This question is actually difficult to answer.
Although it was not as painful as the "Your mother and I fell into the water, which one did you save?" in later generations, Xie Jingsong felt that he was putting her on a crooked single-plank bridge by saying this.
Going forward was telling Yang Wangqing a lie, but it would undoubtedly fuel his inexplicable pride. But if you go back and tell him that the stuff you play is simply spiritual pollution, then with this guy's level of confidence, he will probably shout that you mortals are not worthy of being with me.
Neither situation was what Xie Jingsong wanted to see, so she decided to throw this hot potato to bad luck... no, to the Xuanjian Sect.
Rubbing his face, Xie Jingsong put on a very sincere smile again, and said in a very simple and innocent manner: "I am not familiar with music theory and don't understand much about this, but I heard that the two brothers Wen Zhixian and Wen Xunyin of the Xuanjian Sect are Le Xiu Genius, I’m afraid only these two are qualified to communicate with you!”
Zhang Yunqing, who was next to her, looked at her with a horrified expression, as if I was crazy or the world was crazy.
Xie Jingsong's face remained calm and composed, and she was secretly grateful to Ji Shi in her heart: If she hadn't introduced all the outstanding opponents she thought were in the Spirit Beast Park, she wouldn't have been able to make a deal so quickly to divert the trouble to the east. Object.
"It's the Wen brothers and sisters! I've heard of them! I heard that they can play a murderous poem with just a leaf," Yang Wangqing exclaimed, "I've long wanted to know them and asked them to play with me!"
Someone pretended to be surprised and looked at Zhang Yunqing, as if he was reminiscing: "That's a coincidence, isn't it? Xiaoqing, how long did it take us to get here from Xuanjian Sect? How long did it take to take a carriage for half a month? Look. It seems like it’s not far from here.”
Zhang Yunqing, who vaguely understood what she wanted to do, twitched the corners of her mouth slightly. She pursed her lips and coughed twice uncomfortably. It sounded like there was no phlegm in her throat, but it just happened to be itchy at this moment.
"Ahem, um...that's it, ahem."
"It's not a coincidence, it's just right, our confident brother, cough," Xie Jingsong said his inner thoughts in a bald voice, his eyes wandering, trying to swallow up the previous gaffe through coughing, "Isn't it true that our Yang Lexiu can Have you gone to find his future soulmate?"
He felt that the atmosphere was very strange, but he couldn't explain it, so Yang Wangqing could only look over blankly.
Xie Jingsong, who deceived children, struck while the iron was hot and continued to paint the pie: "When the time comes, the three of you will meet your son when you are young, and you will compose music together, and your legendary story will be spread all over the world!"
These words are indeed a bit shoddy. It can be seen that Xie Jingsong has never been a boss and can't even come up with a good picture, but it is enough to deal with a person like Yang Wangqing who has a brain that is always big and small.
An ordinary person might suspect something, but Brother Confidence is different. If there is a pie that interests him, he won't even try to distinguish it, and just opens his mouth and bites it.
He held Xie Jingsong's hand and his voice became excited: "I understand! Thank you! I'll go tomorrow, no, I'll go tonight!"
After unremitting efforts, he finally got the reward of being able to sleep well. Xie Jingsong was very pleased, patted his shoulder and affirmed: "Do a good job! Whether you can leave a legendary story depends on you!"
Yang Wangqing, who was full of enthusiasm, threw Qin behind him on the spot and carried Qin on his back. He said "goodbye" and rushed downstairs with his legs running at full speed.
Feeling that her behavior was a bit of a fool's play, Zhang Yunqing just wanted to sigh, but he felt that if he didn't persuade Yang Wangqing to leave, tonight he might be lucky enough to choose one between her and the inn to see who would be more unlucky.
After all, if a cultivator were to take action, ten inns wouldn't be enough to destroy them.
Thinking of this, she held back the sigh again.
Xie Jingsong breathed a sigh of relief after the big trouble was solved. She kicked off her shoes happily, discussed with Zhang Yunqing who would sleep outside, and prepared to climb into bed and enjoy a peaceful sleep.
Unexpectedly, as soon as half of her body leaned over, the sound of woodpeckers hammering on the tree could be heard from the window. It was persistent, as if the thing outside the window would not stop until someone in the room opened the door.
Feeling that there were a lot of things going on tonight, Xie Jingsong looked at Zhang Yunqing with questions on her head: "Did your family send you a letter?"
What seems more puzzled than her is Zhang Yunqing's frown: "The carrier pigeon at home will definitely not be like this...Besides, I haven't sent a letter to my family yet, so logically there will be no reply."
This is strange. It can't be some ghostly old man knocking on the window in the middle of the night, right?
Amused by this unrealistic idea, Xie Jingsong didn't bother to put on her shoes and stood on tiptoes. When her toes touched the ground, she flew over as fast as playing a piano.
She didn't expect the wooden floor to be so cold. She grinned. She couldn't adapt to the temperature of the floor for a long time, so she could only open the window faster.
There was no one outside the window.
Xie Jingsong lowered her gaze slightly, and a skeleton hand was raised in a friendly manner, shaking it towards her as if to say hello.
"..."
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh what the hell is this! ! !
Her heart stopped, and her pretentious feet could no longer hold on. She was put down on the spot and quickly took two small steps back.
The one who knocked on their window in the middle of the night! It turned out to be one! Wearing a ring! Skeleton hands! It doesn't even have a body or arms, it's just a complete human hand bone! ! !
She put her fingertips together, watching the other party's movements first, and at the same time, she didn't forget to ask: "Do you monks still refine corpses?"
Zhang Yunqing was so frightened that he rolled his eyes and was about to faint. After hearing Xie Jingsong's meaningless words, he immediately argued: "Who likes corpses! And you have been practicing longer than me, right? I want you to be a monk." Count it in!”
Fortunately, the skeleton hand really had no ill intentions towards them. He just raised his middle finger and shook it at Xie Jingsong, motioning her to look at the ring stuck here.
Normally, she might have slapped him away, but considering that this is a weird world of cultivation where anything is possible, Xie Jingsong said uncertainly: "For me?"
The skeleton hand waved towards her, looking very happy.
Not understanding how it could hear her voice at all, Xie Jingsong took off the ring and pondered for a while before pulling out a short letter from it.
Compared to a normal letter, a message is obviously more suitable for this short paragraph.
"Something big may happen in Qingping City. Xiaosheng thinks that you may be interested, so please come and discuss it. If you are not interested, it doesn't matter. You still owe Xiaosheng a favor. Can you use it here?"
He was very polite and respectful, but his words meant that she could not refuse.
Well, it was only a few days after this terrible debt of gratitude, and they launched an attack on her!
Xie Jingsong sighed quietly, lowered her eyes and read the letter again, with an unclear expression.
