lerbook Chapter 371 What are you going to do (big chapter)
Chapter 371 What are you going to do (big chapter)
Zaiyu took a deep breath and forced a smile: "I will adjust it well and won't let her see it!"
As she spoke, she looked worriedly in the direction where Wan He disappeared.
Wan He stood at the door and knocked on the door: "Master, are you asleep?"
"Come in--"
The place where Yan Mo lives is a secluded courtyard specially arranged by the Giant Spirit Clan, presumably because they know his temperament.
The two-story bamboo house by the lake has windows that reflect the sparkling waves on the water. Opposite is another house similar to this one, far away.
When Wan He went in, Yan Mo was blowing the night breeze on the bamboo platform outside and enjoying the night view.
"Master, are you hungry?"
Yan Mo looked sideways at her, the aroma came from her body, and it also carried the smell of earthly fireworks.
"Have you grilled kebabs?"
"Well, do you want to eat?"
Yan Mo waved his sleeves, and a fluorite appeared on the bamboo platform, which immediately illuminated the surrounding scene. Tables and chairs were displayed, and there were even two small bottles of cherry wine.
Wan He put the meat skewers on the plate and the two sat opposite each other.
The night breeze was blowing, and Yan Mo took a sip of wine before eating meat.
"Nine Heavens Competition, are you sure?"
Wan He picked up a bunch and handed it to him: "No!"
Yan Mo paused: "You are sincere!"
"Master, do you want us to win?"
"do not wish!"
Wan He paused: "Master is more sincere!"
Do you blame her for showing off?
Master is just a mess.
"However, I hope you defeat Penglai Immortal Island!"
Yan Mo took a bite of meat, and Wan He thought he was going to praise his skill at cooking, but when he heard this, before she could ask why, Yan Mo started coughing heavily. ,
"Cough cough cough, cough cough cough!"
Wan He was in a hurry, trying to pass him a glass of water, only to find that there was no water on the table.
In desperation, she grabbed the wine bottle and poured it into Yan Mo's mouth: "Master, can't you eat spicy food?
Slowly, slowly, slowly! "
Yan Mo choked even more: "Cough cough cough cough cough cough!"
Wan He hurriedly put down the wine bottle and picked up another one: "Not enough, right? No more, Master, there are only two bottles in total!"
Yan Mo didn't say a word. He drank a mouthful of meat and two bottles of wine. He frowned and waved his hands: "Xiao Qi, are you targeting my master?"
Wan He raised his hands in denial: "Master, you have misunderstood me!"
"Misunderstand?
The meat skewers you brought were sprinkled with at least three handfuls of chili peppers, and then you kept pouring wine for me. I just wanted to take a sip of meat and a sip of wine, chat with you, and enjoy the night view. When you came up, I just wanted to drink some wine. Why do you want to get drunk? "
Wan He felt aggrieved: "Is it so spicy?
I didn’t expect this. There is indeed no water on the table. I was worried that Master was too spicy..."
"I didn't tell you that my teacher... is too drunk?"
Yan Mo's eyelids were heavy, and he leaned to the side as if he hadn't finished speaking yet.
Wan He's eyes were sharp and his hands were quick to support him: "Master? Master?"
ah? what to do?
"The Biggest Villain Can't Drink Too Much"? ? ?
How is this possible?
She remembered that when they were burying clothes in Changning Island, didn't Master sit on the roof while blowing the night breeze, holding a bottle of cherry wine?
Can't drink it?
So what kind of character is it?
Wan He sighed and helped him up: "Master, can you sleep?"
Yan Mo: "Master, my hands are itchy and I want to play the piano! Oh, no, the piano is with you. Then I want to play the flute!"
Wan He's mouth twitched: "Playing the flute at this time?"
"The moon is dark and the wind is high, it's a good time to play the flute..."
Wan He paused and said, "How about you sit down first?"
Yan Mo shook his head: "I can't sit well..."
"Ok?"
"Let's go to the opposite side and play for the island owner. He really likes to play music for him as a teacher. Come on!"
As Yan Mo spoke, he disappeared from the spot. Not only did he disappear, he also pulled Wan He away.
The spiritual power fluctuated, and the lights in Songzhi's room remained the same, but the person was not there.
Yan Mo lay down on the soft couch and said, "What a pity that I have so much creative impulse but no audience!"
Wan He: "Master, are you really drunk?"
Yan Mo's face was crimson, and his lips were brightly colored. When he raised his eyes, the light was flowing, and he was actually a bit charming and lazy only in Jiu Ye.
Wan He's heartbeat quickened, he was indeed a villain, his beauty is misleading...
"Are you drunk when you look at the portrait of Master?"
"It looks very similar to me. I have a hangover pill here..."
