East of the Great Wilderness, Bodhi Temple.
Xiyue is playing chess with the old monk on the stone table in the courtyard outside the guest room of the Chanyuan.
"You usually take Bodhi nectar very seriously and are very stingy. Why did Yuren come to borrow it this time, and borrowed it so readily?"
The old monk smiled and dropped a son: "If something happens to Jianmu, it's a big event in the world, not a matter for Yuren. You can't be stingy, you can't be stingy."
Xiyue sneered: "The monk is not honest, you don't feel any worries with your leisurely appearance."
The old monk smiled honestly: "The way of fortune-telling is not necessarily exclusive to the donor."
"You calculate the result, Jianmu is fine, maybe you don't have to use your nectar, so be a favored person?"
"Exactly."
Xiyue is a little interested: "What hexagram?"
"Withered poplar flourishes."
"?" Xiyue was stunned: "Are you sure you know the meaning of this hexagram?"
The old monk's smile became more simple and honest: "Ah? Isn't it the meaning of rebirth of dead wood?"
"That's an old woman... Forget it, if it's about Jianmu, you can't say there's anything wrong with your interpretation." Xiyue curled her lips and responded casually, "It has nothing to do with me anyway."
The old monk smiled and said, "Of course, who would dare to say that the donor is an old woman?"
Xiyue snorted, her face stinky: "Yes."
With a bang, the chess piece fell, and the chessboard almost cracked: "Old Taoist girl with a face and orange peel? You wait for the 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 donor care?"
Xiyue said casually: "Reflecting that Jianmu itself is already declining? Otherwise, it is unlikely that ordinary means will move its branches... It may only be that it is not tough enough, and it is not the Jianmu we know."
"Yes... the donor's heart is still sharp." The old monk pondered: "Jianmu is very closely related to this world, if something goes wrong..."
Xiyue said lightly: "We can't get in again, what do you think?"
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."
Heavenly people plunder 90% of the world’s spiritual energy, and the energy supply required for building wood simply can’t keep up, and sooner or later it will become more and more declining. As long as you know that people in the sky exist, you almost don't need to guess the reason.
The only thing that needs to be guessed is why the people in heaven don't directly occupy Jianmu, and whether they have any secret discussions with Long Zi.
The old monk sighed.
Xiyue said: "You dare not ask about the fundamental factors. What's the use of asking Jianmu alone?"
The old monk said lightly, "Could it be that the donor dares to ask?"
"Dare, it's just inconvenient."
"How much difference does that make..."
Xiyue was silent for a moment, then whispered: "Anyway... someone is there, I would like to know how much he can reveal."
The old monk was stunned: "couldn't it be... the one who got drunk with the donor?"
"Crack!" Xiyue patted a chess piece again, and her eyebrows stood upright: "You have countless descriptions, why did you choose this one?"
The old monk grinned: "Because... it's too rare."
Xiyue glared angrily, and the monk smiled brightly. At this moment, a monk entered in a hurry: "The messenger of the feathered man has come and sent back the Bodhi branch."
The old monk stroked his palm and smiled: "Sure enough, withered poplars flourished."
Xiyue always felt that he was hinting at someone, but there was no evidence.
…
An An arrived at Qin Yi's new residence under the guidance of the two feathered men.
This is not the yard under house arrest, it is beside the temple, under the sacred tree, where the core leaders of the feathered live. The pool of water in the courtyard is the spring of spiritual energy, and the cliff behind the house is the water of mother and child. The atmosphere is high-end and the guard is very strict. An An carefully passed the guards, but what he got was the kind smiles of the feathers, who all said, "Uncle ordered that Princess An An can go to see him directly when she comes, no need to report."
Then, two feathered girls were divided to show her the way.
An An calmly settled down, Mr. Secret Dao is indeed a gentleman, and the biggest sign of a gentleman is to remember love, and he will not take her clan's contribution for granted.
It's good to have this kind of intention, at least you won't feel that you have fed the dog with kindness.
As for what to do next, An An doesn't know. At present, the nine kings have not said anything to the clam girl, and it seems that they have not expressed their anger... It is best never to.
No matter whether it is, the concert of the Great King of the Niu Niu is still something that the mussel 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 closed and was not strong, 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 one hand. At this moment, he froze and watched her break in. There was a commotion under the table, and soon a pair of wings appeared, which then covered his face. Run away in a hurry.
An An can't understand this silent pantomime at all. What is Yushang doing under the table? What are you running in a hurry? It's rude to say hello.
"First, sir?" Seeing Qin Yi's twitching face, An An cautiously said, "Don't 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. Sure enough, he was writing a new score, half of it was written. After a few days of teaching, An An is not a complete novice now, and can understand that this score is not a solo score, but may be used for ensemble.
"There are still more than ten days until the concert. I think you can barely learn the basics of flute, but it's impossible to play good music." Qin Yi really said: "I asked the Yu people, When you say that the king just wants good music, it doesn’t mean that you all need to perform. If you can bring in foreign aid and play music that he is satisfied with, he will only be happy and have absolutely no objection.”
An An nodded: "Yes, the king just wants to get different music, and there is no racial restriction. To be honest, An An had thought about it before, and wanted to let Mr. and An An go together... I am afraid that Mr. would refuse, so I am embarrassed to mention it. "
Qin Yi said with a smile: "I don't take advantage of you, and I'll tell you the truth. I want to get close to the prisoner, 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 that's the case, it's a matter of everyone being happy and agreeing to hit it off, so who is asking for whom?"
Qin Yi said: "Then you read the score, we have been intensively practicing this song these days."
An An saluted: "Yes."
Yu Chang, who just ran out, wiped the corners of her mouth and came back again, staring at An An and said, "You usually wrap yourself up with a shell, how can you talk in front of my husband and speak more smoothly than anyone else? What... how do you want to get along with my husband?"
When no one was there, it was nothing. When someone said that, An An's face turned red.
The clam shells are closed, and a pillar stands in the middle. A voice about to cry came from the pillar: "It's just ensemble, ensemble..."
Yu Chang opened his mouth, and the feeling of bullying was no longer even the pleasure of tearing. It's not as good as tearing 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 for not learning well... But looking at this performance, shouldn't it be locked up like a pillar when it is played under the public
Are you still playing a ball
Daily training and performing in front of the public are two different things. Most people use a headset to scold their teammates without panting for ten minutes, and when they stand on the podium, they stutter for a long time and can't let out a fart. What's the use of playing as if during practice, but it all collapses when you get on stage.
"That won't work." Qin Yi, who was a music teacher for the first time, finally realized the key problem, got up and paced back and forth a few steps, stood on the edge of the pillar, and knocked on the clam shell.
The clam shell opened a slit, and the beautiful eyes inside blinked.
Qin Yi said with a stern face: "On the matter of playing the flute, you treat me like a teacher, right?"
"Yes, yes, An An is learning the flute with sincerity."
"Then you follow all my training methods, right?"
An An felt bad, and her voice became smaller: "Yes..."
"Okay, from now on, you open the clam shell, and don't allow it to close, and then stand at the entrance of the Yuren Temple for an hour."
"Huh?" An An's face turned green.
"Pfft..." Yushang burst out laughing. This time is the time when countless feathered people go to the temple to pray, and the clam shells are surrounded by people for an hour. Will this girl faint
The shame and anger that was broken under the table disappeared instantly, and she even felt that it was her husband who was venting his anger for herself.
Well, it must be.