The reason why people are lonely is often because they have no friends.
Most people in the world of martial arts have very few friends, because in the world of martial arts it's hard to tell the difference between true and false, and who would be willing to be honest with each other just to make a friend.
So Yue Izumo is very lucky that at least in this strange world, there is such a master who takes care of him so much.
Although he looks a little silly, his stupidity is heartwarming.
Everyone has feelings.
The woman in front of her pulled herself out from the crowd of killers and spent a whole night using her internal energy to open up her meridians.
Such a person, even if they are about the same age, cannot afford to call her master. .
Originally, Tsuki Izumo always felt that it would be embarrassing to have a master who was about the same age as him.
Only now did he realize that it seemed that it was not that difficult to say the word "master".
Feeling that his limbs were gradually regaining strength, Yue Izuyun was naturally ready to get up and restore his internal strength.
However, when he got out of bed, he found that the Hanxiang Maple xylophone had disappeared.
"Master, where is my piano?"
Yue Izuyun turned to look at Qingcheng who was meditating by himself and asked.
"What do you want Qin for?"
Qingcheng opened her eyes and asked curiously, "Hurry up and meditate with me."
Yue Izuyun shook his head and said: "How can I restore my inner strength without the piano?
I have never learned any advanced inner strength.
Meditation is too slow."
"Slow disciple, you haven't learned any profound internal skills, so it's impossible for you to inspire the song to create the style of music.
Logically speaking, even if you are in a state of obsession, but your own internal strength does not meet the requirements, you will not be able to comprehend such a thing.
The style of music.”
Yue Izuyun let out a long breath.
Originally, his cultivation should be a secret, but he didn't want to hide it from the people in front of him, so he said: "Although I have learned a rough inner skill secret book, I have only practiced it for a few days.
So I threw it away.
As for the internal energy, it is all cultivated automatically when playing the piano.
Although I don’t know why, the internal energy runs much faster every time I play the piano than when I meditate. " Qingcheng squinted his eyes and said with a look of disbelief: "You are kidding my teacher."
"What I said is true, and whether it's internal skills or sword skills, I seem to have automatically learned them from the music."
"My master suddenly regrets accepting you as my disciple.
My disciple's talent is so high.
What if I surpass my master in the future?
Wouldn't it be embarrassing for me?"
Qingcheng thought thoughtfully, and then continued to say to herself regardless of Yue Izuyun still in front of her.
He said to himself: "By the way, do I want to teach you Fengming Pavilion's best martial arts?"
, according to your talent, you will definitely reach my current level within five years.
By then, the master will not be able to beat the apprentice.
If you spread the word to the world, you will be laughed at, but if you don’t teach me, I feel that it is completely irresponsible for me to be your master.
"Apprentice, I'm so confused about what I should do."
“Assi Bar” Yue Izuyun felt his eyes go dark, and the divine beast roaring in his heart ran for more than a minute, and then he said with a helpless expression: "Master, is it really okay for you to say this in front of me like this?
Even if you don't I care about your majesty as a master.
At least I have some sense of existence.
Don’t just pretend that I don’t exist if you disagree with me.”
"Yeah."
Qingcheng nodded repeatedly.
She didn't know if she heard Yue Izuyun's complaints.
After a moment, Qingcheng slowly raised her head and looked at Yue Izuyun, her deep eyes seeming to see through him.
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"Well, who made me your master?
Your talent is so high.
If I don't teach you to be the best in the world, wouldn't it be a mistake for your talent?
It's so annoying.
In the future, someone will definitely say that Fengming Pavilion The leader cannot defeat his apprentice, life is so miserable." "" Yue Izuyun was speechless, thinking silently in his mind whether it was right or wrong to worship such a person as his teacher.
"Oh, apprentice, you just asked about your piano, right?
I almost died of exhaustion when I flew you so far alone last night.
You are still looking after your piano.
And your piano has long been shorted by that piano."
The sword is broken.
Even if you get it back, you can't repair it.
But don't worry.
Yesterday The place where you encountered the killer should have been guarded by officers and soldiers today, and the evidence at the scene should have arrived at King Qingping.
If you want it, you can get Qin back. " Qingcheng finally realized Yue Izuyun's question.
Said as if to comfort.
"In that case, I'll ask him to get the piano back when I see King Qingping next time.
But where is my flute?
You took me flying so far last night, so it's not like I even dropped the flute on the way."
"How come, isn't your flute on the table in front of the window?
Why, apprentice, can you restore your internal strength by playing the flute?"
Yue Izuyun nodded, turned around and found Jade Flute, then smiled again and said: "Of course."
Hearing this, Qingcheng seemed to think of something, and suddenly shook her head and smiled: "Master, I forgot.
The first time I heard you play the flute, I felt that the internal power in my body had a tendency to operate confidently, but it was indeed suppressed by me.
Originally, I was still I thought it was a bad thing that I had enough inner strength to start operating independently.
Now that you say this, I understand.
Okay, apprentice, please play a song and let me see how secret your flute sound is, but only if I don't listen.
It’s a great song.”
The music I have never heard before is naturally composed by Tsuki Izumo.
How could Yue Izumo, who had a world memory, be stumped by such a question?
He smiled conceitedly and turned the jade flute in his hand before his eyes.
After calming down, he randomly picked out a popular song from his memory.
Popular tunes.
The melodious long tune is the beginning of the whole song, which is indeed amazing and straight to the point.
But before Qingcheng could admire her for a moment, the flute sound suddenly changed, and the whole song unfolded with an extremely unrestrained rhythm.
That's right, the unrestrained Qingcheng couldn't find another word to describe such a magical song.
Although it is not unpleasant, for her who has been immersed in piano music for many years, such a style of music is really difficult to accept.
And as Yue Izuyun's mood became more and more intense, he couldn't help but put down his flute and let out a wanton wolf howl
.
""
Countless black lines were pulled down from his forehead.
If he hadn't seen that this guy was injured in front of him, Qingcheng was absolutely sure that he would have slapped this guy against the wall without hesitation and couldn't even dig it out.
"Apprentice, can you change the song to another one?
I suddenly found that I can't accept this song."
With a bright smile and an extremely gentle voice, this kind of charm naturally possesses unprecedented charm.
However, Yue Izumo saw a trace of cold murderous intent in the eyes of the woman in front of him, which was hidden under the smile, but it gave people an unabashed feeling.
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"Ah, don't you like this most dazzling ethnic song, Master?"
"I like it, of course I like it, but if you play this piece again, apprentice, I promise that I will let you go to heaven to play."
There was a chill behind Yue Izuyun, and she thought that flying the wind was not a human-shaped kite.
Then she seriously placed the jade flute in front of her eyes again, as if nothing had happened, and changed a song as fast as she could.
Sure enough, as the sound of the flute came, Qingcheng once again felt that her physical strength was slowly starting to work, and she secretly said in her heart that this matter must not be spread.
Looking at Yue Izuyun again, I have already closed my eyes, but the sound of the flute is still there.
The flute player seems to have entered a meditative state: