Weeping for mourning or not, is it really that unpleasant to hear her playing the flute? It was obvious that the sound of the flute was quite melodious to her own ears.
Thinking that I had an instrument that I hadn't used for a long time, I simply took it out and asked a professional to repair and calibrate it.
"Master, look at this flute for me and I'll play it."
As soon as the bone-white, weird and bulky big flute came out, Mu Duansheng was really shocked: "Great Heavenly Demon Bone?"
I took it and looked at it over and over again, disgusted: "Where did you pick it?"
Hu Qing: "In a pile of dead people."
The old things produced in Xiaoli Realm are all dug out from the pile of dead people.
Mu Duansheng's expression looked like it was worthless: "It can be raised well, but it's troublesome. It needs to be soaked in the blood of the Great Heavenly Demon. If there is bone marrow, it can be faster."
Hu Qing: "Where can I catch the Great Heavenly Demon?"
Mu Duansheng said: "You can play it to me." Catch the Great Demon? By you? I just pretended not to hear.
Hu Qing took it back and blew it loudly. Mu Duansheng felt very painful.
Hu Qing smiled awkwardly: "This is very useful. When I play this during the battle, it can disturb the enemy very much."
Mu Duansheng took a deep look, and it wasn't just the enemy that was being disturbed.
I have tried three things, playing, playing and singing, and all of them are fatal.
Mu Duansheng asked, "Can you sing?"
Sing? Hu Qing was stunned for a moment, then immediately overjoyed, she would definitely do this! When Hu Nuan was still an infant, she held her and sang for hours.
Clear your throat, open your mouth and sing: "Little Swallow~Wear colorful clothes~"
After finishing the song: "Master, how are you? Did I sing well?"
Mu Duansheng sighed countless times in his heart: "You call this singing?"
Hu Qing: "I'm definitely not out of tune."
Mu Duansheng was disgusted: "Can this be called a tune? Such monotonous repetition has no sense of beauty. You are just talking about a dialect."
So insulting.
Hu Qing: "Didn't master hear the deep feeling in my simple tune?"
"Ah - so affectionate. There is no skill in your affection."
Hu Qing was dissatisfied: "If you have deep feelings, why do you need skills?"
Mu Duansheng said, "What's the point of singing if you don't need skills? Isn't it easier to talk?" He said to her, "It's better to have no sophistry at all. If you put your sophistry on the right path, you may achieve more."
Hu Qing stopped talking, feeling very unconvinced.
Mu Duansheng rolled his eyes at her: "It's just a song to put a child to sleep at night, listen."
Mu Duansheng clasped his hands behind his back and reminisced. He opened his lips and slowly sang a slow-paced song. His voice was low and gentle. The atmosphere around him changed inexplicably. The handsome and lazy man immediately became like a father. Hu Qing opened her eyes wide in surprise. Can singing have such a transformation effect?
It feels like the air is full of fatherly love.
It sounded so good that she wanted to roll on the beach.
Needless to say, her singing is indeed unpleasant. She is tone-deaf and has no skill or artistic conception. Could it be that her family Hu Nuan has poor aesthetics because of this? It is a sin.
"Master, can you even sing a tune to entertain the children?" I admired him.
Mu Duansheng said: "This is the song of the Zhushui Tiger Clan. Why, you didn't hear it when you were raising the tiger cub?"
Of course Hu Qing had never heard of it. Her parents felt relieved about her. They didn't even ask a question after the child was given to her until it was returned. I guess I was so carried away during that time that I wonder if I created any little tigers.
Mu Duansheng said: "I will teach you every word, and you can sing and listen."
Hu Qing felt that he could do it, but after Mu Duansheng taught him three times, he frowned.
He stared at Hu Qing's throat, unable to suppress the urge to move his fingers: "I suspect there is something wrong with your vocal cords, otherwise -"
Hu Qing covered her neck in horror: "Master, you can use your spiritual sense to detect it." There is no need to draw the sword!
Mu Duansheng said: "My spiritual consciousness cannot tell whether your vocal cords are soft or hard."
Hu Qing was very afraid that he would really cut open her neck. Since no one would die, he would not dare.
