A few days later, Qingwei remembered that the music score was ripe, and occasionally tried to play a single note, and he was already able to blow a single note, and he couldn't wait to ask: "Old man, I'll try to play the first score myself." ”

The old Taoist priest smiled playfully: "Okay, you blow it." ”

Qingwei thinks that he is familiar with the score, and he doesn't want to blow the boring monotonous tone repeatedly, so he tries to blow the song "Spring Breeze Butterfly Dance", the score is familiar to me, and the blowing is dry and out of tune, hoarse and ugly, Qingwei is a little confused.

The old Taoist priest smiled and leaned back and said: "It's not so easy, I think I also blew it for a month back then, don't worry, try to use the power of consciousness to lower the qi of the dantian." ”

"It's so much trouble to play a flute. ”

The old Taoist priest smiled and said: "The mysterious things in the world are so complicated that they can't be done overnight, you try to blow a short section first, and then complete the next paragraph when you are familiar with it, remember the power of consciousness, and the qi of the dantian." ”

Every night Qingwei went to the hill to practice the flute, at the beginning the aura consumption was very large, and then the aura consumption became less and less, plus Qingwei became more and more proficient in the absorption of the aura, the lower dantian felt that the aura was sufficient, this night the aura of the dantian gathered automatically to the eighth meridian pulse, and it was suddenly penetrated after a while, there was no pain, but it was a bit unexpected, this is the natural flow. After playing the flute during this period of time, Qingwei felt that he had to settle down quickly when cultivating, and his mind was more tenacious than before, and it seemed that this flute was very helpful for cultivation.

In the past 20 days, Qingwei's first song "Spring Breeze Butterfly Dance" It is also basically familiar with blowing, but the sound is not far away, the old Taoist priest guides the blowing every night, and the rest of the time after the guidance is explored by Qingwei himself, how to use the qi of the dantian, this is not an easy thing, after studying for nearly 20 days, Qingwei suddenly flashed a light, a stream of dantian slowly went up to the throat, and it was not very difficult to blow the flute, the sound was tactful, the flute penetrated the vast space, and reverberated in the heaven and earth, Qingwei was excited, the qi of the dantian dissipated, and it could not be blown again.

The old Taoist priest smiled: "You, your understanding is not bad, you learn very quickly, this flute pays attention to concentration and calmness, similar to practice."

Qingwei gathered the qi of the dantian again, concentrating and calming, no distracting thoughts, the mind was empty, and the head was blowing, this time it sounded again, the whole song was as smooth as flowing water, and walked slowly while playing, the demeanor was chic, and it felt very comfortable, and the aura of the lower dantian was like fog and smoke, and the widened meridians had the warmth of the sun, and the warmth was melting, and after playing a song, I felt not tired at all, and looked at the dantian, and it was a little wider. It is very comfortable to play the flute, and the thoughts drift with the sound of the flute, wandering between heaven and earth, and the song contains a very deep philosophy, which seems to be careless, but in fact, there is a great correlation between each string of notes, up to nine days, and down to the hearts of the people.

One afternoon, the Purple Cloud Daoist led a group of people back under the scorching sun, and also brought eight children to Nantianyue, he stopped the plague in Lotus Mountain, and there was an unexpected harvest, from a cave in Lotus Mountain, he got the lost high-level martial arts book, and he was happy.

The Purple Cloud Dao Chief saw that today's Nantianyue was completely new, repainted, the roof was added with new tiles, the dilapidated places had been repaired, and craftsmen were busy. There are two hundred students, and they are in class, and after a while, during the recess, the children are swarming out, making trouble, Ziyun looked, but Qingwei was not among them, and wondered in his heart, it happened that Qingping came and asked, "Amaterasu is okay at this stage?"

Qingping hesitated: "I just came back, and I was out recruiting students for a while, and I heard that I was locked up and confined. ”

Qinglian's clear eyes looked clear: "Uncle Master, you are back, the junior brother was locked up because Zeng Weiye worked as a craftsman to help the craftsman, please let him out." ”

Ziyun Dao asked carefully about the situation, and he also knew the ins and outs of the matter, and his face began to be gloomy.

handed over the group of people brought to Qingping for arrangement, and entered the conference hall, of course, Qingping sent someone to notify a few heads and a few masters in the morning.

The five of them arrived, and the head of the house looked happy: "The plague has been expelled?"

"Fortunately, although it took some effort, the plague was completely eliminated. Is my little apprentice Qingwei okay?" asked the Purple Cloud Dao Elder knowingly.