Yan Mo stared at the hangover pill handed over by Wan He and took it with raised lips: "Keep it and eat it after I finish blowing it!"
While talking, Songzhi seemed to have found out something and came back in time.
"Brother Xian, what are you doing?"
"Island Master, don't blame me, my master is drunk..."
Wan He pretended to step forward to help Yan Mo. Yan Mo lowered his eyelashes, turned his wrist, and the mysterious flute appeared.
Songzhi's expression changed: "You..."
"Don't blame the island owner. My master likes to play the flute for others when he is drunk. He said that the island owner appreciates his playing music the most. He said he wanted to come over and play for the island owner!"
Wan He couldn't help Yan Mo, so he simply sat aside and touched the front with his hand, and Xuan Yao Qin appeared brightly.
Song Zhi's face changed again: "Wan He, you?"
Wan He: "Island Master, don't blame me. Master playing alone is too monotonous. When we were in the snowy land, he liked to ask my senior sister and me to accompany him. Our three appearance fees were all paid at one time.
But don't worry, Master drank too much and insisted on performing, so he won't ask you for money.
Oh, by the way, island owner, the funds for those things that were destroyed by three wolf dogs in our snowy area last time have not been repaid, right? "
Song Zhi's eyelids twitched: "If you are here to collect debts, you don't have to go to such trouble. When the Jiuxiao Competition is over and Penglai Immortal Island gets the reward, there will be 100,000 high-grade spiritual stones. When the time comes, take them all! "
Wan He snorted: "Island owner, what will you do if Penglai Immortal Island loses?"
Song Zhi's eyelids twitched even more: "Bah, bah, crow's mouth, Penglai losing will not be good for Xueyu. When we go out, we are a unit. Don't let other sects look down on us!"
Wan He took it seriously, plucked the strings, and sounded the first melody.
Song Zhi's face was horrified: "You should stop playing Xuan Yao Qin. Those songs from your snowy land are really not suitable for playing on such occasions..."
Wan He made another oh sound with his fingertips: "Island Master, I will play you a piece of music that you have never heard before. Master just agrees. Don't worry, there is no Master's music."
Song Zhixin thought, is there such a good thing?
He doesn't believe it.
The two masters and apprentices are full of evil, they belong to the big devil and the little devil. Besides, there is a gap between him and Yan Mo. He is not a music cultivator. Who knows if there will be a sudden break in between the two of them while they are playing. Turn around and come out with murderous intent?
It’s not surprising that he was cautious. After all, three hundred years ago, Yan Mo came to Penglai Immortal Island alone and said that he would play a song for him to celebrate his succession to the position of island master. As a result, while he was playing, Penglai Immortal Island began to fall apart. The howling of ghosts and wolves began.
The tragedy is still fresh in my memory, and I can't imagine whether he and Xiandao would still be there if there was no interference from the upper world at that time.
"Stop playing, stop playing. What are you going to do? Just tell me."
Song Zhi held down the Xuan Yao Qin.
When Wan He lifted the strings, his fingers were blown open. He looked at the line of tiny blood beads gradually appearing on his fingers in shock. He was extremely shocked: "Wan He, have you started practicing music?"
Wan He blinked: "What about music cultivation? I just like listening to music, so Master just gave me the Xuan Yao Qin to play.
A true music cultivator must be like Master and Senior Sister. How can someone like me, a half-way monk, get in? "
Song Zhi hid his fingers in his sleeves. He didn't believe a word of what Wan He said. His heart was filled with waves and he looked at Yan Mo.
Wan He's talent was incredible. Whatever Yan Mo wanted to teach, there was no difficulty or obstacle. Even if she could be trained into an all-round disciple, it would still be a matter of time.
However, I did not see Wan He playing the piano before. I only knew that her suona was very refreshing. Unexpectedly, Yan Mo was willing to give the Xuan Yao Qin that he had followed for many years to Wan He. The Xuan Yao Qin, which was much more powerful than Xuandi .
Wan He was definitely not left to play for fun. Just seeing that he was injured by a string after just touching it, it can be concluded that Wan He's attainments in music cultivation cannot be summarized in a few words.
There is a Yanmo Yinxiu in the Kunlun Snow Region, which is already terrifying. Now, another Wanhe appears. How should he deal with it?
"What's wrong, Island Master, you look bad?
Island owner, don’t blame me. Xuan Yao Qin has been with Master for many years. Senior brother said that Xuan Yao Qin is Master’s ribs, and the disciple doesn’t want other men to touch Master’s ribs..."
Song Zhi: You have said seven or eight hundred times that you should not blame him. Please tell me, can he really not be blamed?
Still qualified to blame?
Moreover, he didn't like touching Yan Mo's ribs...
Ah, I feel tired...