He kept saying, "I don't want to learn anymore. Isn't it okay if I don't learn anymore?"
Mu Duansheng sighed: "You can't do anything in one day. I am your master, I must teach you something."
Hu Qing was not reconciled to being a puddle of mud: "Blow, master, I will learn to play."
Mu Duansheng thought about it, and it was okay. He had been practicing it for three to five hundred years, and he couldn't believe it could still sound so bad.
Seeing him nodding in agreement, Hu Qing asked for instructions: "So master, do you want to teach me music skills?"
Mu Duansheng shook his head: "When you learn how to play, you can go to the library to redeem your sound skills. There is no one in Shuangyang Sect who is a master of sound skills. Sound skills attack the soul. If the soul is strong enough, no matter how good the sound skills are, it will not be able to penetrate. I teach you music because I hope you can appreciate the beauty of rhythm and help you understand the way of nature and improve your state of mind."
It turned out to be such good intentions, Hu Qing immediately looked serious and bowed deeply: "Disciple thanks master."
Mu Duansheng raised his hand and tapped her bent head: "Why don't you wake up?"
At this point, Hu Qing was helpless and stood up: "Maybe I am too good in other aspects, but if I am too full, I will overflow. God has allowed me to have shortcomings."
"Humph, you are so good at this? You have never seen real geniuses. They-" Mu Duansheng suddenly stopped talking and waved his hand, "Okay, that's it for today. Come back tomorrow."
Since she wanted to teach, he would dig out her body even if it was a stubborn stone.
get out of class ended early today. Hu Qing thought about the half of Mu Duansheng's unfinished sentence and wondered who "they" were. Returning to the cave first, she saw Hu Jingjing flopping in the spicy vegetable patch she had planted at midnight the day before yesterday. This kind of pepper is not big in size, has finger height, and has a well-proportioned octahedron. When mature, it looks like a bright red pumpkin, which is very beautiful.
But now, there was no trace of red on the large area of Tianla plants. She remembered that when she planted them, there were three, four, five or six ripe ones on each one!
"How much have you eaten, Hu Jingjing?"
Hu Jingjing plunged in and jumped out again, hopping towards her like a sparrow.
Hu Qingheixian walked in and picked her up. Hu Jingjing faced her face: "Mom——"
A hot breeze hit her face and eyes, and Hu Qing immediately shed two lines of hot tears, unable to stop them.
This girl is poisonous.
"Jingjing, why did you eat all the peppers? Can your stomach bear it? Where is your brother? Are they dead?"
If something happens to the little ones, they'll fight the big ones. That's right, this has been the case for generations.
But just after she finished speaking, she seemed to see a hint of guilt in the little thing's eyes?
Hu Qing was suspicious: "Where are your two brothers?"
Hu Jingjing: “Mom, mom——”
"Stop pretending. You can talk."
Hu Jingjing: “Mom, mom——”
Hu Qing grinded his teeth: "If you don't tell me, I will pull out all the hot peppers these days. I will pull out all the hot peppers in Shuangyang Sect!"
Hu Jingjing was shocked, with big doubts in her small eyes: Are you still my mother?
Hu Qing sneered, little bastard, fight with me, I am at full level ten.
Hu Jingjing raised the tip of her small wing and pointed toward the room.
Hu Qing glanced at him and said, "Didn't you kill them both?"
Hu Jingjing tilted her head, her little eyes sparkling: Can my brother be killed?
Shocked to realize that she had done something bad, Hu Qing wanted to slap herself.
"You can't kill your brother, he's here to protect you. We have to kill our enemies, those who are against us."
Hu Jingjing: Ah - my mother won’t let me eat spicy food.
Hu Qing: "."
What kind of rebellious girl did she raise? She was so smart that she went astray.
"Jingjing, mom has her best friend, whom you have also met, named Han Li. He has a good temper and money, and he likes you very much. When he comes out of seclusion, mom will ask him to play with you more. OK?"
Han Li? who? Sounds familiar.
Hu Jingjing nodded.
Hu chuckled and touched his little head.
She can trust Han Li's character!
