Spiritual cultivation is still respectful, neither humble nor arrogant: "Although we musicians make a living by selling skills, we also have the bottom line of sentiment that we stick to, which is different from those prostitutes who lean on the building and laugh in other places."

"Is that right?" Youmeng turned his interesting smile and pointed at the terrace with a folding fan. "You have sentiments and don't deal with people with sex. Then you say that among the female guests who came for him, there are many admirers, most of them are rich and powerful. Don't you see any of them?"

The spiritual practitioner's calm eyebrows and eyes were full of confidence: "Yes, no one is seen."

Youmeng slapped in his palm with serene satisfaction: "He is very noble. He is so arrogant and rude, aren't he afraid of offending others?"

Spiritual cultivation said calmly: "Like the young master, most of the visitors are people with status and the cultivation of a gentleman, why not be able to get along with a musician?"

"A gentleman? Where can I see it?" Youmeng's eyes and tone were both evil, "What if I am the kind of playboy who is bullied by Meng Lang?"

"You're not."

"How do you know I'm not?" Youmeng looked at her, trying to break her confidence. "I'm the first time I've been here today, and you don't know me."

The spiritual cultivator just did not change his voice and expression, calmly with a hint of obscurity, as if he was implying something: "The spiritual cultivator not only saw that the young master was a ritual person, but also saw that the young master was hiding under this dress, those secrets that he did not want to be seen through."

Youmeng suddenly felt guilty and turned her face to pretend to be indifferent: "Okay, if you don't see me, then why is it his home court today, but he just plays and doesn't sing?"

The spiritual practitioner suddenly sighed: "To be honest, our master Su Le, although he has extraordinary talent in music, he unfortunately suffers from muteness and cannot show his singing voice, so singing can only be done by the spiritual practitioner."

Youmeng was stunned for a moment, and soon returned to her cold and arrogant attitude: "I heard that musician had both sexes and skills, which were better than immortals. It seems that God is fair and will not make anyone perfect."

The spiritual practitioner felt that the time was almost over, so he bowed his body and bowed: "There are other guests who want to see the spiritual practitioner. If nothing happens, the spiritual practitioner will take his leave first."

Youmeng suddenly remembered another thing and called out, "Oh, what's the name of the Jiangnan tune you sang on stage just now?"

Ling Xiu smiled and said, "That piece called "Wujun Xinghua Yin" is the most popular song by Master Su. Does the young master like it?"

Youmeng bent her lips with a few words: "The sound of the lingering sound lingers."

The spiritual cultivator smiled even stronger: "The spiritual cultivator will tell Master Su Le about the young master's appreciation, and he will be happy after hearing this."

When she turned around and was about to leave the door, Youmeng said to her back: "Since he is a mute, how can he teach you to sing his song?"

The spiritual cultivation stopped and turned around, still had the calm smile: "Sir Su's teaching singing does not need to be passed on by word of mouth. The mystery of all lies in his pipa."

"Pipa?" A suspicious light flashed in Youmeng's eyes, "Isn't it just a pipa? What's special?"

The spiritual practice smiled meaningfully: "Maybe the young master doesn't believe it. His pipa is spiritual. Others play it, but it's just a normal piano sound. As long as he plays it, he can use the string sound to make people understand what he thinks."

After saying that, he no longer gave Youmeng a chance to ask questions. His steps were light and he disappeared from her sight like a cigarette.

Youmeng lowered her face with suspicion and said to herself: "There are such strange people in the world?"
Chapter completed!