The eastern part of the Great Wilderness, Bodhi Temple.

Xi Yue was playing chess with the old monk on the stone table in the courtyard outside the guest room of the Zen monastery.

"You usually take Bodhi nectar very seriously, and you are very stingy, why did Yuren come to borrow it this time, so refreshingly?"

The old monk smiled and fell: "If something really happens to Jianmu, it is a major event in the world, not a matter of Yuren." Don't be stingy, don't be stingy. ”

Xiyue sneered: "The monk is not honest, you look so leisurely, but you don't feel any worries." ”

The old monk smiled innocently: "The way of divination may not be exclusive to the donor. ”

"You calculated the result, Jianmu is fine, maybe you don't need to use your nectar, so be a favor?"

"Exactly. ”

Xiyue became a little interested: "What hexagram?"

"Dry poplars. ”

Xiyue was stunned: "Are you sure you know the meaning of this hexagram?"

The old monk's smile became more and more innocent: "Ah, isn't it the meaning of the rebirth of dead wood?"

"That's an old woman...... Forget it, if it should be on Jianmu, you can't say that there is anything wrong with this explanation. Xiyue pursed her lips and responded casually: "Anyway, it has nothing to do with me." ”

The old monk smiled: "Of course, who dares to say that the donor is an old woman?"

Xiyue snorted, her face was stinky: "Yes." ”

With a "snap", the chess pieces fell, and the chessboard almost cracked: "Old Dao Aunt with a plate face and orange peel? ”

The old monk's face twitched, and he said slowly: "Actually, there is a problem with the building wood branch of the feather people this time, and it also reflects a very fatal thing, doesn't the donor care?"

Xi Yue said casually: "It reflects that Jianmu itself is already decaying, otherwise it is unlikely that ordinary means will be able to move its branches...... It's just that it's not tough enough anymore, and it's not the building wood we know. ”

"Right...... The donor's heart is still bright. The old monk muttered: "Jianmu is very related to this life, if something goes wrong......"

Xiyue said lightly: "We can't get in again, what can we think?"

The old monk was silent.

Xiyue glanced at him: "Don't worry about the world here, I don't believe you can't guess the root cause of the decline of Jianmu." ”

Ninety percent of the aura of the heavenly people swept the world, and the energy supply required to build the wood could not keep up at all, and sooner or later it would become more and more weak. As long as you know that heavenly people exist, there is almost no need to guess this reason.

The only thing that needs to be guessed is why the heavenly people don't directly occupy Jianmu, and whether there is any secret discussion with the dragon son.

The old monk sighed.

Xiyue said: "You don't dare to ask about the fundamental factors, what's the use of asking Jianmu alone?"

The old monk said lightly: "Could it be that the donor dares to ask?"

"Dare, just inconvenient. ”

"So how much difference ......?"

Xiyue was silent for a moment and said in a low voice, "Anyway...... Somebody's there, I wonder how much he can uncover. ”

The old monk was stunned: "It won't be...... The one who got drunk with the benefactor?"

"Smack!" Xiyue slapped a chess piece again, and her willow eyebrows were upside down: "You have countless descriptions, why do you choose this alone?"

The old monk grinned: "Because...... Too rare. ”

Xiyue glared angrily, and the monk smiled. At this moment, a monk hurriedly entered: "The feather messenger is here and has sent back the Bodhi branch." ”

The old monk stroked his palms and smiled: "Sure enough, the withered poplars are blooming." ”

Xiyue always felt that he was hinting at someone, but there was no evidence.

............

An An arrived at Qin Yi's new residence under the guidance of two feathers.

This is not the courtyard of house arrest, it is the side of the temple, under the holy tree, where the core leader of the feather people lives. The water in the pond in the courtyard is the spring of aura, and the cliff stream behind the house is the water of the mother and son, which is instantly high-end and high-grade, and the guards are also very strict. An An cautiously passed through the guards, but what he got was the kind smile of the feather people, and they all said: "Uncle commanded, Princess An An can go to see him directly when she comes, and there is no need to pass through." ”

Then she also divided two little girls to show her the way.

An Anxin is a little determined, Mr. Dark Dao is really still a gentleman, and the biggest sign of a gentleman is to remember his feelings, and he will not take her Beng's contribution for granted.

It's good to have this intention, at least you don't feel that you have fed the dog with kindness.

