Chapter 675

In the eastern part of the Great Wilderness, Bodhi Temple.

Xiyue is playing chess with the old monk on the stone table in the yard outside the guest room of the Buddhist monastery.

"You usually take Bodhi Nectar very seriously and are very stingy. Why did Yuren come to borrow it so readily this time?"

The old monk smiled and said, "If something happened to Jianmu, it would be a major event in the world, not a matter of Yu people. Don't be petty, don't be petty."

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

The old monk smiled honestly: "The way of divination and calculation may not be exclusive to the benefactor."

"Forget about the result, Jian Mu is fine, and it may not be necessary to use your nectar, so do you want to be a favor?"

"Exactly."

Xiyue became a little interested: "What hexagram?"

"Withered poplars bloom."

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

The old monk smiled more honestly: "Ah? Doesn't it mean that the dead wood is reborn?"

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

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

Xiyue snorted, her face smelly: "Yes."

With a "snap", the chess piece fell, and the chessboard almost cracked: "Old Taoist nun with a straight face and orange skin? You wait for my old lady."

The old monk's face twitched, and he said slowly: "Actually, there is a problem with Yuren's Jianmu branch this time, and it also reflects a terrible thing. Don't the benefactor care?"

Xiyue said casually: "It reflects that Jianmu itself is already decaying? Otherwise, it is impossible for ordinary methods to toss its branches... It can only be that it is not strong enough, and it is not Jianmu as we know it."

"That's right... the benefactor's heart is still clear." The old monk pondered, "Jianmu is very closely related to this world, if something goes wrong..."

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

The old monk was silent.

Xiyue glanced at him: "Don't act like you are worried about the world here, I don't believe you can't guess the root cause of Jianmu's decline."

The heavenly beings plundered 90% of the world's aura, and the energy supply needed by Jianmu couldn't keep up, and sooner or later it would decline more and more. As long as you know the existence of heavenly beings, there is almost no need to guess the reason.

The only thing that needs to be guessed is why the heavenly man didn't directly occupy Jianmu, and whether he had any secret discussions with Longzi.

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 indifferently: "Could it be that the benefactor dares to ask?"

"Dare, it's just an inconvenience."

"Then how much difference..."

Xiyue was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice: "Anyway...someone is there, I want to know how much he can uncover."

The old monk was stunned: "Could it be...the one who got drunk with the benefactor?"

"Crack!" Xiyue patted a chess piece again, eyebrows raised upside down: "You have countless descriptions, why did you choose this one?"

The old monk grinned: "Because...it's too rare."

Xiyue glared, and the monk smiled. At this time, a monk rushed in: "The feathered messenger has come and sent back the bodhi branch."

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

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

…………

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

This is no longer the courtyard of house arrest, it is beside the temple, under the sacred tree, where the core leaders of Yuren live. The pond water in the courtyard is the spring of aura, and the cliff behind the house is the water of mother and son. The high-end atmosphere is instantly upgraded, and the guards are also very strict. An An carefully passed through many guards, but what he got was the kind smiles of the feathermen, and they all said: "Young master told me that Princess An An can go to see him directly when she comes, and there is no need to report."

Then she assigned two little Yuren girls to lead her the way.

An'an decided in her heart that Mr. Yin Dao is indeed a gentleman, and the biggest sign of a gentleman is to remember love, and he will not take her sacrifices of the clam clan for granted.

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

As for what to do next, An An didn't know. At present, the Nine Kings have not expressed anything to the clam girl, and it seems that they have not vented their anger... It is best never to.

Whether there is or not, Prisoner Niu Dawang's concert is still something that the clam 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 ajar and there was no force, and it was pushed open as soon as it was knocked.

Qin Yi was sitting on the desk in front of the window, writing something with a pen in his hand. At this moment, he froze there and watched her barge in.

"First, sir?" Seeing Qin Yi's twitching face, An An said cautiously, "Did you disturb sir?"

"No, no." Qin Yi coughed 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 looked forward with a happy expression. She was indeed writing a new score, and it was half written. After a few days of teaching before, An An is not a complete novice now, and can understand that this score is not a solo score, it may be for an ensemble.

"There are still more than ten days before the concert. I think you can barely learn the basics of flute, but it's impossible to play good music." Qin Yi said as expected: "I asked the feathermen, It is said that the king only wants good music, not that you have to perform from all races, if you can attract foreign aid and play music that it is satisfied with, it will only be happy, and there is absolutely no objection."

An An nodded: "Yes, the king just wants to get different music, and there is no racial limit. To be honest, An An also thought about it before, and wanted my husband to go with An An... I am afraid that my husband will not, so I am sorry to mention it. .”

Qin Yi smiled and said: "I'm not taking advantage of you, and I'm telling you the truth, I want to get close to the prisoner cow, and I hope you can take me in. So it's me begging you, not you begging me."

An An smiled: "Mr. is indeed a gentleman. Since this is the case, it is a matter of everyone's satisfaction, so who can ask whom?"

Qin Yi said: "Then you read the score, we have been practicing this piece full-time these days."

An An saluted: "Yes."

Yu Chang glared at An An and said, "You usually wrap yourself in a shell, how can you talk in front of my husband, and speak more smoothly than anyone else? Every mouthful is a gentleman, and you hit it off... How do you want to get along with my husband? ?”

It's okay when there's no one around, but when someone said that, An An's face turned red.

When the shells were closed, a pillar stood in the middle. A crying voice came from the pillar: "It's just a ensemble..."

Yu Chang opened his mouth, the feeling of being bullied, even the pleasure of tearing was gone. It's not as good as tearing it up with the Taoist nun and the witch back then, it's boring.

Qin Yi was also full of ellipses, and he suddenly realized a serious problem.

These days, I feel that An An is quite normal except that she is not very enlightened... But judging by her performance, she will be locked up like a pillar when she plays in front of the public, right?

Then play a ball?

Daily training and performing in front of the public are two different things. Most people don’t pant for more than ten minutes when they wear earphones to scold their teammates, but when they stand on the podium, they stutter for a long time and can’t fart. What's the use of playing like a model during practice, but it's all broken when you're on stage.

"This won't work." Qin Yi, who was a music teacher for the first time, finally realized the key problem, got up and walked back and forth a few steps, stood on the side of the pillar, and knocked on the shell.

The clam shell opened a crack, and the beautiful eyes inside blinked.

Qin Yi said with a straight face: "When it comes to playing the flute, you regard me as a teacher, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, An An is sincerely learning the flute."

"Then you follow all my training methods, right?"

An An felt that something was wrong, and her voice became quieter: "Yes..."

"Well, from now on, you open the clamshell so wide that it cannot be closed, and then stand at the gate of the Featherman's Temple for an hour."

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

"Pfft..." Yu Chang burst out laughing. This time is the time when countless feathered people go to the temple to pray. Will this girl faint when people watch her clamshell for an hour?

The shame and anger disappeared in an instant, and she even felt that her husband was venting his anger on her.

Well, it must be.