In the eastern part of the Great Wilderness, Bodhi Temple.

Xiyue was playing chess with the old monk on the stone table in the yard outside the guest room of the Zen Temple.

"You usually attach great importance to Bodhi nectar and are very angry. Why did the feather man borrow so easily this time?"

The old monk smiled and fell into a son: "If something happened to Jianmu really happened, it would be a big deal in the world, not a matter of Yuren. You can't be stingy, you can't be stingy."

Xiyue sneered: "Monkey is not honest. You don't feel any worries when you look leisurely."

The old monk smiled honestly: "The way to do the decisive calculation may not be exclusive to the donor."

"You forget the result. Jianmu is fine. Maybe it doesn't have to use your nectar, so you can do a favor?"

“That’s right.”

Xiyue was interested: "What hexagram?"

"The withered poplars grow flowers."

"?" Xiyue was stunned: "Are you sure you know what this hexagram means?"

The old monk smiled more and more honestly: "Ah? Isn't it meant to be reborn from a dead tree?"

"That's an old woman... Forget it, if you should say that it's wrong with Jianmu, you can't say that you have any mistakes." Xiyue curled her lips and responded casually: "It has nothing to do with me anyway."

The old monk smiled and said, "Of course, who dares to say that the donor's old woman?"

Xiyue snorted, her face smelled strange: "Yes."

With a "bang", the chess piece fell and the board almost cracked: "Old Taoist nun with a stern face? Wait for me."

The old monk's face twitched for a moment, and then slowly said: "Actually, there was a problem with the Jianmu branch of the Yuren this time, which also reflects a very fatal matter. Don't the donor care?"

Xiyue casually said: "It reflects that Jianmu itself is already declining? Otherwise, it is unlikely that ordinary methods will cause trouble to its branches... It can only be that it is not strong enough, not the Jianmu we know."

"Yes... the donor's heart is still bright." The old monk pondered: "Jianmu has a strong relationship with this world. If something goes wrong..."

Xiyue said lightly: "We can't get in, what can we think about?"

The old monk remained silent.

Xiyue glanced at him: "Stop worrying about the world here. I don't believe you can't guess the fundamental reason for the decline of Jianmu."

The heavenly man plunders 90% of the spiritual energy in the world, and the energy supply required for building the wood cannot keep up at all, and will sooner or later decline. As long as you know the existence of the heavenly man, you almost don’t need to guess the reason.

The only thing to guess is why the man in heaven did not directly occupy Jianmu and whether he had any secret discussions with Longzi.

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: "Can the donor dare to ask?"

"Dare, it's just inconvenient."

"How many differences are there..."

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

The old monk was stunned: "It's not... the one who is drunk with the donor?"

"Bang!" Xiyue slapped a chess piece again, and her eyebrows stood up: "You have countless descriptions, why did you choose this one alone?"

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

Xiyue glared at her eyes, and the monk smiled happily. At this moment, a monk hurried in: "The messenger of the feather man has arrived and sent him back to the Bodhi branch."

The old monk stroking his palm and laughed: "It turns out that the withered poplars grow flowers."

Xiyue always felt that he was hinting at someone, but there was no evidence.

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Under the guidance of two feathered men, An An arrived at Qin Yi's new residence.

This is not a yard under house arrest, but the shore of the temple and under the holy trees. The core leaders of the Yuren live. The water in the pond in the courtyard is the spring of spiritual energy, and the cliff stream behind the house is the water of mother and son. In an instant, it is high-end, elegant and high-end, and the guards are very strict. An An carefully passed through the many guards, but what he got was the kind smile of the Yuren, and they all said: "My son-in-law told him that Princess An An can go directly to see him when she comes, without reporting."

Then two little girls from feathers were divided to guide her.

An An calmed down in her heart and thought to herself that Mr. Husband was indeed a gentleman. The biggest sign of a gentleman was to remember her feelings and would not take the efforts of her clam clan for granted.

It would be great if you have this intention, at least you wouldn't feel like you were feeding the dog with kindness.

As for what to do in the future, An An doesn't know. At present, the Nine Kings have not expressed anything to the clam girl, and they seem to have not taken off their anger... It's better not to never.

