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    In the eastern part of the wilderness, Bodhi Temple.

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

    "You usually take Bodhi Manna very seriously and are very stingy. Why did Yuren come to borrow it this time and did it so readily?"

    The old monk smiled and said: "If something happens to Jianmu, it will be a major event in the world and not a matter for Yuren. You can't be stingy, you can't be stingy."

    Xiyue sneered: "The monk is not honest. You look so leisurely, but you don't feel any worry."

    The old monk smiled honestly: "The method of divination may not be exclusive to the donor."

    "Forget it, Jianmu is fine, and there may be no need to use your nectar, so just be a favor?"

    "Exactly."

    Xiyue became a little interested: "What hexagram?"

    "A dry poplar produces a flower."

    "?" Xiyue was stunned: "Are you sure you know the meaning of this hexagram?"

    The old monk¡¯s smile became more and more honest: ¡°Ah? Doesn¡¯t it mean that dead wood is reborn?¡±

    "That's an old woman forget it, if it's Jianmu, your interpretation can't be said to be wrong." 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 is an old woman?"

    Xiyue snorted, with a strange look on her face: "Yes."

    With a "pop" sound, the chess pieces fell, and the chessboard almost broke: "Stern-faced orange-skinned old Taoist girl? Just wait for me."

    The old monk's face twitched, and then he said slowly: "Actually, there is something wrong with Yuren's Jianmu branch this time, which also reflects something very fatal. Doesn't the donor care?"

    Xiyue said casually: "Does it mean that Jianmu itself is already declining? Otherwise, ordinary means are unlikely to be able to move its branches It can only be that it is not strong enough, and it is not the Jianmu we know."

    "Yes the donor is still very clear-eyed." The old monk muttered: "Jianmu is closely related to this world. If something goes wrong"

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

    The old monk was silent.

    Xiyue glanced at him: "Don't act like you are worried about the world here. I don't believe you can't guess the root cause of Jianmu's decline."

    People in the sky have robbed 90% of the spiritual energy in the world, and the energy supply required for building trees cannot keep up, and sooner or later it will become weaker and weaker.  As long as one knows that heavenly beings exist, there is almost no need to guess the reason.

    The only thing that needs to be guessed is why Tianshangren didn't directly occupy Jianmu and whether he had any secret discussions with Longzi.

    The old monk sighed.

    Xiyue said: "You don't dare to ask about the fundamental factors. What's the use of asking Jianmu alone?"

    The old monk said calmly: "Does the donor dare to ask?"

    "Dare, it's just inconvenient."

    "How big of a difference is there"

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

    The old monk was stunned: "Could it be the person who got drunk with the donor?"

    "Bang!" Xiyue patted a chess piece again, her eyebrows raised: "You have countless descriptions, why did you choose this one?"

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

    Xiyue glared angrily, while the monk smiled happily.  At this moment, a monk hurried in: "The feathered messenger is here and sent back the bodhi branch."

    The old monk put his hands on his hands and smiled: "Sure enough, withered Yang will give birth to flowers."

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

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    An An arrived at Qin Yi's new residence under the guidance of two feather men.

    This is no longer a house of house arrest. It is beside the temple and under the sacred tree, where the core leaders of the Yuren live.  The pool in the courtyard is the spring of spiritual energy, and the cliff behind the house is the water of mother and child. The atmosphere instantly becomes high-end and classy, ??and the guards are very tight.  An An carefully passed by the many guards, but what she received was the kind smiles of the feather people, who all said: "My uncle has told me that when Princess An An comes, she can go to see him directly without any notification."

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Two little Yumen girls were assigned to guide her.

    An An was reassured that Mr. An Dao was indeed a gentleman. The biggest sign of a gentleman is to remember feelings and would not take the contributions of the Beng clan for granted.

    It¡¯s good to have this intention, at least you won¡¯t feel like you¡¯re feeding the dog with your kindness.

