Weeping in 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.
I thought I had an instrument that I hadn’t used for a long time, so I simply took it out and asked a professional to repair and calibrate it.
"Master, look at this flute for me, I can play it."
As soon as the bone-white, weird and bulky big flute came out, Mu Duansheng was really shocked: "Big Demon bone?"
Took it and looked at it several times, disgusted: "Where did you pick it?"
Hu Qing: "In the pile of dead people."
The ancient things produced in Xiaolijie are all dug out from the pile of dead people.
Mu Duansheng's expression looked like he 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 will be faster."
Hu Qing: "Where can we catch the Great Heavenly Demon?"
Mu Duansheng said, "Tell me how to play it." Catch the Great Heavenly Demon? By you? I just pretended not to hear.
Hu Qing took it back and blew it loudly. Mu Duansheng was in pain.
Hu Qing smiled awkwardly: "This is very useful. When I play this during the battle, it can disturb the enemy."
Mu Duansheng took a deep look, it disturbed not only the enemy.
I have tried three things to play, play and sing, and all of them are fatal.
Mu Duansheng said: "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~Wearing Flower Clothes~"
At the end of the song: "Master, how are you? Did I sing well?"
< br>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 also be called a tune? Such monotonous repetition has no sense of beauty. You are just a dialect."
It's too 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: "Why do you need skills when you have deep feelings?"
Mu Duansheng: "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."< br>
Hu Qing stopped talking, feeling very unconvinced.
Mu Duansheng rolled his eyes at her: "It's just a song to coax children to sleep at night, listen."
Mu Duansheng clasped his hands behind his back, reminisced, and opened his lips, rhythmically The soothing ballad was sung slowly, with a low and gentle voice, and 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 husband Hu Nuan has poor aesthetics because of this? He is evil.
"Master, can you even sing songs to entertain children?" Admiration.
Mu Duansheng: "This is the song of the Zhuri Tiger Clan. Why, you didn't hear it when you were raising the tiger cub?"
Of course Hu Qing has never heard it. Those who are parents She felt at ease. After the child was given to her, and until it was returned, there was not a single question in between. I guess I was so carried away during that time that I wonder if I created any little tigers.
Mu Duansheng: "I'll teach you one sentence at a time, and you can sing it and listen."
Hu Qing thought he could do it, but Mu Duansheng frowned after teaching it three times.
He stared at Hu Qing's throat, unable to hold back his fingers that were about to move: "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. "No need to draw the sword!
Mu Duansheng: "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 said repeatedly: "I don't want to learn anymore. Isn't it okay if I don't learn?" Mu Duansheng sighed: "You can't do anything in one day. I am your master and I will always teach you. Something.”
Hu Qing was not reconciled to being a puddle of mud: "Blow, master, I will learn to play."
Mu Duansheng thought for a while, it's okay, he practiced it day and night. I can’t believe it can still sound so ugly after a hundred years.
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 to play, you can go to the library to exchange the music skills yourself. Shuangyang Sect does not have music skills. big A person who has mastered the music skill can attack the soul. If the soul is strong enough, no matter how good the music skill is, it will penetrate through no holes. I teach you music in the hope that you can appreciate the beauty of rhythm and help you understand the natural way to improve your state of mind." < br>
It turned out to be such good intentions, Hu Qing immediately looked serious and bowed deeply: "Disciple thanks the master."
Mu Duansheng raised his hand and nodded her bent head: " Why can’t I understand?”
At this point, Hu Qing was helpless and stood up: “Maybe I am too good in other aspects, but God has given me a shortcoming.”
"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 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 is no red on the large tract of Tianla plants. She remembers 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 Qing black line, walked in and picked her up, Hu Jingjing faced her face: "Mom——"
A hot breeze hit her face and eyes, Hu Qing I immediately shed two lines of hot tears and couldn't 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.
Just when 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, 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 me, I am at 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 two?"
Hu Jingjing tilted her eyes, her little eyes bright: Can my brother kill me?
Shocked to realize that he had given bad inducements, Hu Qing wanted to slap himself.
"You can't kill your brother, he is 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 grew up in a crooked way.
"Jingjing, mom has her best friend, whom you have met, named Han Li. He has a good temper, money, and likes you very much. When he comes out of seclusion, mom will let him Can he come and play with you more?”
Han Li? who? Sounds familiar.
Hu Jingjing nodded.
Hu chuckled and touched his little head.
She can trust Han Li’s character!