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What Song Yan didn't expect was that Murong Shuixiu came again, and chatted with him for an hour before leaving

"Is this a beauty trick?" Seeing off Murong Shuixiu again, Song Yan shook his head secretly.

At noon, the inner door canteen.

Compared with the outer canteen, the food in the inner canteen is richer and more nutritious.

"Are you Huang Liang?"

There was one more person at the dinner table, and Song Yan looked up and found a young man with a slightly thin figure and dark skin looking at him with hostile eyes.

"Who are you?"

The other party is not good, and Song Yan will naturally not be polite to the other party.

The other party looked cold, and said in a threatening tone: "To give you a piece of advice, it's best to stay away from Senior Sister Murong, she is not something that a toad like you can provoke!"

"Idiot. ”

Song Yan was speechless for a while, too lazy to talk nonsense with the other party, and buried his head in solving the demon beast meat on the plate.

"What are you talking about?" The other party's eyes suddenly widened, as if he couldn't believe that Song Yan dared to scold him.

"Stupid, don't stand here and affect my appetite, it's better to roll as far as you want!" Song Yan scolded again, he had never had a good impression of this kind of pretentious person.

"You dare to scold me?"

Song Yan pouted: "How strange, could it be that I scolded a dog just now, or do you have a problem with your IQ and can't understand human words!"

"You're looking for death!" Takakura's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"Do it, there's a kind of do it here, if you don't do it, you are my grandson!" Song Yan looked at each other playfully.

It is clearly recorded in the precept book that disciples are not allowed to use force in public, and once they do, they will be punished by the sect.

"Okay, Huang Liang, you're very good!" Takakura almost crushed his teeth before he restrained himself from making a move on Song Yan.

Takakura shook his hand away, but it attracted a burst of discussion in the cafeteria.

It is said that Song Yan was too arrogant, and he dared to confront the old inner disciples as soon as he entered the inner door.

Some people say that he doesn't know the height of the sky.

Others said that he would definitely be unlucky.

After lunch, Song Yan walked leisurely to his courtyard, but an inner disciple sent a letter of challenge.

The challenger was the black-faced kid Takakura who threatened him in the cafeteria.

Song Yan just glanced at it, and casually crumpled the challenge book and threw it into a nearby trash can.

Although that Gao Cang has the cultivation of Qi Refining Eightfold, he really can't provoke him to fight, not to mention, the day after tomorrow is the Inner Gate Dabi, so he doesn't have the heart to pay attention to this second goods.

"Senior Brother Huang, what do you mean by this?" The inner disciple who sent the letter couldn't help but be extremely annoyed when he saw this scene.

"Can't you see that I'm not interested in this kind of challenge!" Song Yan said disapprovingly.

"Are you afraid?" the disciple seemed to think of something, and said disdainfully, "Are you afraid that you will not be able to accept the challenge because you are afraid of losing to Senior Brother Gao?"

"Does it have a relationship with you for half a copper plate?" Song Yan said speechlessly.

"You...... You coward, you don't have the courage to be challenged!"

"It's your business!"

Song Yan said angrily, and strode away, too lazy to pay attention to this inner disciple who was also two.

But in the evening, Song Yan's great name spread among the inner disciples, not prestige, but fame.

Under the deliberate propaganda of some people, his behavior of not daring to fight has become synonymous with cowardice as a mouse.

When Song Yan went to the cafeteria for dinner, he found that there were many more people around him who were pointing at him.

Song Yan, who took these words in his ears, was not angry, but felt that these inner disciples were probably too idle to be so interested in this fart gossip.

Suddenly, Song Yan had an urge to come up with several entertainment items.

To be honest, the entertainment in this world is simply scarce, there is no chess, no Go, no poker, no songs, no dance.

The biggest entertainment is martial arts.

If you have an idea, you have to put it into practice, so after a hurried dinner, Song Yan returned to his courtyard and instructed Xiao Wu and Xiao Hu to prepare some things.

Two hours later, Song Yan made a pair of poker, a pair of chess, a pair of Go, a guitar, and a guqin.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Xiao Wu went to open the door and welcomed Murong Shuixiu in.

"Senior Brother Huang, I've heard about you and Gao Cang, I'm sorry, I caused you trouble!" Murong Shuixiu said apologetically, but there was a bit of pride in the depths of his eyes.

Song Yan waved his hand disapprerovingly: "It's okay, I didn't take this matter to heart!"

"But ......!"

Song Yan raised his hand to interrupt Murong Shuixiu's words, then walked to the guqin and sat down, and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Murong, you came just in time, I just made a guqin, I'll play a song for you." ”

"What is the guqin?" Murong Shuixiu said with some doubts.

"A musical instrument!"

"Is there such a musical instrument as the guqin in this world?" Murong Shuixiu was even more puzzled, and the musical instruments she knew were war drums, chimes and the like.

"I didn't have it before, but I have it now!" Song Yan had read a lot of books in the Zangjing Pavilion, and naturally knew that there was a shortage of musical instruments in this world, and with a chuckle, his fingers plucked the strings.

Although Song Yan did not draw the skills of the guqin, he learned it in the Great Qin world.

With the rapid flicking of Song Yan's fingers, a series of beautiful piano sounds floated out, and as soon as he heard this piano sound, Murong Shuixiu directly froze in place.

At this moment, Song Yan opened his mouth and sang:

Canghai laughed

The tide on both sides of the strait

As soon as Song Yan spoke, Murong Shuixiu felt a heroic aura rushing towards her face, which shook her atrium and trembled, and at the same time, it was as if an electric current was flowing through her body, with layers of goosebumps, and she said secretly, God, how can there be such a beautiful singing voice in this world.

The ups and downs follow the waves, only remember the present day

The sky laughs

The tide of the world

God knows who loses and who wins

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

In the end, Song Yan ended with a "la-la-la" sound, and looked up at Murong Shuixiu, who was still immersed in the singing just now and didn't walk out.

After a while, Murong Shuixiu excitedly walked up to Song Yan, grabbed his hand and said, "Senior Brother Huang, can you play and sing again?"

"Beauty can't refuse!"

Song Yan smiled lightly, and then plucked the strings again.

But what Song Yan didn't expect was that Murong Shuixiu actually begged him to play it six times before stopping.

Murong Shui's beautiful autumn eyes were faintly shining: "Senior Brother Huang, you are simply a genius, you can actually create such a beautiful singing voice, no, and the sound of this guqin is also very good!"

Song Yan was quite proud: "Yes, then I will play another song "Ambush on All Sides" for Senior Sister Murong." ”

Hearing this, Murong Shuixiu's eyes lit up: "Okay, play quickly!"

Different from the heroism of Canghai's laughter, this song of ambush on all sides is full of slaughter, which was originally played by the pipa, but Song Yan played it with the guqin, and it has a different taste, more atmospheric, more urgent, and it seems that the whole world is shrouded in murder.

Hearing this suddenly, Murong Shuixiu only felt a tight breath, but then closed his eyes and listened carefully, his face full of intoxication.

And at this moment, an inner disciple passed by outside the courtyard of Song Yan, heard the sound of the piano coming from the courtyard, and subconsciously paused his steps......

[Author's digression]: Three more