    As for what to do next, An An doesn¡¯t know.  So far, the Nine Kings haven¡¯t expressed anything to Clam Girl, and they don¡¯t seem to be expressing their anger?Better never.

    Whether there is or not, King Niu¡¯s concert is still something that Clam Girl must do well, and she still needs to continue learning the flute.

    An An knocked on Qin Yi's door: "Sir, An An is here to learn the flute."

    It turned out that the door was ajar and there was no force, so it was pushed open as soon as I knocked.

    Qin Yi was sitting on the desk in front of the window, writing something with a pen in his hand. At this moment, he stood there and stared blankly at her barging in. There was a commotion under the table, and soon a pair of wings came out, and then the wings covered his face.  He ran away in a flash.

    An An couldn¡¯t understand this silent pantomime at all. What was Yu Shang doing under the table?  What are you running around in a hurry for?  I didn't even say hello, so rude.

    "First of all, sir?" Seeing Qin Yi's face twitching, An An said cautiously: "You are not disturbing sir, are you?"

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

    An An breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward with a happy expression. Sure enough, he was writing a new score, half of it was already written.  After several days of teaching before, An An is no longer a complete novice and can understand that this score is not a solo score, but may be for ensemble.

    "There are still more than ten days until the concert. I think you can barely learn the basics of flute, but it is impossible to play good music." Qin Yi said as expected: "I asked the Yu people,  Your Majesty just wants good music, and it doesn¡¯t mean that you all need to perform well. If you can attract foreign aid and play music that satisfies it, it will only be happy and will have absolutely no objections."

    An An nodded: "Yes, the king just hopes to get different music, without any racial restrictions. To be honest, An An originally thought about it, and wanted her husband to go with An An I was afraid that my husband would not agree, so I was embarrassed to mention it.  .¡±

    Qin Yi smiled and said: "I won't take advantage of you, and to tell you the truth, I want to get close to the prisoner cow, and I hope you can take me in. So I am begging you, not you begging me."

    An An smiled: "Sir, you are indeed a gentleman. In this case, it is a matter of happiness and hit it off for everyone, so who wants to beg whom?"

    Qin Yi said: "Then you read the score. We will practice this piece full-time these days."

    An An saluted: "Yes."

    Yu Shang, who had just ran out, came back wiping the corners of her mouth, glaring at An An and saying, "You usually wrap yourself up in a shell, how come you talk in front of my husband and speak more smoothly than anyone else? You are a gentleman who is magnanimous and hits it off immediately.  Whathow do you want to get along with my husband?"

    It¡¯s okay when there¡¯s no one around. When someone said that, An An¡¯s face turned red.

    When the clam shell is closed, a pillar stands in the middle.  A voice about to cry came from the pillar: "It's just a chorus"

    Yu Shang opened her mouth. The feeling of bullying was gone, and even the pleasure of fighting was gone.  It would be better to have a good fight with the Taoist nun and the witch, which is boring.

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

    These days, I feel that An An is quite normal except for not being very good at studying But judging from this performance, is it possible that when he performs in front of the public, he is locked up like a pillar?

    How about playing ball?

    Daily training and performing in front of the public are two different things. Many people wear headphones and scold teammates for more than ten minutes without breathing, and stand on the podium and stutter for a long time without farting.  What's the use of playing decently during practice, but everything falls apart when you get on stage.

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

    The clam shell opened a crack, and the beautiful eyes inside blinked.

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

    "Yes, yes, An An is sincerely learning the flute."

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

    An An felt something was wrong and her voice became softer: "Yes"

    "Well, from now on, you open the clam shell so wide that you are not allowed to close it, and then stand at the door of the Feathered Man Temple for an hour."

    "Huh?" An An's face turned green.

    "Pfft" Yu Shang burst out laughing.  This is the time when countless feather people go to the temple to pray. If they stand there with a clam shell open for an hour and people watch, will this girl faint?

    The shame and anger of being hit under the table disappeared in an instant, and she even felt that her husband was venting his anger on her.

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