As for what to do next, An An doesn't know. At present, the Nine Kings have not said anything to the clam girl, and they don't seem to be angry...... It's better never to have one.

Whether there is or not, the concert of the Imprisoned Bull King is still something that the mussel girl must do well, and the flute that should be learned must continue.

An An knocked on Qin Yi's door: "Sir, An An is here to learn the flute." ”

As a result, the door was concealed and not forced, and it was pushed open when there was a knock.

Qin Yi sat on the desk in front of the window, writing something with a pen in his hand, and froze there at this time and watched her break in, there was a commotion under the table, and soon a pair of wings poked out, and then the wings covered his face, and ran away with a smoke.

An An couldn't understand this silent pantomime at all, what kind of duck was Yushang doing under the table? What duck was running in a hurry? I didn't say hello, it was really rude.

"First, sir?" Seeing Qin Yi's face twitching, An An said cautiously: "Didn't disturb Mr.

"No, no. Qin Yi coughed dryly twice and sat up straight: "You came just in time, I'm writing a new score for you." ”

An An breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped forward to take a look with a happy expression, and sure enough, he was writing a new score, and he was halfway through it. After a few days of teaching, An An is not a complete novice now, and can understand that this score is not a solo score, it may be for ensemble.

"There are still more than ten days before the concert, and I think you can barely learn the basics of the flute, but it is impossible to play any good music. Qin Yi really said: "I asked the Yu people, saying that the king just wants good music, not that you all races have to perform, if you can attract foreign aid and play a piece of music that is satisfactory to it, it will only be happy, and there is absolutely no opinion." ”

An An nodded: "Yes, the king just wants to get different music, and there is no limit to race." To tell the truth, An An had thought so before, and wanted Mr. to go with An An...... I'm afraid that Mr. won't want to, so I'm embarrassed to mention it. ”

Qin Yi smiled: "I don't take advantage of you, and I'll tell you the truth, I want to get close to the prison cow, I hope you can take me in." So I beg you, not you. ”

An An smiled: "Mr. is indeed a gentleman and frank. In this case, it is a matter of everyone being happy and hitting it off, so where can anyone ask whom?"

Qin Yi said: "Then you read the music, we will strengthen the practice of this piece full-time these days." ”

An An saluted: "Yes." ”

Yu Xiang, who had just run out, came back with the corners of his mouth wiped his mouth, glared at An An and said: "You usually wrap yourself in a shell at every turn, how can you talk eloquently in front of my husband, and speak more smoothly than anyone else? A gentleman is frank, and he hits it off or something...... What do you want to do with my husband?"

It's nothing when no one is around, and when someone says this, An An's face turns red.

As soon as the shells of the mussels were closed, a pillar stood in the center. There was a crying voice from the pillar: "It's just a chorus, an ensemble......"

Yu Sheng opened her mouth, this feeling of bullying people, even the pleasure of tearing is gone. It's better to tear up with that aunt and the witch at the beginning, it's boring.

Qin Yi also had an ellipsis in his stomach, and he suddenly realized a serious problem.

These days, I feel that An An is quite normal except for not being very open-minded...... But looking at this performance, shouldn't it be closed up like a pillar when it is played under the public?

And play a ball?

Daily training and performing in front of the public are two different things, most people wear headsets to scold their teammates for more than ten minutes without breathing, and when they stand on the podium, they stutter and can't let out a fart for a long time. What's the use of playing like this when you practice, but when you go on stage, it all collapses.

"That's not going to work. Qin Yi, who was a music teacher for the first time, finally realized the key problem, got up and paced back and forth a few steps, stood on the edge of the pillar, and knocked on the mussel shell.

The mussel shell opened a slit, and the beautiful eyes blinked inside.

Qin Yi said with a straight face: "Regarding the matter of playing the flute, you regard me as a teacher, right?"

"Yes, yes, An An is sincere in learning the flute. ”

"Then you follow all my training methods, don't you?"

An An felt that it was not good, and his voice was lowered: "Yes......"

"Well, from now on, you open the shell of the mussel, open it so wide that you are not allowed to close it, and then stand at the door of the Yuren Temple, and stand for an hour. ”

"Huh?" An An's face turned green.

"Poof......" Feather Dress squirmed. This time is the time when countless feather people go to the temple to pray, and in that mussel shell for people to watch for an hour, will this girl faint?

The shame of being smashed under the table disappeared in an instant, and she even felt that this was her husband angry for herself.

Well, it must be.