Regardless of whether there is or not, the concert of the Cow Prisoner King or the things that the clam girl must do well, and the flute that should be learned must continue.

An An knocked on Qin Yi’s door: “Sir, An An comes to learn the flute.”

As a result, the door was covered in a false sense and was not subjected to force, so it was pushed open as soon as it was knocked.

Qin Yi sat on the desk in front of the window, holding a pen in one hand and was writing something. At this moment, he was frozen and staring at her breaking in. There was a commotion under the table, and soon a pair of wings poked out, and then his wings covered his face and ran away.

An An couldn't understand this silent pantomime at all. What duck Yu Shang did under the table? What duck was running in a hurry? It was so rude.

"First, sir?" Seeing Qin Yi's face twitching, An An said carefully: "Didn't you bother sir?"

"No, no." Qin Yi coughed twice and sat up straight: "You are here just in time, I'm writing a new score for you."

An An sighed relieved and looked quite happy. He looked forward and saw that he was writing a new score, and he was half written. After a few days of teaching, An An is not a complete novices at the moment. Being able to understand that this score is not a solo score, but may be used for ensembles.

"There are more than ten days left before the concert. I think you can barely learn the basics of flute, but it is unlikely to play the best music." Qin Yi said indeed: "I asked the people of the feathers and said that the king is just good music, and it is not necessary for your ethnic groups to perform. If you can attract foreign players and play the music that it satisfies, it will only be happy and absolutely no objection."

An An nodded: "Yes, the king just hopes to get different music, and there is no limit to race. To be honest, An An had thought so before, and wanted Mr. An An to go with him... I was afraid that Mr. refused and was embarrassed to mention it."

Qin Yi smiled and said, "I won't take advantage of you. I will tell you the truth. I want to get close to Yuniu. I hope you can take me in. So it should be my begging you, not your begging me."

An An smiled: "Sir, it is indeed a gentleman. Since that's the case, everyone is happy and hit it off. Where can anyone ask for whom?"

Qin Yi said: "Then you read the score, and we will be practicing this song in full swing these days."

An An salutes: "Yes."

Yu Shang, who had just run out, came back with the corner of his mouth and stared at An An and said, "You usually wrap yourself up with a shell, why do you talk in front of my husband and speak more smoothly than anyone else? You are open-minded and hit it off... How do you want to get along with my husband?"

It’s nothing when there is no one, but when someone says this, An An’s face turns red.

As soon as the clam shell was closed, a pillar stood in the middle. A crying sound came from the pillar: "It's just a ensemble, an ensemble..."

Yu Shang opened her mouth. The feeling of bullying people was gone. Even the pleasure of fighting was gone. It was not as good as the time to fight with the nun and the witch. It was boring.

Qin Yi was also full of ellipsis, and he suddenly realized a serious problem.

These days, I feel that An An is not only not very good at learning, but everything else is quite normal... But judging from this performance, it would be like a pillar when playing under the public, right?

Then play a ball?

Daily training is different from performing in front of the public. Most people use headsets to scold their teammates without breathing for more than ten minutes, and they stutter and can't fart after standing on the podium for a long time. What's the use of playing when practicing? They all collapse when they get on stage.

"This won't work." Qin Yi, who was a music teacher for the first time, finally realized the key problem. He stood up and paced back and forth for a few steps, stood firm beside the pillar, and knocked on the clam shell.

A crack was opened in the clam shell, and the beautiful eyes inside blinked.

Qin Yi said with a straight face: "When it comes to playing the flute, you treat me as your master, right?"

"Yes, yes, An An is sincere in learning the flute."

"Then you obey all my training methods, right?"

An An felt something was wrong and his voice became weaker: "Yes..."

"Okay, from now on, you open your clam shells and don't let them get together, and then stand at the gate of the Feather Man Temple and stand for an hour."

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

"Puff..." Yu Shang burst out laughing. This time is the time when countless feathers go to the temple to pray. In the clam shell, people watch for an hour. Will this girl faint?

The shame and anger that was broken under the table disappeared in an instant. She even felt that this was her husband venting his anger for her.

Well, it must be.
Chapter completed!