Because the music room is a place to cultivate the sentiments of monks, all the layouts are natural.

Le Neili is a ring space, a breeze courtyard, and in the distance is an endless blue sea and blue sky, which was greatly shocked by Cheng Zhaozhao's first visit.

Qianli's birthplace is the Beiyuan Snow Region, and there are not many opportunities to see the sea in Dongling, so Cheng Zhaozhao brought Qianli here today.

Qianli's gaze froze, just staring at the sea in the distance for a long time without making a sound.

Cheng Zhaozhao patted its head, thinking that it might have remembered everything from its childhood.

"Wait outside, don't run around. ”

The courtyard of the music room is the most quiet, and the shiny nanmu floor still carries wisps of fragrance until the end of the music room.

The interior is spacious and transparent, and the silk curtains hanging from the beams are soft, swaying in the wind, like a fairyland.

Countless low tables are placed next to each other, and the front and back are given places in turn, surrounded by rules, forming a huge circle.

When Cheng Zhaozhao arrived, there were already many disciples sitting in the inner row, and the spirit weapons of the zither, qin, and Xiao Zhiliu were placed on the low table.

Of course, there are many people like her who come empty-handed.

"Senior Sister Cheng, are we meeting again?"

With an uproar, Zhao Yuanlang sat on Cheng Zhaozhao's side.

Cheng Zhaozhao nodded slightly: "I've seen Senior Brother Zhao." ”

Her expression was too indifferent, which surprised Zhao Yuanlang a little: "I thought my junior sister would be angry." ”

In Zhao Yuanlang's mind, even if he is not angry, at least he will not have a good face.

"How could it be? Senior Brother Zhao was too worried. ”

Cheng Zhaozhao thought clearly, to treat a monk like Zhao Yuanlang, he must come along, so that he will soon feel bored.

Zhao Yuanlang didn't know what Cheng Zhaozhao was thinking, so he just smiled and waved his hand.

A white jade-colored spirit flute immediately appeared in front of him.

"Senior sister, what are you going to learn?"

"I haven't thought about it yet. Cheng Zhaozhao said truthfully.

"Brother Yuen Long, why didn't you tell me when you came?" Shen Jiao got up from a position with an excellent view in the inner row, and sat on the other side of Zhao Yuanlang with a guzheng in her hand.

Zhao Yuanlang nodded Shen Jiao's Qiong nose and said, "That location is excellent, what are you doing here?"

"I want to sit with my brother in Yuen Long. Otherwise, Brother Yuen Long will sit in front with me. Shen Jiao glanced at Cheng Zhaozhao and snorted lightly.

"Senior Sister Cheng, would you like to be together?"

Cheng Zhaozhao said lightly: "No need, although the location is good, it is too noisy, it is better to be quiet here." ”

Zhao Yuanlang was slightly stunned, and then said with a smile: "What Senior Sister Cheng said is very true. ”

Shen Jiao immediately said angrily: "What did you say!"

"Shhh, Senior Sister Shen, the bell is ringing. ”

When the bell rings, the room is safe.

I saw a female nun wearing a blue robe come and sit straight in the center of the music room.

“...... The Cangjian Sect is the place where Tianchu sword cultivators gather, and the founding sect has produced a lot of great sword cultivators so far.

However, the sword cultivation that can be mixed like a fish in water in Tianchu is not only because of their cultivation and swordsmanship, but also because of their behavior and unique charm.

This was the reason why the Cangjian Sect had opened so many classes in the Sky Pavilion. That's what you want to learn......"

The beautiful and peerless young female cultivator who came to teach in the music room today is called Shi Sheng.

"Brother Yuen Long, I heard that she is only a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, how can she come to teach us music theory?"

Zhao Yuanlang explained: "She used to be a monk of the Fengyin Sect, and she came to the Cangjian Sect after building the foundation, although her cultivation is not high, but she is extremely good at music and rhythm, which is not determined by the level of cultivation." ”

While speaking, Shi Sheng took out a guqin and shook it at the moment.

Cheng Zhaozhao looked at Shi Sheng expectantly, but from the time she first started playing, she knew that this was not the one Qianli met in the bamboo forest.

Although her piano sound is also melodious, it does not make her feel like a dream.

"Senior Brother Zhao, how many disciples are there in the sect who are good at the qin?" asked Cheng Zhaozhao.

This was the first time Cheng Zhaozhao took the initiative to ask him, and Zhao Yuanlang immediately turned his head sideways and said: "As far as I know, there are only 100 people in the music room who are very good at music, and only 10 people who can be called good at piano skills. ”

As he spoke, he pointed to a few introductions in the field and said, "Over there is Senior Sister Hua, who is cold, loves the piano, and is also good at gonghou." Senior Sister Jiang also plays the piano well. Senior Sister Ting, Senior Sister Niannian, and ......"

I have to say that for the female disciples in the sect, Zhao Yuanlang is really a treasure.

In a short time, Cheng Zhaozhao met most of the female disciples who were proficient in music and rhythm.

It's just that these female disciples are not the people she is looking for.

Shi Sheng over there said: "I know that there are also a lot of new disciples here today, so you can all come here to try these spiritual weapons." What to learn in the future should be decided as soon as possible. In short, when I evaluate my assignments, you must play a complete tune. ”

As he spoke, he pointed to a corner and said, "But you can't be fooled like Master Mu's nephew." ”

Following Shi Sheng's hope, when he saw that the disciple sitting in the corner was Mu Shengxun, there was a scream in the music room.

Mu Shengxun had a cold face and didn't say a word.

Shi Sheng motioned for the disciples to be quiet, waved his hand, and countless spiritual weapons appeared around him.

"Okay, you disciples who haven't made a decision can come forward and try it. After this lesson, the next time you come, you should prepare the necessary spiritual weapons, and do not come here empty-handed. ”

As soon as the words fell, a group of new disciples swarmed up.

Suddenly, all kinds of sounds came to mind in the music room, but it was surprisingly not noisy.

Cheng Zhaozhao also stepped forward, came to a piano and sat down, plucked the strings casually, but made a few 'bells' screeching sounds.

Shi Sheng got closer, frowned when he heard it, walked up to her and said, "You don't know the rhythm either?"

"I don't know how to play. Cheng Zhaozhao said calmly.

Shi Sheng slowly played a simple tune in front of Cheng Zhaozhao, and said, "Can you see it clearly?

Cheng Zhaozhao nodded, learning the gesture she had just made to play the guqin.

'Bell!'

'Bell, bell!'

The piercing sound of scraping porcelain sounded in the music room, and countless disciples stopped their instruments and covered their ears.

They only felt their blood surging and their heads dizzy.

"Stop, stop!"

Cheng Zhaozhao stopped at the moment, and said a little embarrassed: "Uncle Shi, I haven't finished playing yet." ”

"No, no need to play. I think you'd better look at the others. With a wave of his hand, Shi Sheng put away the piano.

"Okay. ”

Cheng Zhaozhao came to the other musical instruments again.

'Bang bang bang!'

'Bang bang!'

'Knock knock!'

The number of disciples in the music room gradually decreased.

Even Shi Sheng couldn't stand it, so he pressed Cheng Zhaozhao's hand to beat the drum and said, "You are the second disciple I have ever seen who is so unrhythmic." ”

Cheng Zhaozhao sighed: "Who is the first one?"

Shi Sheng pointed to the corner not far away: "Master Mu's nephew." ”

At the same time, Mu Shengxun held the flute in his hand and blew.

Toot toot!