Fairy, Please Take Care of Yourself

东部 Eastern Wilderness, Bodhi Temple.

Xi Xiyue was playing chess with the old monk on the stone table outside the Zen room.

"You usually take Bodhi nectar very seriously and you are very stingy. Why did Yuren borrow this so easily?"

Lao Monk smiled and gave birth to a son: "If something really happened to Jianmu, it is a big thing in the world, not a matter of feathers. You must not be stingy, you must not be stingy."

Xi Xiyue whispered: "The monk is not honest. You look so relaxed, but don't feel any worry."

The old monk smiled kindly: "The way of calculating is not necessarily exclusive to the donor."

"You calculated the result, Jianmu is okay, you may not need to use your nectar, so be a good friend?"

"Exactly."

Xi Xiyue has a little interest: "What hexagram?"

"Withered Yang Shenghua."

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

The old monk's smile grew deeper and thicker: "Ah? Doesn't it mean that dead wood is born again?"

"That's an old woman ... forget it, if you should be on Jianmu, you can't say that there is something wrong with it." Xi Yue pouted and said, "It doesn't matter to me anyway."

The old monk laughed and said, "That's right. Who dares to say the old woman?"

Xi Xiyue snorted, his face stinking: "Yes."

With a crackling sound, the chess pieces dropped, and the chessboard almost cracked: "Boss face orange peel old aunt? You wait for the old lady."

The old monk twitched on his face, and then slowly said, "Actually, this time the branch of Yuren's construction has broken down, and it also reflects a terrible thing. Does the donor not care?"

Xi Xiyue said casually: "It reflects that Jianmu itself is already declining? Otherwise, it is unlikely that ordinary means will frustrate its branches ... It may only be that it is not tough enough, not Jianmu as we know it."

"To ... the donor's heart is still bright." The old monk groaned: "Jianmu is very relevant to this world. If something goes wrong ..."

Xi Xiyue said faintly: "We can't get in, what can I think?"

The old monk was silent.

Xi Xiyue glanced at him: "Less here to worry about the world, I don't believe you can't guess the root cause of Jianmu's decline."

The heavenly people grabbed 90% of the world's aura, and the energy supply required for building wood simply couldn't keep up, and sooner or later would decline. As long as you know that the heavenly beings exist, you rarely need to guess this reason.

The only thing that needs to be guessed is why the heavenly people do not directly occupy the building wood, and whether there is any secret discussion with the dragon.

The old monk sighed.

Xi Xiyue said: "You dare not ask the fundamental factors, what's the use of Jianmu alone?"

The old monk said lightly, "Did the donor dare to ask?"

敢 "Dare, just inconvenience."

"How much difference then ..."

Xi Xiyue was silent for a moment, and whispered: "Anyway ... someone is there, I would like to know how much he can reveal."

The old monk stunned: "Willn't it be ... the one drunk with the donor?"

"Crap!" Xiyue took another pawn, Liu Mei raised his head upright: "You have countless descriptions, why did you choose this alone?"

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

Xi Xiyue stared angrily, and the monk smiled. At this moment, a monk hurried in: "The messenger of the feathers came and sent back the bodhi branches."

The old monk stroked his palm and smiled: "It really dried up Yang Shenghua."

Xi Xiyue always felt that he was suggesting who, but there was no evidence.

Uh ...

Under the guidance of two feathers, Lu Anan arrived in Qin Yi's new home.

This is not a house under house arrest. It is on the bank of the temple, under the holy wood, where the core leaders of Yuren live. The pond water in the courtyard is the fountain of aura, and the cliff behind the house is the water of the mother and mother. The high-end atmosphere is instantly graded, and the guard is very strict. An An carefully passed through the heavy guards, but got the friendly smiles of the feathers, all said: "My aunt ordered that Princess An An can come to see him directly without the need for ultimatum."

Then also divided two little feather girls to show her the way.

Lu Anan was certain that Mr. Andao was a gentleman. The gentleman's biggest sign was to remember his affection, and he would not take her mussel's efforts for granted.

