"Are you worthy of that person's teaching?" Chen Hongzhu was angry.

"What do you have to do with others?" Song Qianji asked back in confusion.

He felt that he had misunderstood.

First of all, he did not know what allusions were given to delivering pianos in the sect family, and which one was the lightest to buy. In his eyes, the pawn shop pianos were very ordinary. As long as they were painted with such pigments and used this kind of wood, no matter who made them, the pianos they made could be called "Luyitai". No matter how much spirit stones were priced, they were just good things.

Only those who are only known as "Nine Sky Rings", "Dragon Roar of Dead Wood" and "Ancient Relics" with the blessing of the zither-maker's skills and unique in the sky and under the earth.

Secondly, the old sword is already useless for him. When placed in the house on weekdays, it not only accumulates dust, but also occupies an area.

He exchanged his most useless item for his favorite vegetable field without any loss and returned to purity.

No matter how you look at it, it's very cost-effective.

Chen Hongzhu was anxious: "If I had an opportunity like you, I would never be wasted."

Song Qianji was even more confused: "What do you have to do with you?"

Chen Hongzhu stomped his feet and ran away in anger.

She finally discovered that every time she met Song Qianji, no matter what the start, she always ended up being angry.

"That person" is in a state of interest, and he teaches him, is it difficult to take a look at his angered ability and talent?

After all, there is a method: the master wants to find his younger self in his disciples.

He Qingqing looked at the end of the path worriedly, and the red skirt flew away.

Song Qianji stuffed the piano box to her: "Go back quickly."

"It's too expensive. I can't accept it."

She didn't dare to accept it either.

Song Qianji was shocked. Don’t mess with me, then will I be in vain for trouble this night?

He Qingqing only heard the young man sighing, as if helpless: "They wanted to scare me today, but then they were so angry that they took you over. Then they were angry and took your anger on you. I joked about this zither. I gave you this piano to apologize, so please accept it."

Apologize? No one has ever apologized for her. It seems that everything she has suffered is worthy of. Over the years, even she herself thinks so.

He Qingqing looked up. The moonlight outlined the handsome side face of the young man, softened his sharp edges and plastered him with a layer of silver light, like a Buddha who was compassionate to the world.

People all have a Qingya Academy. The supervisor of the courtyard, Midnight Manjushri, is always unpredictable, always fair and selfless, cold and unattainable. When he sees him, he thinks of all the strict rules in the world.

He Qingqing saw it with his own eyes, but he only felt that the method was too exaggerated. Senior Brother Mid-ye did have fewer personal desires, but he was in the world.

The boy in front of him looks more like a real person. He looks so close but out of reach.

"Go back and practice the piano quickly. I wish you awesome and a bright future."

After Song Qianji finished, he didn't hear the echo. He felt something was wrong. He took a closer look...

It's broken, why are you crying again?!

He Qingqing's tears came silently: "Even if I have a piano, I can't go to Dengwen Yahui. Brother, please return the piano to the pawnshop and exchange your sword for you!"

"Why?"

"I can't play the song of Fairy Miaoyan. I am destined to be unworthy of such a good piano. But I will always remember the kindness of Senior Brother Song to me. I will be willing to be an oriole, hold a ring to repay you in the next life, and be a cow and horse..."

"Wait." Song Qianji cut off her and was a little puzzled, "What does this have to do with Miaoyan?"

Why is there any matter to her everywhere?

"As long as I report to Fairy Miaoyan's songs, the registered disciples will not be willing to make my name. People like me dare to play Fairy's songs, which is disrespectful to her."

The popular piano music that is now almost always composed by Fairy Miaoyan. He Qingqing couldn't afford the piano music, but he never forgot the rhythm. He listened to others playing it once and could play it exactly the same. But she only heard people playing Miaoyan's songs.

Song Qianji thought for a while and said, "It's not difficult. I'll write you one, which may not be worse than what she wrote."

"Senior Brother Song, do you understand the rhythm?"

"Can you know a little bit."

Song Qianji had already used his pen tonight, but he only wrote two words and a talisman. His hands were still there, and he was even a little itchy.

After Miaoyan got engaged to him in his previous life, he no longer composed himself. Half of the score he played was his exploration of ancient ruins and risked his life, while the other half came from his search for mortal musicians. Whether it was a court musician or a market artist, he did not care about his identity and handed over the court.

During this process, Song Qianji naturally learned to play the piano and had unique insights into the technique of sound attack, which was even more different from the traditional martial arts of the Xianyin Sect.

But Miaoyan is too murderous, and playing the piano can easily hurt the spirit of the piano, and he rarely plays it.

Song Qianji originally wanted to write a song according to the ‌.

The beginning of the pen is the melody of the Overlord taking off his armor, and he paused for a moment.

I looked up and saw the moon, and suddenly I felt that the moonlight was particularly cold tonight, and the peach blossom petals were flying, as if a snow fell.

Just like the last scene of his life on his way to escape.

He has encountered many heavy snow in his life, but it is not as cold as that.

The mind is flowing from the end of the pen, flowing on the paper, and the water comes naturally, and the tune has changed when the pen is finished.

Fortunately, it was not a bad change. Song Qianji quietly shot it in his mind, and was a little satisfied.

"You can take it to the News Conference, don't write it by me, so you can save trouble."

He gave the right paper that had not dried ink, but was afraid that the little girl would come to his door to cry again when she encountered something else one day.

Even if he can bear it, the two vegetable fields in the courtyard can't stand it.

So he said, "I don't want you to repay me, I just want you to promise me something."

He Qingqing didn't expect that Song Qianji was going to compose a song, and he picked up his pen and took the piano score, but he still couldn't believe it.

"As long as I can do it, I will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

"Stop crying." Song Qianji‌.

"ah?"

"Just this one, you don't have to go through fire and water."

After the Song Qianji finished the machine, he closed the door with a refreshing breath.

On the night without sorrow and crying, accompanied by the roar of flowers and insects, I dreamed until dawn.

Tomorrow is another day of full cultivation.

He Qingqing hugged the Qin and rushed to the night alone.

She copied the stone steps. The stone steps were rugged, with cliffs on one side and abyss on the other.

The moonlight was covered by night fog, and only the sound of water was heard and the roar of beasts echoed.

The strong wind whistled, blowing her thin white dress, as if she was about to blow her thin body into the abyss.

But she walked slowly, and every step was steadily, with her spine straight as green pine.

It seemed like I was walking on a broad village, walking across the center of ten thousand people without looking sideways.

I don't want to cry anymore. She thought.

A person’s tears may be determined in his life, but my tears have been shed. It’s time for others to cry.
Chapter completed!