Song Wan'er was picking it seriously, but Chu Yang ignored her. She was very excited to read it with a "Introduction to Flute Tutorial".

With his knowledge and insight in music, the world's simple scores and stitches have been studied for more than ten days, and they can already play some simple songs. Chu Yang has already studied more than half of the forty songs in this book "Introduction to Flutes". Now, he is just holding a book to read the score, and he can have the melody of the song in his mind. Moreover, he can play every detail to better highlight the characteristics of the song itself and the theme he wants to express, and he will also have some of his own understanding and gains.

Such a level can be achieved by ordinary music teachers in universities, but the problem is that Chu Yang has only been in contact with the music system here for less than half a month! Who did not have such achievements for most of his life in a field?

From time to time, the girl who picked the flute and tried various music to play. Although there were only one or two sentences at a time, it was enough to let Chu Yang understand her level. Although Chu Yang was calm on the surface, Chu Yang still admired the girl's playing level in his heart.

Compared to those amateur uncles, this girl’s level is much higher. Chu Yang thought to himself.

If Song Wan'er knew that this guy who was leaning on a chair and reading lazily, she would have been angry to death compared to those old men who were playing casually on the street. However, at this moment, she was seriously selecting the flutes that Chu Yang gave her.

"Well, this whip urges the horse to transport grain and blew it very quickly, but that place just now saved the flower tongue. It shouldn't be, it would be a little less smell."

"This is a new song by the herdsmen. The clarity of double-spray is OK, but it's a bit too connected and lacks the sense of jumping. Well, it's not easy for young people to blow this way."

"This is - late autumn narration? This girl knows a lot. But this song is a work of the A-tune flute. She uses C-tune, which is too high and does not have that kind of solemn atmosphere."

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While listening, Chu Yang commented in his heart. He shouted at the same time, without realizing that he was no longer much older than that girl. Even if he was a human being for two lifetimes, his age was only sixteen or seventeen years old. However, he was a monk. The more than ten years Chu Yang experienced in the Five Continents was much more dangerous and cruel than the earth. Therefore, in terms of maturity and sophistication, Chu Yang was much more than this little beauty who was about the same age as him.

After picking for more than half an hour, Song Wan'er looked a little disappointed. She picked all these flutes one by one, but no other flute could compare to the one she bought that day. Although she knew in her heart that the so-called "treasure flute" was hard to come by, she still did not give up, otherwise she would not come here again.

Seeing that guy was still reading books there and ignoring himself, Song Wan'er was a little angry.

"Hey, do you have other flutes here? Get a few more." Song Wan'er looked at Chu Yang and said angrily. She noticed that the book in that guy's hand was actually a "Basic Flute Tutorial". Has he learned the bamboo flute? The musical instruments sold in this small shop are mainly flutes. It wouldn't be surprising if he could play two songs. However, when he actually read such a basic textbook, he probably wasn't very good at that guy.

"Yes, the plastic bucket in the corner of the wall is all, you can choose whatever you want." Chu Yang stretched out his finger and pointed to the large red plastic bucket in the corner. There was a cheap bamboo flute that cost 15 yuan per piece, and there was not even packaging, but it was just packed in transparent plastic bags.

"You~~You asked me to pick it from that pile of garbage?" Song Wan'er felt even more angry when she saw this guy asking her to search for it in cheap goods.

"How do you speak? Why are those flutes trash?" Hearing Song Wan'er's words, Chu Yang was a little disliked to listen. He put down the book in his hand, looked at Song Wan'er in a tit-for-tat way, and said in a bad tone.

"What's wrong? I'm saying that garbage is wrong? It costs fifteen yuan per piece, made of scraps, and it can't even guarantee the pitch. Such a flute is not called garbage, what's the name?" Song Wan'er looked at Chu Yang and said sarcastically.

"Only those who are not of good level will complain that the flute is not good. There is no garbage flute, only garbage people." Chu Yang turned around and sat back on the chair, and said lightly while opening the book to cover his face.

He was a little surprised that he would actually bicker with a little girl. Maybe her words "garbage" just now aroused his anger. After all, these flutes were made by his father Chu Guochang. Although Chu Guochang's skills were average, they were also flutes made from regular procedures. Some people say they were garbage, so Chu Yang naturally didn't like to listen to them.

"Who do you think is trash?" Song Wan'er's face suddenly darkened when she heard Chu Yang's words. She was really angry.

Since childhood, she has always been proud of her flute level. Over the years, no one has dared to use the word "trash" to teach her a lesson, especially in the field of flute performance!

"I want to go!" Chu Yang didn't raise his head and looked at the book leisurely. His mentality had calmed down. The most important thing for the cultivation of the mind of the music monks was. Without a good mind, they could not play music with lofty artistic conception. Chu Yang's mental cultivation was no exaggeration to say that it was much higher than many 50 or 60-year-olds in this world.

