Yun Meng thought hard, but she didn't remember that she had a master, only the people in Yun Village were very anxious in her memory, and kept tapping their little heads.

"Are you really my master? I don't have a good memory, I can't remember. "I'm crying in a hurry.

"Is this still fake? If you can't think about it, don't think about it, remember it today. ”

"Oh, Master, where is this?"

The old man smiled, very satisfied with the master, "I am not the real master yet, and when I recover, you will bow to me as a teacher again and again." ”

Yun Meng frowned, a little puzzled, and scratched his head. "You're not my master, so you lied to me before? Where is this?"

"Scoundrel, dare to say that I lied to you. Then he smiled kindly, "This is your spiritual world, when I recover, teach you to cultivate, and this place will change greatly." ”

Yun Meng wondered, "My spiritual world, are you in my spiritual world, how are you in my spiritual world?"

"Hahaha, I thought I absorbed most of your spiritual power, and you would become stupid, but I didn't expect to be able to be like a normal person, yes, your mental power is very pure, so I woke up two years earlier than I expected, and I can still enter my own spiritual world under the urging of such less mental power, not bad. ”

Yun Meng still understands a little, but he understands that he is a little stupider than average, and it is related to the old man in front of him, "So it is you who caused my spirit to be ten? I don't want you in my spiritual world." ”

"Criminal, I ended up like this because of you, how can you be so ungrateful?"

"When will you save me?" today?"

"No, don't disturb my rest. With a wave of his hand, Yun Meng woke up from his dream and gasped heavily, only to know that he Yun Meng, his head hurt a little at this time.

Then Yun Meng would often dream that he had entered the spiritual world, a chaotic world, in which lay an old man who claimed to be his master, and the powerless Yun Meng no matter how he dragged, lame, pushed, pulled, and pulled his beard, the old man always lay down peacefully, and returned in vain.

As usual, Yun Mengyou entered the spiritual world, looked at the old man, and muttered a small mouth.

"Apprentice, do you want to cultivate?"

Yunmeng was surprised, "Wow, you're awake, think!"

"Why?"

"I want to be as good as my brother and sister. ”

The old man nodded, "You drop a drop of blood on the bracelet left by your mother, and Master will help you open it, and there is a scripture in it." ”

After Yun Meng woke up, he took out the bracelet from the drawer, swiped his thumb with the dagger on the side, dripped blood on the bracelet, and disappeared in an instant, and the bracelet then shone brightly, and the blood-red light illuminated the entire room.

"It's going to wake up Grandpa!"

"Don't worry, your grandfather won't wake up. ”

The blood-red light gathered into a point, and after a few turns on the jade bracelet, it stopped somewhere.

"Boy, remember the red dot and put your hand there, thinking about opening it. ”

After Yun Meng did so, he saw a jade flute and several books "Tianyun", "Demon Beast Collection", "Pill Collection", "Herbal Medicine Collection", "Spirit Grass Collection", "Dispensing Method", and "Temperature Control Method".

"Apprentice, it's "Tianyun" and the jade flute, you blow it for an hour every night, and another hour every morning, you can refine your body, and your spiritual power will be improved, this is the thing of the Zhen clan of the Tianmeng clan, you have to put it away, and you can't fall into the hands of others. ”

Yun Meng nodded as if he didn't understand, "It means that I will become smart when I learn it, right?" But I can't play the flute. ”

"Yuncun Yunqing, you can let her teach you. ”

"How do I talk to her?"

The white-haired old man shook his head, "Hey, it's really not very smart, it's best for the village chief to speak, and then you wake me up, what I say, what you say." ”

"Hmm!"

Early in the morning, the village chief's grandfather knocked his head, not understanding why he slept so deeply, and even had some pain, thinking: It seems that people are old and useless. When I woke up, as usual, I breathed in the spirit of the morning and strengthened my body.

Yun Meng boiled the porridge, and after a while, the grandfather and grandson ate the plain porridge.

"Grandpa, I want to learn the rhythm and play the flute. ”

The village chief looked at Yun Meng and was very kind, "Why do you want to learn to play the flute?"

"Once I saw you all practicing swords or knives, I was envious, I wanted to learn a skill I liked, grandpa!" hugged the village chief's arm and shook it, lying coquettishly.

The village chief's grandfather looked at Yunmeng very strangely, and thought, "Meng'er will still be coquettish?" So I happily agreed.

After the meal, the village chief found the priest Yun Qing, every time the village priest, she would hum some inexplicable tune, communicate with the gods, Yun Qing's mother-in-law has gray hair, but her mental state is excellent, when she heard that Yun Meng wanted to learn music with her, her face showed a complicated expression: someone should be happy to learn music with him, after all, the priest is not loved by the descendants of Yun Village, and he is about to break the inheritance.

The village chief saw her reluctance, "Although Xiaomeng can't be so smart, but she likes it, diligence can make up for it, I have to believe that she will be able to become a good musician, the villagers are all pursuing power, and the person who can inherit the rhythm of your hand can't be found now, and the inheritance is about to be broken, or else?"

Yun Meng stepped forward and pulled the corner of Yun Qing's clothes, "Granny Yun, can you teach me?"

The mother-in-law showed an embarrassed face, now that she is over 100 years old, if she doesn't find someone to pass it on, she really wants to break the inheritance like this?

"I can teach you the rhythm, but you must study and practice hard, do not slack off, after two years, I will evaluate you, if you do not meet my requirements, you do not have to learn the rhythm with me. ”

Yun Meng happily agreed to Yun Qing's mother-in-law.

Learning the rhythm of music, playing the flute for an hour in the morning and evening every day according to the requirements, the flute is naturally not a jade flute, but Yunqing's mother-in-law gave Yunmeng, but Yunmeng has never felt any changes, but slowly fell in love with the rhythm, seeing Yunmeng working so hard, Yunqing's mother-in-law feels more and more gratified.

Two years later, Yunqing's mother-in-law seemed to have forgotten about the assessment and taught Yunmeng as always.

"No assessment?" asked the village chief's grandfather curiously.

"She's smarter than I thought, and she seems to have some talent for music, but now that she's pretty much mastered, I can close my eyes in peace. ”

"Nonsense!"

"Haha!"