Early the next morning, dormitory 606.

Zhang Jie got up from the bed with a yawn, and saw that Zhou Kun on the opposite side had woken up and was holding his mobile phone and smiling obscenely.

"Zhou Kun, wake up so early." Zhang Jie stretched and yawned.

Zhou Kun looked up at Zhang Jie and said with a smile: "I fell asleep after masturbating last night, look at you like this, what time did you cultivate immortals last night?" ”

Zhou Kun's mouth said that cultivating immortals was synonymous with the recent rise of 'staying up late' on the Internet, but it scared Fang Yuan, who didn't know what was going on, into a cold sweat.

Cultivating immortals? Zhang Jie is also an immortal cultivator?

"A little more." Zhang Jie said casually, there was a novel that exploded for 20 more last night, and I didn't go to sleep until I finished reading it.

Call!

Fang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably.

"Oh, a little more? Dare to be a master in the foundation building period, please be worshiped by the villain! Zhou Kun threw away the phone, clasped his hands into fists, and bowed with a solemn face.

Zhang Jie was busy with his hands in the air: "Don't dare, don't dare, the poor road is just to build a foundation, and I don't dare to be a master." ”

The two of them did this, Zhou Lei was also woken up, and Fang Yuan also took the opportunity to put away the medium-grade yuan stone and got up.

"Yo, I'm all woken up, haha." Zhou Kun smiled, "Since the brothers are all awake, let's go for breakfast!" ”

Fang Yuan took advantage of the fact that they were washing their faces and brushing their teeth, and used their mobile phones to check Baidu, only to know the stalk of staying up late to cultivate immortals, and couldn't help but smile bitterly and shake their heads.

According to the above, I haven't slept for half a month, so I don't have to rise to the realm of Hongmeng's master?

The four of them got down from the dormitory building and walked to the No. 4 cafeteria not far away.

"All the meal cards have been done, right? If you don't have one, use mine first. Zhang Jie yawned all the way.

Fang Yuan and Zhou Kun glanced at each other, they both came to the academy on the last day, and they really didn't have a meal card.

"Haha, then thank you to the master of the foundation!" Zhou Kun solemnly thanked him.

This teasing!

Fang Yuan and the others laughed.

In the first few days of school, there were no classes arranged, and the counselors took the students to deal with some trivial matters of life and study, so it was okay to go or not, no, Fang Yuan didn't want to go.

"Fang Yuan, are you really not going?" Zhou Kun looked at him with a strange expression, "That's Mentor Su Ya?" ”

"That's right, white skin, beautiful and long legs, convex and backward small waist, high appearance and good temperament, are you willing to go?" Zhou Lei was furious.

Zhang Jie said solemnly: "The grapevine says that she is still single~"

Fang Yuan smiled bitterly: "I'm not feeling well." ”

"I'm not feeling well, and it's an excuse to hear it." The three looked at him with disdain.

In the end, the three of them went to the big lecture hall in a hurry, while Fang Yuan went directly back to the dormitory.

He opened the fairy network QQ and found that the two music files had been downloaded successfully.

He plugged in his headphones and started listening.

The first is to smell the bamboo.

Ding, dong~......

This is a piece of music played by a bamboo flute, the tune is as long as a hollow valley and a bamboo, and the turning point is like the Nine Heavens Milky Way sweeping and undulating, but the short two-minute piece of music actually made Fang Yuan addicted for nearly half an hour!

When he came back to his senses, he suddenly found that his mood had opened up a lot!

"This song ......" Fang Yuan was so excited that he hurriedly continued to listen to the second song of the crane.

The tone of the crane is like a piano, and it is a bit like a guzheng, Fang Yuan has not studied music specifically, so he can't tell the difference.

It's just that although this song is also very good, Fang Yuan feels that it is obviously inferior to Wen Zhu, at least, listening to this song of Controlling Crane, he is not addicted to it.

"It's strange, Konghe is a higher level of music than Wenzhu, why do you feel that it is not as good as Wenzhu?"

Fang Yuan opened the group of disciples outside the Miaoyin Pavilion, and while looking at the chat messages on the screen like a waterfall, he pasted and copied his questions, and sent them frantically.

There was no way, in order to let these people see their own problems, Fang Yuan could only choose to dominate the screen.

After a few minutes, Fang Yuan finally saw a monk answer his question.

It turned out that the function of Wen Zhu's music was to calm the mind and calm people, and it was for people to listen to, and the role of the crane control was to control the spirit beast with the music, so Fang Yuan didn't feel it when he heard it.

If he felt it, it would be weird.

After figuring out the reason, Fang Yuan was amazed, daring to love that this crane control crane could actually control the spirit beast.

"Since even spirit beasts can be controlled, those beasts on the earth should also be able to control them, right?"

Fang Yuan hurriedly opened the campus forum, looked at the location of the music room, and then directly looked for it.

The music room is located on the east side, just a wall away from the Ivy League Medical College.

Fang Yuan came here, borrowed a bamboo flute with his school card, and strolled under the wall that cut the two colleges.

On both sides of this long wall, there are rows of laurel trees, five or six meters high, which are in blooming season at this moment, and the trees are full of small white flowers, exuding an intoxicating fragrance of flowers.

Not far away, there are two pairs of lovers under the laurel tree.

Fang Yuan had no choice but to continue walking, until there was a no-man's corner, then he took out his mobile phone, put on his headphones, and practiced while listening to the bamboo.

Fang Yuan originally wanted to learn to control cranes directly, but he felt that he had no talent for music, so he was ready to learn to smell bamboo first, and then learn to control cranes.

The bamboo flute is by no means a simple instrument for beginners, especially if there is no sheet music and no tutor to guide you, it is extremely difficult to blow a piece of music directly!

But Fang Yuan was an immortal cultivator, he never forgot it, of course, he never forgot it, after remembering the whole piece of music in his mind, Fang Yuan put the bamboo flute across his mouth and played it with a whin.

……

Lei Lan lowered her head and frowned and walked to a laurel tree, and sat down slowly with the green grass and fragrant fragrance all over the ground.

She casually pressed her legs on the grass, and she sketched a thrilling arc, she looked at this pair of slender long legs that were as white as jade, which made countless Tianjiao students of the academy obsessed, and sighed in distress.

As soon as I returned to the college today, I received dozens of love letters, hundreds of invitation text messages, and some suitors directly held roses and blocked her dormitory building, almost fighting!

"Do you really have to find a boyfriend so that these suitors don't bother me anymore?"

Lei Lan leaned against the laurel tree and raised her head, revealing the pride that made the flowers lose their color.

The eyes are like autumn waves, the eyebrows are like willow leaves, the nose is red lips, the jade teeth are like shellfish, and the muscles and bones are moist, like a daffodil left to be independent.

Lei Lan's eyes blinked like stars, full of distress, and at this moment, a sound of bamboo flute suddenly came from behind her.

"Again?" Lei Lan jumped up from the grass like a frightened bird, and when he looked back, behind the laurel tree was the wall separating the two academies.

"Whew!" Lei Lan patted her bulging chest cutely, and stuck out her tongue mischievously, she thought she had met a suitor again.

“…… It's just ......" Lei Lan had a bitter face, this flute sound is too ugly, right?

It was not easy to find such a quiet place to rest!