At this time, it is more sonorous, the syllables are more mixed, and there is no rhythm to speak of.

The owner of the garden, Yi Ren, was shocked in his heart, and his eyes were even more stunned, he didn't expect this little girl to be able to crack it so quickly. The more chaotic the syllables under her fingers, the greater the vibration in her heart, the higher her understanding.

Next, the owner of the garden, Yi Ren, jumped into his eyes with great appreciation, and his eyes rarely showed so much agility. This is because he knows what a rare talent this girl's mastery of music is.

If she is very fluent, perhaps at the banquet that day, she plucked a few strings at will, and everyone in the hall would be either dead or injured.

Such an excellent qualification comes from a human woman, is this a blessing or a curse? Yi Ren was entangled in his heart. As soon as the heart is entangled, the music played will reduce the artistic conception.

Minsa was disturbed by this dissipated artistic conception, and when he opened his eyes, he found that the owner of the garden, Yi Ren, was in a daze. At this moment, the tune he played was no longer sonorous, but like a lullaby of the soul, soft and soft.

Regardless of whether Qin Yao's girl is a human or a demon, she is following the young master of the Lan family. The Lan family is the loyal backing of the Dharma Weapon Sect, and the young master Lan was sent back by the national teacher, so there must be a deep meaning here.

The national teacher is the executor of the ancestral teachings, and he has reached the extreme of paranoia for the realization of the ancestral teachings.

Even if he lost the lives of the people he cared about, even if everyone betrayed his relatives and left, even if there were disasters, he seemed to be ruthless, and he would do whatever it took to fulfill the instructions of his ancestors during his lifetime.

So, should I find out about Qin Yao's qualifications, and... Carry it forward?

If she achieves something in the future, what should she do if she uses this trick to help Lan Feng work hard for the national teacher?

A mist appeared in Yi Ren's eyes, and he couldn't understand his mental choice for a while.

Mingsa, who was sitting opposite, naturally didn't know what Yi Ren was struggling with. Of course, no one will know. If it was known to others, how should he be shocked that his nephew, the most trusted national teacher in this holy capital, and the master of the Heavenly Chosen Garden, were so worried about him in his heart?

Back then, in order to protect himself and not shake the trust of the national teacher in him, the people who rebelled against him paid a heavy price. It was also at that time that he owed a debt to Feng Ling I, and if he wanted to come to this life, he couldn't repay it.

Thinking about it this way, the owner Yi Ren decided in his heart that he should be more restrained.

Although she is quite fond of this Qin Yao, she also knows that she has a rare talent for demon music. However, just in case you cultivate another powerful helper for the Dharma Weapon Sect and the National Teacher, let's let it go away.

The strings under Yi Ren's fingers gradually regained their calm, and Minsa naturally didn't have to continue to disturb him. The rhythm of the reverberating sounds in the air gradually subsided, and suddenly it was as clear as the first sunny day after rain.

"What did you tell me to disrupt your rhythm?" Seeing that Yi Ren was silent for a long time, and he didn't mean to explain, Minsa took the lead in asking.

Yi Ren knew that he was going to lie, so he cleared his throat and said, "Do you want to study music rhythm?" ”

"Is this something you have to learn to become an acolyte of the Heavenly Chosen Garden?" Minsa asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, just asking if you want to study." Yi Ren avoided Minsa's eyes and didn't look at her, for fear that he would be seen by her that he actually had another purpose.

Minsa shook his head impatiently and waved his hand: "Since it's not necessary, then I don't have to learn." ”

After speaking, he thought in his heart that as early as four years ago, the music idiot master of the Western Regions persuaded him to learn the piano with him, but he also blindly excused himself. At this moment, when you come to the realm of the demon race, how can you still have the leisure to learn music and rhythm, don't be kidding.

Yi Ren heard that she had the intention to refuse, but his heart was relieved, if you don't want to learn, I don't need to cover it up.

Minsa was a little displeased, and originally wanted him to thank him for his help, but he suddenly got excited and asked him to start playing the piano. I thought he had some other meaning to explain to himself, but I didn't expect to teach myself to learn music?

Whatever you want, maybe the demons think it's important to be proficient in music, but maybe one day I'll have to leave here, so I don't have the heart to learn, Minsa thought.

That day, on the way back home from Tianxuan Garden, Minsa was still thinking about the matter of playing the qin all the way. Thinking carefully about the change in the demeanor of the owner Yi Ren at that time, I always feel that things are not so simple.

If he wants to teach himself the rhythm, just ask no? Why bother to solemnly let yourself fantasize about the situation on the day of Nafu's assassination, imitate the mood at that time, and disrupt his tune with the rhythm of random playing, this must have a deep meaning.

But why did he hide it? (To be continued.) )