Song Zhi lifted up his robe and sat down: "We came out this time to compete with other sects. As the five great immortal sects with a strong reputation in Haixi, they should be twisted into one rope and work in one direction.
Just like in Fenghe City, when faced with a disaster, everyone should unite.
If there are any grievances, let’s discuss them when we get back. What do you think? "
"I don't think so!
Island Master, I drank too much. You know, if you drink too much and cannot control yourself, you can do anything.
I only remember that you have a Yang A box, and I have already asked you to get it once.
Yang Ah Box was originally in my hands, and you know exactly how it got into your hands.
In the past, I was of no use and I left it to you.
But over time, why did it become yours?
What you borrow must be returned! "
Songzhi frowned, his eyes became wary and guarded, and his resistance was obvious: "Yang Ah Box was indeed the brother's at first, but after the war between immortals and demons was over, after brother was handed over to the upper world, the upper world gave it to him as a reward. As a brother..."
"It's not the island owner's. What qualifications does the island owner have to hand it over?" Wan He slowly picked up a string, then it bounced back and produced a pleasant note.
Before coming, she was still confused as to why Yan Mo came to Song Zhi when he was drunk. Was there really an unknown closeness between the two?
Now she understood that Yan Mo was coming for Yang Ahe.
Come here, you can't go back empty-handed, playing the strings, smiling at the corner of your mouth, looking at Songzhi opposite, his eyes as calm as the moonlight outside the window, but Songzhi just felt a chill.
"You started late and don't know the inside story. The Yang Ah Box is a demonic thing and cannot be owned by monks. It should be handed over to the upper world to remove the demonic energy. Otherwise, it will live in the world and easily lead people astray!"
Songzhi explained patiently.
Wan He picked up a string again, paused with his fingertips, and the string fell back, producing a melodious note again. It is worth mentioning that the two notes were surprisingly coherent.
Yanmo Meifeng picked it up slightly and realized that this piece of music was not the music score he gave her.
"But as far as the disciples know, this Yang Ah Box was originally a genius magic weapon presented to the demon world by the upper world. It originally came from the upper world, so why is there demonic energy?
Could it be that the island owner is suspecting that someone in the upper world is secretly working with the demon world? "
Song Zhi turned his eyes and met Wan He's eyes.
The girl smiled lightly, her expression was calm, her fingers fell together, and her wrists bent, all showing softness and elegance, as well as calmness and indifference.
Her smile is more and more like Yan Mo, and her temperament and aura are also very similar to Yan Mo.
Song Zhi felt confused in his heart. He knew that after the battle between immortals and demons, Yan Mo was too lazy to prepare and never seriously taught his disciples.
But from this point of view, each of the disciples under Yan Mo is better than the other, and each one is more like Yan Mo than the other.
This is not because of poor teaching, it is clearly carved out of the same mold, even if it is a biological child, it is nothing more than this.
The Immortal Island was miserable, and so was he. One Yanmo was enough to give him a headache, but seven little Yanmo were recreated at once, and he didn't know how to deal with it.
"Wanhe, be careful what you say!" After much deliberation, he just said this dryly.
Wan He chuckled lightly: "Disciple is still young, so how do you know what to say carefully? Today, I came here just to accompany the master and play a song for the island owner. Don't blame the island owner, please just listen and enjoy it!"
Her fingertips plucked the strings at a steady pace, her eyes returned, and she concentrated on watching the notes on her fingertips.
After three or four notes, the tempo slowly increased until I felt restless and hesitant in my heart, but my face remained calm.
He didn't run away, firstly because he knew that if Yan Mo was looking for trouble, he wouldn't be able to escape.
Second, he felt that in Shengse Hainan, there were more than twenty sects outside. During the day, he had accepted compliments and flattery from countless people. If things got bigger, he would be the one to lose. It was only limited to the few sects in Shengse Haixi.
Third, he really wanted to see if Wan He had already entered the music cultivation school, and to find out how far Wan He's strength in music cultivation had reached.
The wind passed by the corridor, and the candlelight swayed, reflecting the shadows of the three people, overlapping and separating on the wall.
Wan He bounced around and suddenly fell into a trance.
Music from the strings poured out from time to time, and she saw a woman playing the piano quietly.
She was wearing a green dress, her eyes were lowered, and her fingers landed on the exact spot every time, making uninterrupted music. The candlelight swayed, and the wind gently blew her hair.
Turning around, there was slight movement on the lake. One or two swimming fish appeared in the sparkling waves, and then more and more swimming fish gathered near the bamboo house.
The sea brocade of various colors can also be seen with a bright touch under the moonlight.
In the distance, a bird fluttered its wings. In a moment, it approached the bamboo house, flapped its wings, and landed directly on the corridor. It tilted its head, as if listening to the music, but seemed to be looking at the girl playing the piano intently.