"You~~ Humph! What's the ability to just talk big? Show me if you have the ability to prove it?" Song Wan'er looked at Chu Yang and said sarcastically.

"What proof do you need?" Chu Yang slowly put down the book in his hand and looked at the angry little girl with some amusement.

"Prove what you just said. Only those with low-level skills will complain that the flute is not good. Since you say that, you must be very high? Since that's the case, just use these garbage flutes to blow a song and listen. Who can't just sit there and talk sarcastic words?" Song Wan'er glared at Chu Yang and said slowly word by word.

"I'm not interested, just forget it if you don't buy it." Chu Yang glanced at the little girl, a little funny. Why should I play a song to prove her? Who can listen to her own Jindan Yin Xiu's performance?

"Hmph, I don't think I dare." Seeing that Chu Yang didn't dare to respond, Song Wan'er was even more sure that this was a guy who could only speak big words.

"Bored." Chu Yang didn't move this time, but just gently spit out these two words from his mouth.

"Do you dare to make a bet with me? When we play the same song, you can use the flute in this bucket. I use my own flute. If you can play better than me, I will buy all the flutes in your store!" Song Wan'er saw that Chu Yang was still half-dead, and she gritted her teeth and said hatefully. Her voice was even an octave higher, and it looked so sharp in this small musical instrument store.

Chu Yang felt dizzy by the shouting, and frowned and looked at the little girl who had been entangled, and said coldly: "Are you serious?"

"Hmph, I, Song Wan'er, grew up so old, when did I not count on my words?" Song Wan'er looked at this guy and finally got aroused by her reaction, and said proudly in her heart.

"What if I brag better than you and you don't admit it?" Chu Yang looked at Song Wan'er with a faint smile and asked back.

"It's easy!" Seeing that Chu Yang responded, Song Wan'er quickly took out her cell phone and called out.

Two minutes later, a middle-aged man with a national face and a rich and rich man hurriedly got out of a black Magotan sedan and rushed to the store.

"Xiaowan, why didn't you say anything to your Uncle Chen when you arrived in Changle?" The middle-aged man saw Song Wan'er and immediately walked up with a smile and said with a smile.

Chu Yang looked at this guy with a very good eyes and had never seen him before.

"Uncle Chen, I just came here too. I'm sorry to call you here. I'll compete with this shop owner later. Could you please be a judge for us?" Song Wan'er pulled Chen Jintao's arm and said with a smile.

"Ah? This~~Okay, okay, no problem, where do you want to compare? Is it in the auditorium or in the cultural center? I'll ask them to prepare the venue equipment." Chen Jintao heard Song Wan'er's strange request, although it was a little strange, but he immediately reacted and immediately took out his cell phone to prepare for arrangements.

His immediate superior, Deputy County Magistrate Zong Pingzong, is a hard-core confidant of Secretary Song of the Municipal Party Committee. Since at a banquet not long ago, Deputy County Magistrate Zong took him to meet Secretary Song and boarded the big ship, he has always regarded himself as Secretary Song's confidant. This has also successfully enhanced his prestige in the Cultural Bureau. The adjustment of cadres in the county is about to begin, and he is one of the most popular candidates in the bureau who are expected to compete for the director.

Song Wan'er is the pearl in Secretary Song's hand. Chen Jintao was careful and naturally recognized Song Wan'er. Now the daughter of the Municipal Party Committee Secretary asked him for something, let alone let him be a judge. No matter how strange the request is, he will definitely do it!

"Uncle Chen, there is no need to be such trouble. We are here." Seeing that Chen Jintao was about to make a big fuss, Song Wan'er quickly stopped him. Then she looked at Chu Yang and said, "This is Director Chen Jintao of Changle Cultural Center. The Changle Spring Concert has been held for more than 20 sessions. He is the most authoritative cultural person in Changle. If he wants him to be a judge, there is no problem now." When Song Wan'er said this, she saw a faint smile on Chu Yang's face and quickly explained, "You don't have to worry that Uncle Chen will be more calm when he knows me. He is the most fair person. Everyone in the Quanchangle literary and artistic circle knows it."

"Haha, Wan'er is right, young man, just show it well." Chen Jintao, the old man, looked at Song Wan'er, and then looked at this young man, with a "understanding" smile on his face.

However, Song Wan'er didn't know that she had been misunderstood by Director Chen. She looked at Chu Yang with a provocative look on her face.

"Okay, since you've said this, I'll take your bet. I hope you don't forget what you just said. I have a lot of flutes here." Chu Yang said half-jokingly. Although this challenge is a complete joke in his eyes, if someone does not respond, it will always be a stutter on the road of cultivation. Since she wants to compare so much, Chu Yang also wants to teach her how to behave and let her know what it means to have someone outside of others and there is heaven beyond heaven!
Chapter completed!