Zhao Yuanlang saw Qianli slowly flying up with Cheng Zhaozhao, breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly fished Cheng Zhaozhao back to the edge of the cliff.

"Senior Sister Cheng, you are in danger. ”

"Thank you. ”

Cheng Zhaozhao had palpitations.

glanced at Qianli, who was so tired that he collapsed to the side, and said, "It's almost at the bottom of the cliff, can't you fly down?"

Chisato stiffened and gurgled twice.

"Didn't I just think of it?"

"Giggle!" Chisato lifted his neck in smugness.

"Yes, yes, you saved me, I won't talk about you!"

For the sake of Qianli really saving her life, Cheng Zhaozhao made it proud.

Zhao Yuanlang smiled.

is noisy and noisy on weekdays, but can live and die at critical moments, this man and beast should be really interesting.

......

The autumn wind is bleak, and the atmosphere of slaughter spreads.

The bamboo forest is full of withered yellow fallen leaves, covered with a thick layer.

The former verdant bamboo building has also become a color that complements the surroundings.

It's just that in this way, the bamboo building looks a little dull.

In order to make the residence look less lifeless, Cheng Zhaozhao bought some red lanterns filled with obsidian from the fang market and hung them on the eaves of the bamboo house, which made the bamboo house a little happy.

Ever since it could spread its wings and fly, it has been flying all day long.

Only occasionally can you see it 'writing hard' in the small bamboo hut above.

Thousands of miles can spread its wings and fly, which can be regarded as solving a big stone in Cheng Zhaozhao's heart all along.

In this regard, Cheng Zhaozhao felt that it was now flying, and as long as it could come back on time every day, he didn't care about it.

She's busy during this time.

Because each subject has ushered in an annual assessment.

Not only her, but all the disciples of the Firmament Pavilion became hurried.

Even Changle buried his head in the library to record those lessons about the dojo.

Cheng Zhaozhao performed well in the four courses of art, etiquette, Taoism, and cultivation, and he will play steadily at that time, and the interest rate that can be passed is still quite large.

The room hasn't started yet, so I don't have to worry about it.

And the most troublesome thing for Cheng Zhaozhao is the music class, obviously she is excellent in identification.

This shows that she is not a person who does not understand music theory, but why every time she does it, the lethality is really-

Amazing!

In this regard, the step-by-step approach is no longer viable.

She'd have to find a different way.

Cheng Zhaozhao couldn't help but think of someone, if he was willing to teach, maybe she would still be saved.

It's just a bit harder to do that!

But she tried it first.

Carrying a piano, Cheng Zhaozhao came to the depths of the bamboo forest and sat down where he had met the previous one.

Then I played the piano.

Bang Bang Bang!

Bang bang bang!

The piercing sound of the piano surrounds the forest, and countless bamboo leaves fall.

After a song, the surroundings are as quiet as chickens.

Cheng Zhaozhao sighed, glanced around, regained his strength and continued to wave his hand on the piano.

Just as he was about to fire, a cold wind hit behind him, and his back spine shone.

Cheng Zhaozhao swallowed his saliva carefully, and immediately turned around and saluted respectfully: "I've seen the predecessors of Biyi!"

"Hmph, you have good skills, knowing that Benjun will not be able to stand your broken piano sound, and will show up to stop it. ”

Biyi flicked his sleeves and gracefully sat down on the big rock he was used to sitting on.

Cheng Zhaozhao smiled flatteringly and said frankly: "Where, it's just that the juniors think that if there is someone in this world who can improve the piano sound of the juniors, it must be none other than the seniors." ”

Biyi raised her eyebrows, and the good-looking Danfeng glanced at her: "So, do you want Benjun to teach you to play the piano?"

"Uh-huh. ”

Cheng Zhaozhao nodded again and again, and then said sincerely: "The predecessor is wise." The juniors really really beg the seniors for guidance, even if it is just in case, the juniors will benefit immensely......"

"Good. ”

"If it's a senior, are you willing to ...... Senior, what did you just say?" Cheng Zhaozhao felt a little auditory hallucination.

"From tomorrow, dusk will come here, and I won't say my words a second time. ”

As soon as Biyi waved his hand, a piano full of aura appeared in front of him, which was the Fuxi qin that he cherished very much.

Cheng Zhaozhao had prepared a lot of words, thinking about how to persuade this senior to teach her to play the piano, but he didn't think that he had already agreed.

Cheng Zhaozhao hurriedly bowed: "Thank you seniors, the juniors will definitely come here on time." ”

As he spoke, he put away his piano and sat down obediently.

Biyi nodded in satisfaction, and his slender hands began to flick the strings.

His beautiful piano sound can often make Cheng Zhaozhao think of some beautiful things, just like at this moment, Cheng Zhaozhao thinks of the dream before.

Mountain paths, misty clouds, floating cloud fairy palace, white jade pavilion......

At the end of the song, Cheng Zhaozhao couldn't help but say: "Maybe the seniors don't believe it, but the juniors dream of the seniors one day." ”

Biyi flicked his cheek: "Anyone who has seen Benjun's beauty has all said so." ”

"I just don't know what it's like to be by my seniors' side?"

Cheng Zhaozhao felt that most of the memories in the dream might have been forgotten by the time she woke up.

Biyi paused slightly, and said, "What have you dreamed of?"

"I dreamed that my predecessors were playing the piano in a white jade pavilion, and I wanted to listen to the sound of the seniors' piano, but unfortunately I couldn't help it in my dream. Cheng Zhaozhao said.

Biyi glanced down at Cheng Zhaozhao and suddenly smiled.

This smile can be called a country and a city, and Cheng Zhaozhao, who was looking directly, couldn't help but wipe the corners of his mouth.

"It's really a dream. If the little guy dreams of Benjun again in the future, remember to stay and drink spiritual tea before leaving. Bichi's gaze at her softened.

Cheng Zhaozhao said 'oh': "If you can, the younger generation will strive to dream of the senior again." ”

Biyi smiled: "Many years ago, there was also a female disciple who said the same thing to Benjun. ”

"Oh, which senior?"

Biyi frowned, as if recalling, and finally just shook his head: "Siren has passed away, and Benjun doesn't want to mention it again." ”

Hearing this, Cheng Zhaozhao stopped asking with great interest, and asked instead: "Senior Biyi, the disciple has a question to ask." ”

Biyi was holding a mirror to admire his face, and said casually, "You say." ”

"Since the seniors are the predecessors of Yuanying, they must be very prestigious in the door, but why can't the younger generations find the relevant records of the seniors in the library pavilion?"

"Do you want to check Ben-kun?" Biyi glanced at her with a wink.

"No, no, the seniors misunderstood. ”

Cheng Zhaozhao hurriedly bowed his hand, and said with a sincere gaze: "The juniors just haven't gotten along with the predecessors of Yuanying yet, and they are worried that they will annoy the seniors abruptly, so I want to know about the life deeds of the seniors." ”

"But he understands it. ”

Biyi said casually: "With your kind of cultivation, all you can see are ordinary things in the Library Pavilion.

Ben Jun dared to say that the tens of thousands of low-level disciples in the sect could know in the Library Pavilion, and the sum would probably not be more than that of a Jindan monk. ”

"That's right!"

It turns out that it's because the realm is not enough?

No wonder she wanted to find information about Jun Xin, but so far she has found nothing.

"The more you know, the more you know, the better it may not be a good thing for you. ”

A Zhao ascends to immortality