Since Qingwei was imprisoned in the confinement room, the head of the sect has been studying Taoism all day long, and there are many trivial matters, so he has long forgotten about this matter, and he was embarrassed when he heard the Ziyun Daoist mention it, and said: "This Qingwei is locked up in the confinement room. ”

Ziyun Dao Chang's eyes were cold, and there was a hint of unhappiness in them: "Confinement?!, a child who is only nine years old, you actually treated him like this after I left." ”

The head of the house was originally going to be released after a few days, but the governor forgot about it, and felt that he was at a loss, and his face changed: "Senior brother, I blame me for not handling this matter well." ”

"You guys are so unfriendly to children, why don't you say it earlier, this confinement hasn't been locked up for decades. Ziyun is happy to come back, and it is not good to be calm when encountering such a thing.

Zimu's face was gloomy, and his eyes showed disapproval: "This kid is stubborn and uneducated, he has clashed with people several times, beats people indiscriminately, and it is not okay not to punish him." ”

Zi Yanqiao's face was cold, and he stared at Zi Mu and refuted: "Second Senior Brother, it's not right for you to say this, Qingwei is to stop others from beating people, I think you dealt with it too heavily at the beginning." ”

The head of the house called Qingshu and said, "Go and release Qingwei for me." ”

The Purple Cloud Daoist was annoyed when he heard Zimu's words, but Qingwei still understood: "I don't know who Qingwei is, I don't know yet, I will be locked up at every turn, and you guys will do anything without a detailed investigation." ”

Zimu turned his head to look at Ziyun and raised his voice without showing weakness: "Senior brother, when you come back, you will be angry at people, you are away all day long, how much have you done for our own business, what about the lost martial arts book you are looking for, there has been no news for so many years, do you know how much we have worked hard for Nan Tianyue? ”

Daoist Ziyun took out five books from his bosom and slapped them on the table, and said angrily: "These are the few books I found, three of them are the high-level exercises books that we lost, and two are books of other sects, you are the head of the sect, you put them away and see what to do with them." The head put the book away, flipped through them one by one, and said excitedly after reading them: "It is indeed a high-level exercise!"

Zimu was speechless for a moment, and his face elongated.

Seeing that Zimu was not talking, the Purple Cloud Dao Chief did not want to meet him in general: "You have recruited hundreds of people, the good and the bad are mixed, I think that a gentleman like Zeng Weiye should be expelled from the door, so as not to corrupt the door in the future."

The head of the house was very embarrassed: "Zeng Weiye's father is the county lord, and we have to give face in our jurisdiction." ”

Daoist Ziyun is not an unreasonable person, he is angry, and lowers his voice: "Then don't recruit indiscriminately, you must choose the best ones with excellent moral character and good talent." ”

Zimu said in a sarcastic tone: "Senior brother, you don't care about the account, of course you don't know the importance of money, eating, dressing, what don't you need money, you didn't get money here when you went out, you can go out without money, you have to get the money, we will no longer recruit students, or listen to you, if you don't have money, keep your mouth shut, don't talk nonsense." ”

Ziyun Dao said, "How much does it cost?" ”

Zimu laughed and said, "As long as you take out 10,000 pieces of silver, I will listen to you, otherwise, shut your mouth and don't play the prestige of a senior brother." The two have had a grudge for a long time. At the beginning, it was the head of the Ziyun Daoist, and the Ziyun Daoist was going to find the missing master and others, looking for the high-level martial arts book lost in the door, so he passed the head to the third junior brother, Ziyun looked down on Zimu a little, and Zimu was not convinced, so the two often fought-for-tat.

The Purple Cloud Daoist angrily threw the silver scroll on the case, and said angrily: "This is 30,000 silver scrolls, and 30,000 silver scrolls are equal to 30,000 ingots of silver." Seeing so much money, Zimu was dumbfounded and had nothing to say.

The money was given by Hong Qi, and now Hong Qi's dart business is very hot, and Ziyun is hired as the honorary dart head of the dart bureau and gives dividends.

Ziyun Dao Changjian blocked Zimu's mouth, but he was still angry in his heart: "We monks want a little money, but we can't take money too seriously like laypeople, we are an ancient sect of cultivation, different from other sects, don't focus on money." One sentence made Zimu's face red and white for a while.

Zimu had nothing to say this time.

The head of the family was a peacemaker and said: "Fellow brothers, don't make trouble, spread it out and make people laugh." ”

Ziyun Dao sent a long fire, and his anger quickly dissipated, and he turned around and went out.