Ye Qinzhu doesn't know much about music, but it doesn't mean that she doesn't know anything, she has also enrolled in a folk music class and has been exposed to this type of instrument.

The tone is very simple, the content is empty and flat, but at the same time it has an indescribable appeal.

This is the tune that Ye Qinzhu figured out by herself when she had nothing to do, she thought that the song she made up was just a three-minute heat, but she didn't expect that since she crossed over, this has become the deepest rhythm in her memory.

"What is the name of this piece?" Yang Qingjue frowned and thought about it, and found that this flute sound never appeared in his memory.

"It's hard to say. ”

Before Ye Qinzhu crossed over, he always liked to associate his name with the idiom that it was difficult to write a lot, even if it was a derogatory term, it didn't prevent him from liking it.

Therefore, after she composed the score in a daze, because the song had no central idea that needed to be expressed at all, she took the name of "Difficult Lyrics" and corresponded to herself.

"I don't understand the music that is too complicated, and the simple ones seem vulgar, so I can only show you my own music. Ye Qinzhu stretched out his hand and pointed at himself, "In the whole world, I am the only one who can." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Yang Qingjue took out rice paper and a brush, and wrote a dense ruler score on it.

Ye Qinzhu was still dazzled, so he put away the rice paper, turned his head and smiled at her.

"There is already a second person in the world. ”

Needless to say, this must have been the tune I just blew.

Ye Qinzhu felt that his little white face had been slapped in the face.

After that, despite Ye Qinzhu's repeated requests, Yang Qingjue hid the rice paper to the death and resolutely refused to take it out.

"I see, you must be just memorizing a score. ”

Ye Qinzhu suddenly realized.

The expression on Yang Qingjue's face was almost untensed, and he had no choice but to leave his two slender eyebrows, and reached out to take the flute in Ye Qinzhu's hand.

The familiar tune flowed out, Ye Qinzhu blocked his ears and closed his eyes, ignoring and not thinking about it.

The aftermath dissipated, and she pulled the flute in Yang Qingjue's hand, and wiped the blowing hole with her brand-new wide sleeve in a huff.

"It's almost time. Looking at the gloomy sky, Yang Qingjue hid the fingers that had just been unintentionally wiped by Ye Qinzhu.

Yuan Ning may not come today, Luo Qingyang and Xue He have an accident, it stands to reason that he can only keep his light and keep quiet, and wait for the storm to pass before taking the next step.

But I'm not afraid of 10,000, I'm just afraid of what happens.

In case Yuan Ning hit this academy with his idea, or was willing to take risks to plan the next step in this seemingly safest place, Ye Qinzhu missed it, and he didn't know how much he would lose.

Thinking of this, Ye Qinzhu was still guarding the secret passage at the foot of the rockery that night.

She couldn't persuade Yang Qingjue to leave, so she could only push him into the cultivation room and let him test the efficacy of the jade pendant, while she began to wait meaninglessly.

Things were hovering on the edge of her surprise.

At midnight, someone did come.

But the person who came was not Yuan Ning, but that Murong Xiuyi.

Ye Qinzhu never understood that Murong Xiuyi was a man, but he was dressed like a flower girl with heavy makeup.

Dressed in a purple robe, he stood barefoot on the ground and released a spirit dove.

The pigeon flew to the depths of the west courtyard with a stone in its hand, and when the spiritual power in its body was saturated to a certain extent, it suddenly let out a miserable cry and fell to the ground.

The pitch-black stone fell from the beak of the pigeon and fell to the ground.

Murong Xiuyi flicked the long whip and pulled over the pigeon's corpse.

A bewitching smile crossed the corners of his mouth, and after checking that there was no one around, he flew up the rockery and stayed away from this place of right and wrong.

The enchantment of the secret passage has a good function of isolating spiritual power, and under the blades of grass where Ye Qinzhu is located, he can see Murong Xiuyi's actions without exposing himself.

Regarding Murong Xiuyi's actions, she guessed three or seven points in her heart. Ye Qinzhu subconsciously narrowed his eyes, admiring Yuan Ning's ruthlessness in his heart.

