Wang Qing gritted his teeth and said almost word by word.

"I'm married! And I'm not interested in those vulgar fans. ”

Unexpectedly, Dugufeng immediately quit.

"Vulgar powder? You, you, what do you know? Miss Chaoyun's piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all fine, so she said that the piano art was endless. You don't know anything, so why jump to conclusions. ”

is a fanatical fan, crazy to protect idols.

Wang Qing pouted disdainfully. Piano art? Can it be compared to Zhuang Die? I've never seen the world.

After Wang Qing got married, he did grow a lot. The most obvious is the standard for beauty.

There is no way, it is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift. Who is Windsor? Qixiu's high apprentices, regardless of the level of martial arts, the temperament cultivated by Qixiufang alone is not comparable to ordinary women.

What's more, this is a world of martial arts, weak women do not conform to the aesthetics of this world, and heroic women are the darlings of the world. At this point, Wang Qing has changed very thoroughly.

After all, their partners should have at least a common language with themselves, walk together on the path of seeking money, and support each other.

Therefore, the best dance in Wang Qing's mind is Qixiu's beautiful and murderous sword dance. The best music to listen to is the heart-stirring rhyme of Changgemen. The best calligraphy and painting is the ink that determines the life and death of people in the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers.

A Qinglou woman who doesn't know martial arts, good piano skills? How good can it be?

However, Wang Qing still didn't want to argue with Dugufeng, beauty is a personal preference, and there is no point in arguing.

However, he also discovered that this Dugu Feng seemed to be really trapped.

Do you want to help him? Wang Qing was still reluctant to let go of the information of the Heavenly Ninja Sect. Hesitation.

"Brother, ugly words ahead, we are all players, and we can't play these NPCs. Well, I'll try it once, and the brother who can't do it did his best. ”

Dugu crested like pounding garlic, he hadn't seen Chaoyun for more than a month, and begging Wang Qing was completely ill and rushed to the doctor.

Wang Qing was helpless,

"Okay, let's talk about it, what kind of process."

Dugu Feng was a little embarrassed when he heard this.

"There's no process, after notifying my mother, my mother will go and tell Miss Chaoyun. If the young lady is interested, she will secretly observe us. If you think it's okay, you'll come out and play a song, or have a conversation. ”

Wang Qing sighed secretly, what a cheap bone.

Seeing that Wang Qing did not object, Dugufeng rang the bell on the table and whispered a few words to his mother who came in.

Then the two big men stared at each other in embarrassment and sat up.

Wang Qing coughed dryly, breaking the embarrassment.

"Tell us something, aren't they listening?"

Dugufeng opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. The little poetry he learned in his textbooks had long been gone.

"Brother, I'm really out of ink. Or you say something. ”

Wang Qing frowned, what did he say? There is really no poetry and poetry, forget it, do your old job.

Wang Qing sat up straight and began to speak.

Wang Qing reads a lot in games, but in addition to martial arts cheats, the most read is Daozang. At this time, I simply talked about the most common "Tao Te Ching".

At first, it was purely to break the embarrassment and find a topic. But as he spoke, Wang Qing became a little addicted.

In the past, reading the Taoist Collection, reading it, thinking about it, was a very personal thing, and it was the first time for Wang Qing to give a lecture to others. Slowly, I discovered the difference, and Confucius talked about reviewing the old and learning the new. There is still an essential difference between understanding oneself and transforming it into words that others can understand.

Every sentence must be turned three times in the heart, which must be easy to understand, but also clear to ensure that there is no ambiguity. This in itself is a re-organization of what I have learned.

Any doctrine, from its founding to its maturity, is inseparable from its dissemination. Confucianism is called education, and Buddhism is called preaching. Only by relaying your thoughts clearly and accurately to more people can you become a sect.

Wang Qing had ignored this issue a bit before, and communicating with people was more about force than teachings. But this is not to blame Wang Qing, how many years of freedom of belief outside. People are accustomed to taking faith as a very personal matter, and do not force others to follow their beliefs.

With such an unscrupulous lecture today, Wang Qing didn't care whether Dugufeng played the piano to the cow or not, the more he talked about it, the more refreshing he became, and he faintly felt that the Dao heart that had been stagnant for a long time was slightly loosened. Earned! After Wang Qing discovered the abnormality of the Dao heart, he ignored it and talked about the rise.

Just when Wang Qing became more and more excited the more he spoke, he gradually entered a wonderful state. A slight sound of the piano sounded, and the subtle sound of the piano actually fit into Wang Qing's lecture.

For a time, the sound of the lecture and the sound of the piano fit perfectly, and in this place of hooking, there was a burst of ethereal dust, like a fairyland.

After a long time, Wang Qing finally finished speaking about the Tao Te Ching, and a sense of joy came to his heart.

"Dao Friendly Cultivation!"

A cold voice sounded behind the curtains.

Wang Qing hurriedly got up and solemnly saluted. The sound of the piano was so perfect that Wang Qing no longer dared to underestimate this woman. Hell, although it is hidden in the world, the stealth hook is really the only thing to see in my life.

At the same time, Wang Qing silently mourned for Dugufeng. Big brother, good eyes, what a monster this provokes.

Put away the disguise effect as a sign of respect.

"Kunlun faction, Kongtong Shangyuan Zhiqing, I have seen my predecessors."

A graceful figure turned the screen and appeared in front of the two.

Dugu Feng's excited face was like a pig's liver, and he trembled.

"Chaoyun, you're finally out..."

It sounded like a dream.

Wang Qing glanced at the qin in the woman's arms.

During this time, I was bored on the boat with Mr. Lu and chatted a lot. No longer as ignorant of common musical instruments as they used to be.

Different from the yaoqin used by Zhuang Die, this instrument that resembles a harp in their arms is called Konghou.

With his eyes moving slightly, Wang Qing saw a pair of indescribable jade hands.

Transparent as jade, soft as boneless.

Seeing these hands, Wang Qing's heart woke up like thunder, and he guessed the identity of this person.

Bow again with your fists clenched.

"Qixiufang's husband, I've seen Uncle Gao."

"Qixiufang's husband? Who did you marry? ”

"Insider Wen Saer, disciple of Neifang Li Bao'er."

"Oh? Is Windsor resurrected? She is also willing to admit Qixiu's identity. ”

"Of course, Li Bao'er is Li Bao'er, and Xiufang is Xiufang. Xiufang didn't live up to her, only the grace of nurturing, how could she not admit it. ”

Gao Jiangting sat down slowly, looking happy, but she heard good news.

Well? Gao Jiangting suddenly looked a little weird.

"You just said that you are from Kongtong Upper Hospital? The stone? ”

Wang Qing's face darkened, and he knew that he couldn't escape.

"It's the family teacher, my mother Du Jixin, who has just been rescued and will get married next year."

Haha, a string of silver bell-like laughter rang out in the room.

"You dare to marry your master's sister-in-law, boy, I am optimistic about you."