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

As for what to do next, An An doesn't know. At present, the nine kings have not expressed anything to the mussel daughter. It seems that they are not angry ... It is best to never.

Regardless of whether or not, the concert of the prisoner bull king or the mussel girl must do good things, the flute to learn should continue.

Lu An'an knocked on Qin Yi's door: "Sir, An An comes to learn flute."

As a result, the door was concealed and unforced, and opened as soon as it was knocked.

Qin Yi was sitting on the desk in front of the window, writing with a pen. At this moment, she watched her break in in a daze. There was a commotion under the table, and soon she discovered a pair of wings, and then the wings covered her face. Run away.

Lu Anan couldn't understand this silent mime. What duck did Yu Shang do under the table? What duck hurriedly? It's not polite to say hello.

"First, sir?" Seeing Qin Yi's face twitching, An An carefully said, "Don't you disturb Mr.?"

"No, no." Qin Yi coughed twice and sat upright. "You came just right, I'm writing a new score for you."

She Anan was relieved, and looked forward with joy, and she was really writing a new score, half of which. After a few days of teaching, An An is not completely white at the moment. He can understand that this score is not a solo score, it may be an ensemble.

"There are still more than ten days before the concert. I think you can barely learn the basics of flute, but it is impossible to play good music." Qin Yi said: "I asked Yu people, Saying that the king is only good music, it does not mean that your ethnic groups should perform. If you can attract foreign aid and play its satisfactory music, it will only be happy and absolutely have no opinion. "

An An nodded: "Yeah, the king just hopes to get different music, and there is no race limit. It's true, An An had thought about it before, and wanted to let Mr. and An An go together ... I'm afraid Mr. refused to mention . "

Qin Yi laughed: "I don't take advantage of you, and I tell you the truth, I want to be close to the prison cow, I hope you can bring me in. So it should be I beg you, not you beg me."

Luan An laughed: "Mr. Gentleman is really frank. In this case, it is a matter of joy and love, and who is asking who?"

Wu Qinyi said: "Then you read the score, we will practice this song full-time these days."

Luan An saluting: "Yes."

Yu Shang, who had just ran out, came back with her mouth cornered, staring at An An: "You usually wrap yourself around with a shell. How can you talk in front of my husband and speak better than anyone? A gentleman speaks calmly and hits it right away. What the **** ... what do you want to do with my husband? "

When there was no one, there was nothing. When someone said that, An An was flushed with embarrassment.

The clam shells closed together and a pillar stood in the middle. A crying voice came from the pillar: "Just the ensemble, the ensemble ..."

Yan Yushang opened her mouth, this bullying feeling, even the tearful pleasure. It would be better to tear up with that aunt and the witch at first, boring.

Qi Qin Yi also abbreviated the abbreviation, he suddenly realized a serious problem.

I feel that An An is quite normal except that I do n’t learn a lot about it these days. But if you look at this performance, should n’t you be locked up like a pillar when you play under the public?

How about playing a ball?

Daily training and performing in front of the public are two different things. Most people don't breathe for more than ten minutes when they use their headsets to scold teammates. Come. What's the use of playing decently during practice?

"This will not work." Qin Yi, who was a music teacher for the first time, finally realized the key issues, got up and took a few steps back and forth, stood on the side of the pillar, and knocked on the mussel shell.

The clam shell opened a seam, and its beautiful eyes blinked.

Qi Qin Yi said with a stern face: "On the flute, do you treat me like a teacher, right?"

"Yes, yes, An An learns flute sincerely."

"You all follow my training methods, right?"

Lu An'an felt uncomfortable, her voice went down: "Yeah ..."

"Okay, now, you open the clam shell, you can't open it so much, and then stand at the door of the Yuren Temple, and stand there for an hour."

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

"噗 ......" Yu Chang sprayed out with a smile. This time is the time for countless feathers to go to the temple to pray. Will the girl pass out for an hour in that mussel shell?

The shame of being smashed under the table disappeared instantly, and she even felt that it was the husband who was angry for herself.

Hmm, it must be.

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