Of course, Mu Zixiao knew that his position was at the top.

But she also disdained to pay attention to the provocative behavior of such elementary school chickens.

It was good to sit on Feng Yueying's original vacant seat, but her Feng Yueying's book was still on the table, and she sat down, maybe there would be a war of words, which was extremely troublesome.

Mu Zixiao snapped his fingers and called, "Mu Wei." ”

Everyone saw a handsome man dressed in dark green walking in from outside the hall, his temperament was gentle and elegant, his thick eyebrows were elegant, the bridge of his nose was high, his skin was like snow, his facial features were like dreams, as if the best proportions were given to him, which was carefully carved by the Creator, and the beauty revealed from the bones, but with a depth and mystery that people could not understand.

This appearance does not match his simple name at all.

How do everyone know that this face was the first place in the face referendum of the World Modeling Competition that year, and his incomprehensible profundity and mystery are because he is the ultimate in science and technology, one of the pinnacles of Mu Zixiao's artificial intelligence.

Micrograms: Muling Root Phaseless Bone Version.

His eyes were as clear as a clear spring, and he said softly, "The master needs a table and chairs, right?" Placed at a 45-degree angle to the right of the center, the line of sight should be good, and it will not disturb everyone. ”

"Yes."

As he spoke, Mu Wei took out the tables, chairs, books, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone from the storage bag, and after placing them intimately, he also took out the teapot and teacup and poured them, and said: "The weather is dry, don't forget to hydrate when the master is studying, do you need Mu Wei to remind you regularly?" ”

"No, set the Do Not Disturb mode, standby outside the hall."

"Okay, Muwei is willing to listen to your call at any time." As he spoke, he walked out of the temple gate with noble steps.

With just one face, it completely calmed everyone present. Not to mention his thoughtful attitude and extremely caring service.

Even the rumors of the eighteen ugly men were washed out of everyone's minds, and it turned into such a stunning slave by Mu Zixiao's side.

Everyone looked at Mu Zixiao with burning eyes, full of questions and unable to speak.

Many monks could not recover from the impact of that face for a long time.

At this moment, a white-clothed nun walked in outside the door, her expression was gentle, the corners of her mouth were smiling, and she was holding a flute in her hand.

"I've seen Rongyin Zhenren."

"I've seen Rongyin Zhenren."

As soon as Rong Yin Zhenren entered the door and saw Mu Zixiao's seat, he was a little puzzled, and looked at Feng Yueying, who was nervous and uneasy, but he didn't ask too much.

"Disciples, please take a seat."

Mu Zixiao obediently sat down on the seat that Mu Wei had prepared for her, while Feng Yueying's face turned slightly pale and returned to her seat with a hard head.

At this time, the first person in the hall was not to sit, but it was a little embarrassing.

Rong Yin Zhenren walked slowly to that position, glanced at Mu Zixiao, but didn't mention the matter of the seat, "In the past, this music cultivation class was all about the healing exercises and attack forms of music cultivation, today I want to return to the origin and explore the moving aspects of music, today I will start and play a song "The Bright Moon Waiting for the Tide to Rise" for everyone, and then let everyone recommend a few disciples to play some hometown songs, so that everyone can taste and taste." ”

Saying that, Rong Yin Zhenren played the twilight snow flute in his hand and played the name "The Bright Moon Waiting for the Tide to Rise" that nourishes the soul.

Mu Zixiao is also a person who likes music, Rongyin real flute sound with her whole body, her mind is a lot clearer, melodious music and profound cultivation, skillful skills, breath constantly, the notes are endless, and the simple flute sound makes her tremble.

She gradually forgot that she was in the Sancai Palace, but stood on the seashore and watched a bright moon hanging in the sky, the tide gradually rising, the sea water slapping on the reef, rising higher and higher, she couldn't help but hold her breath and feel the infinite power of nature.

She felt her soul floating, beating with every syllable, and she had no thoughts, no worries, no thoughts.

She could only feel the bright moon, the tide, and herself.

This mysterious and mysterious feeling strengthened her soul again, and suddenly the sky thundered and roared, and lightning illuminated the entire Sancai Palace.

Rong Yin Zhenren's song just ended, and he looked at the sky outside the hall a little strangely, and at some point a large number of dark clouds gathered, and then gradually disappeared.

Mu Zixiao's state, Mu Wei felt something, according to his analysis, it should be the soul that was about to enter the Jindan realm, which alarmed the heavenly tribulation.

Fortunately, Rong Yin's real song has ended, and Mu Zixiao has also come back to his senses.

Although Rong Yin Zhenren wondered why there was thunder for no reason, seeing that no one in the hall had been promoted, he only felt that the weather was abnormal.

"In this case, let's see who can play a piece for everyone first, or several people can play it together."