If you throw Nashi there today, you will probably be a living person if you fall there tomorrow.

Before that, the stone gate behind him made a sound of rubbing against the ground, and Yang Qingjue had already walked slowly behind Ye Qinzhu, observing Murong Xiuyi intently.

If Murong Xiuyi knew that the enchantment and defense he had set up quietly had all been lost, he would probably smear his makeup in public and scold him.

"It's a trap. Ye Qinzhu lowered his eyelashes, "A trap that can be fatal." ”

If Yuan Ning is her enemy, then he must be a very terrible opponent, killing people without blinking, decisive and neat.

If it is useful, it will be used, and if it is useless, it will be discarded.

Coupled with the fact that Yuan Ning himself was a six-star first-class spirit master, if she met him head-on, Ye Qinzhu had no doubt that she would be defeated.

Taking advantage of Ye Qinzhu's distraction, Yang Qingjue raised his hand to disperse the powder scattered near the rockery, and the entire rockery was suddenly wrapped in a hazy seven-star enchantment.

Rao is Ye Qinzhu has already seen the power of the big sister, and he can't help but be shocked.

"Shen Yi'an or Murong Xiuyi, one of them is a seven-star spirit master. Yang Qingjue pointed his fingertips on the enchantment and asserted.

This secret room was specially set up for him by Gu Yu, who was respected as a nine-star spirit master, and the mystery could not be discovered by the perception of a seven-star spirit master alone.

But breaking the enchantment without knowing it, Yang Qingjue himself couldn't do it.

He could only rely on the medicinal powder to thin the enchantment, and at the same time spread the smoke, so that the caster could not perceive the strangeness of the spiritual power when entering the enchantment.

It's just that this medicine hurts people and hurts a lot, Yang Qingjue is not afraid of being tortured by spiritual power for so long, he is mainly worried about the girl who is full of spiritual power.

From Yang Qingjue's point of view, Ye Qinzhu is obsessed with spiritual power, and he can't wait to stuff every inch of his skin with spiritual power.

Yang Qingjue's evaluation of Ye Qinzhu was not wrong, and the next morning, the senior brother of the Moqin Academy's Alchemy Pavilion ushered in a petite girl.

"Give me a high-grade alchemy tripod, as well as these materials. ”

The girl laid out the silver and handed over a densely written list.

The student just glanced at it and couldn't help but smile. He squatted down and piled up all the herbs he could find to quickly nourish spiritual power on the table, and looked curiously at the girl in front of him.

"Little junior sister, the people who enter Moqin Academy are all high-level spirit masters. Although these medicinal materials you want to obtain are all good products, they only act on refining qi and do not help refining the root at all. ”

"Thank you, brother. The girl didn't listen to her brother's thoughts.

Her eyes were bent into a crescent moon shape, holding the door number of the medicinal herbs and the alchemy room, and she thanked him with a smile.

In the face of such a lovely girl, the senior brother of the alchemy room felt that he couldn't help but speak.

After meeting the fire spirit, Ye Qinzhu's demand for spiritual power increased several degrees.

Moreover, if her own spiritual power is insufficient, the bird will always stay in the state of just ascending to the six-star, although it is slightly stronger than the six-star spirit master, but it is powerless to deal with the seven-star and eight-star.

On the other hand, if it is nourished with spiritual power, it cannot be ruled out that there will be multiple stars in one life and rebirth across levels.

Holding the herbs that he had safely picked up from his senior brother with his face, Ye Qinzhu opened the door of the alchemy room.

The alchemy room is empty, only there is an alchemy furnace in the middle, and no matter how much Ren Yuansheng blows it up, it can't be damaged.

Ye Qinzhu's bamboo flute approached, and a trace of flame burst out from her fingertips, expanding rapidly, and finally evolving into a fire rope wrapped around her arm.

Alchemists who receive rank badges will have their own flame of confession. And a novice like Ye Qinzhu either honestly chops wood for fire, or finds another way.

Ye Qinzhu didn't plan to look for any alchemy fire, if the fire spirit fire couldn't refine the pill, she still had a fire-attribute ostrich.