After a while, the security captain returned.

"Please come in, but I need to remind you that this is the Wu family, if you come to mess around, the end will be miserable." The security captain said coldly.

Han Qing looked indifferent and stepped into the luxurious compound of the Wu family.

As soon as you enter, it's the front yard.

Han Qing saw the platform for the practice, there was an incense burner on it, and the trees around him were full of various rune papers.

Han Qing glanced at it, and then stepped into the front hall.

There, Han Qing saw several Taoist priests holding compasses to investigate, and an old man in his fifties and sixties was worried.

After passing the front hall, Han Qing suddenly heard a pleasant sound of flute.

This flute is loud and powerful, and it is very professional.

Soon, Han Qing came to the backyard.

There, a girl with her hair scattered was giving a, and a housekeeper was waiting next to her.

Seeing Han Qing's arrival, the housekeeper made a gesture and asked the security guard who led the way to retreat.

Han Qing's eyes were like electricity, and he glanced at the housekeeper, and then set his eyes on the girl who was playing the flute.

Immediately, his brow furrowed.

In this girl, there is a layer of evil aura that is invisible to ordinary people.

"You're a master of the Cave Flute? My young lady is designated as a famous family." The housekeeper stared at Han Qing in an unkind tone, obviously not quite convinced, after all, Han Qing looked like she was no more than twenty years old.

"Of course." Han Qing said indifferently, with indescribable confidence.

Dong Xiao's name is a fart, he is the Emperor of Dongfang Xiao.

"Hmph, are you a real name or a fake name, you can't escape the eyes of my young lady, if you are a fake, then you can ask for more blessings." The housekeeper snorted coldly.

At this moment, Wu Yingying finished blowing the last note, then turned around and looked over with a pair of cold and narrow eyes. qs

"Who is he?" Wu Yingying asked.

"Miss, he's here to apply for a job as a teacher of Dong Xiao, and he says he's a famous artist." The housekeeper replied immediately.

Wu Yingying stared at Han Qing and asked lightly, "If you are really a famous artist, then may I ask, how many flaws are there in this piece I played just now, which ones do you say?"

"How many flaws? Ms. Ng doesn't have a clear understanding of her own standards." Han Qing said.

"You mean, I've played it perfectly?" Wu Yingying asked.

"You think that? I mean, you play this tune like shit, it's unbearable, how can you have the face to say that you only have a few flaws?" Han Qing sneered.

What!

Wu Yingying was stunned for a moment, looking incredulous.

The housekeeper couldn't help but exclaim, and then, she angrily scolded: "I see that you are not a famous family at all, but you came to my Wu family to find fault, come here, drag him down, and break your hands and feet."

"Shut up, Miss Ben is here, is it your turn to call the shots?" Wu Yingying said sharply.

The housekeeper was startled, and immediately lowered her head, not daring to say a word.

"You say that I play it badly, like shit, well, you can blow it, if you can make me feel that you have a point, I will worship you as a teacher, if not, then I will make your life worse than death." Wu Yingying said coldly, and threw the precious hole flute in her hand to Han Qing.

Han Qing caught this hole flute, and he could feel the temperature of Wu Yingying on it.

This temperature is normal, and it seems that she has no other energy fluctuations except for the evil qi on her body.

However, combined with the words of the piano teacher, Han Qing had a faint guess in his heart.

Han Qing threw the flute back to Wu Yingying and said, "I'm not used to using other people's musical instruments."

"My hole flute is worth more than one million, and the sound quality is not comparable to ordinary hole flutes, you don't need mine, don't make excuses and say it's a problem with the equipment." Wu Yingying said.

"Don't worry, never." Han Qing said, taking out a bone hole flute like a trick.

He put the blow hole of the hole flute to his lips, and his expression immediately became solemn.

Wu Yingying looked at Han Qing's expression, her eyes were surprised, and she couldn't help but become solemn.

It is said that when the master is playing, the aura on his body can drive everyone in the audience, so that everyone's eyes will automatically focus, and the audience will become quiet in an instant, and enter the state of listening to the music.

Just now, Wu Yingying felt this aura from Han Qing's body.

At this time, Han Qing began to play.

In an instant, the notes exploded like mercury.

At this moment, the hair of Wu Yingying and the female steward seemed to be about to explode, and they felt that the chicken feathers and bumps all over their bodies stood up, and there was an electric current running on their bodies.

This song is the masterpiece of the master of the cave flute hundreds of years ago.

There is grace in the vastness, and there is a moving beauty in the desolation.

It seems that in the darkness of despair, there is always a bright light to guide people, so that people will always have hope.

Wu Yingying and the female steward were all brought into the realm in an instant, and their expressions were sad and happy.

The song is finished, but the aftertaste is like going around the beam for three days.

After a long while, Wu Yingying came back to her senses and looked at Han Qing with an extremely adoring gaze.

It's so wonderful!

Awesome!

"Teacher, you're really right, it turns out that the music I play is really unbearable, it's like shit, please ask the teacher to admit me to the beginning." Wu Yingying was very excited.

"You don't have enough to get into my doorway." Han Qing said lightly, there was a pure arrogance in his body.

"My talent is very strong, especially Dong Xiao, and I will definitely not disappoint you, teacher." Wu Yingying said urgently.

Han Qing pondered for a while, as if he was thinking about it.

After a while, he said, "Hold out your hand first, and let me see your knuckles."

Wu Yingying stretched out her hand without hesitation and handed it to Han Qing.

Han Qing stretched out his hand, held Wu Yingying's hand, and watched carefully.

Her hands are tender and white, and her fingers are slender.

However, in the field of musical instrument performance, such a hand can only be regarded as middle and upper, not excellent.

Moreover, between her knuckles, there are some deformations, and the place where the deformation is displaced is very new.

That is, this is something that has only recently been formed.

Because with her previous fingers, she couldn't support her high-span playing.

"Teacher, how is my talent?" Wu Yingying asked nervously.

"To be honest, it's very average, it's hard to believe that this kind of talent can reach your height, but it also shows that your plasticity is still very strong." Han Qing said.

Wu Yingying immediately smiled, she felt that Han Qing was very accurate, so she admired him even more.

Just as she was about to continue to pray for Han Qing to accept her as a disciple, someone suddenly broke into the backyard.