Chapter 167: Ci Song, Who Is Training Hard, Tries to Find Out the Secrets of Heaven Again

Mo Yao was completely confused at this moment. Even if she was a fool, she had to know how precious this thing was. She also had no idea that the jade flute given to her by her father, who had only met her a few times, could have such an effect. Even if it was Even literary giants and calligraphers can't do it, right?

"It seems that you have been recognized by it, which is very good. I hope you can make good use of it in the future and don't bury it."

Ci Qibai did not respond to Mo Yao's question. He took a deep look at Mo Yao, his eyes full of relief.

Although Mo Yao was confused, she did not continue to ask. She knew that this jade flute was her father's wish.

"Yao'er, I hope you can understand that this marriage is not a simple exchange of interests, but an emotional union between two young people. I hope you and Ci Song can support each other and face the challenges of the future together."

Mo Yao raised her head and looked at Ci Qibai, her eyes shining with perseverance.

"Father, Yao'er understands what you mean. Although Yao'er is not sensible, Yao'er knows that marriage requires two people to work together. Yao'er will work hard to do this and make herself better."

Hearing Mo Yao's words, a smile appeared on Ci Qibai's face, "I believe you can do it."

"Get used to it slowly. I have some flute music here that you can practice."

Ci Qibai stood up, picked up a stack of music scores from the desk, and handed it to Mo Yao, "Practice slowly. If you don't understand anything, you can always ask me."

Mo Yao took the score and said with gratitude, "Yes, father."

Looking at Ci Qibai's leaving figure, a warm current surged in Mo Yao's heart. Although she didn't get along with Ci Qibai for a long time, she could feel the care and expectations of her elders for her.

Back in her room, Mo Yao sat at the table and opened the music score. She discovered that these music scores were all written using ancient music scores, and each piece of music exuded a faint fragrance of plum blossoms, as if it were the fragrance released by a jade flute.

Mo Yao began to practice seriously. She found that these songs were very beautiful and contained profound artistic conception. She felt as if she was in a world where plum blossoms were in full bloom, surrounded by a faint floral fragrance, and her state of mind became quiet and peaceful.

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On the other side, Ci Song, who was on the martial arts training ground, no longer knew how many times he had been defeated by Sun Buxiu, but every time he fell, he would stand up again and continue training.

At this time, he was already scarred, his originally clean and tidy clothes had become tattered, his body was covered with wounds, and his face was stained with dust and blood, but his eyes were always firm and sharp, like a head. The unyielding tiger.

Shang Han stood below, silently observing Ci Song's performance, and couldn't help but feel distressed in his heart. After all, Ci Song was a child who grew up beside them, and he didn't want to see him like this.

"Uncle Sun, let's continue."

Ci Song waved the Shui Han Sword in his hand again, pointing the sword directly at Sun Buxiu, and shouted.

Sun Buxiu looked at Ci Song, a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes. He nodded, moved, and attacked Ci Song again. He kept waving the wooden spear in his hand with a steady pace. Every attack carried a powerful force, as if he could defeat everything in the world.

The sword shadows and gun shadows continued to intersect, and fierce collisions suddenly sounded in the martial arts field. The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and the gun shadows were like dragons. The figures of the two people moved quickly, sometimes rolling and jumping, sometimes diving and striking sideways, as if two lightning bolts were flying in the air. Interchange in the air.

Time passed little by little, the sun gradually set in the west, and the sky gradually darkened. Ci Song had never stopped to rest since he started training. After Sun Bujiu's training ended, he experienced Zhuang Ya's torture, and finally began to follow Shi again. Yue practices basic swordsmanship, and the practice method is the same as two people fighting each other.

Gradually, Ci Song felt that his body had reached its limit. The pain from the wound became more and more severe, and all the strength in his body seemed to be drained away.

In the end, his vision went dark and he passed out. Shi Yue also hugged Ci Song in time. He looked at Ci Song, who was covered in bruises and unconscious, and sighed deeply, "I didn't expect the young master to be able to persist for such a long time. "

Sun Buxiu in the audience nodded at the same time and said: "Yes, this is the first time for the young master to undergo such high-intensity training, and it was still under the pressure of the bone forging armor. I thought the young master could only last for half a day at most. , even shorter, but I didn’t expect that he persisted.”

I saw Shang Han coming from a distance and said to Shi Yue on the stage: "Shi Yue, the medicinal bath is ready."

"Okay, I'll take the young master right away."

Shi Yue held Ci Song in her arms and flew away.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Just after Shi Yuegang left with Ci Song, Zhuang Ya, who was sitting next to Sun Buxiu, spit out a mouthful of blood. The gossip formed by the black and white talents around him was also wiped out, and his aura became disordered. He was obviously severely injured. But there was a bit of a smile on the corner of his mouth that was overflowing with blood.

"Lao Zhuang, what's wrong with you?"

Shang Han and Sun Buxiu quickly came to Zhuang Ya's side and asked in unison. At this time, Zhuang Ya looked very weak, like a candle in the wind. Not only that, blood also flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Two of the four evil hexagrams have been eliminated. The young master will have no worries about his life during this trip."

Shi Yue informed Shang Han and Sun Buxiu of the result of the divination. Because he had been peeping into the secrets of heaven, he could not open his eyes, his face was pale, and his whole body was shaking. He quickly took out a few pills he had made and swallowed them, and then he felt much better.

"The secrets of heaven cannot be leaked. I have been peeping into the secrets of heaven just now, and I have suffered a backlash. For the next period of time, I will not be able to use my own talents."

Shang Han and Sun Buxiu looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes. They did not expect that this divination would bring such a big backlash to Zhuang Ya, which had never happened before.

"But the result this time is good. The young master's life is safe, and I am very relieved. Hahaha." Zhuang Ya laughed.

"Shi Yue, are you sure about the result of your divination just now?" Shang Han asked in a deep voice.

Zhuang Ya's eyes were firm, and his tone was unhesitating, "Yes, I am sure. Among the four evil hexagrams, the other two have been broken. I am not omniscient and omnipotent, and I was unable to calculate which two hexagrams were broken this time, but I saw more things, and it was only because I glimpsed a corner of the future that the Great Dao was angry and backfired on me."

"What did you see?" Sun Buxiu asked curiously.

Zhuang Ya wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his tattered Taoist robe, and then smiled and said, "I saw that the young master had the dragon spirit of the mirage dragon on his body, which is a good omen."

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