Is my master a villain?Don't worry, I'll show it off first
Chapter 69 Suona 1 sound, either ascending to heaven or worshiping the temple
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Wan He woke up, Wan He made rice dumplings, Wan He came to Cangya Peak, Wan He started peeling rice dumplings again.
"Master, I saw that you loved eating rice dumplings very much last night, so I went to Lingcheng to purchase the ingredients last night. You don't know that it's hard to find rice dumpling leaves this season, so it took me a lot of effort.
But the master loves to eat, and the disciples will not hesitate even if they go through fire and water.
Come and try it, is it still the same taste? "
Yan Mo dropped a sunspot and landed outside the grid.
"Who said that I like to eat as a teacher?"
"You... don't like to eat?"
Yan Mo: "I have been practicing as a disciple for many years, but my appetite is not strong..."
He said it very tactfully, hoping that his little disciple would be able to understand the meaning of the words deeply.
Wan He: "Master, you are so pitiful. You have never eaten these delicacies after going off the grain, right?
It must be the sect's steamed buns and porridge that have made you lose your desire for delicious food. Don't worry, the disciple is here, the disciple will cook, the disciple will respect you and prepare a lot of delicious food for you! "
"No need!~" The taste of your elixir is quite "delicious".
"But this time I put a lot of effort into making the rice dumplings..."
Wan He's big, watery eyes looked at Yan Mo.
The chess pieces in front of Yan Mo were as messy as a plate of loose sand.
"You put it here first, Xiaoqi, let the teacher check your homework!"
Wan He's face suddenly wrinkled into a flower: "Master, I saw that the senior brothers and the others were not here, and I was afraid that you would be lonely, so I came to chat with you.
Why are you making things difficult for me in turn? "
Yan Mo: "No?"
Who is making it difficult for whom?
After eating three rice dumplings last time, he wandered outside for ten days in a row, killing monsters day and night, and even destroyed a demon cultivator's den.
Finally, he came back feeling relaxed. He had slept for three days and three nights before he felt energetic. He, a master of cultivation who had been stuck for hundreds of years in the late Mahayana period, suddenly made a breakthrough while sleeping soundly.
He had suppressed his cultivation for 300 years, deliberately trying not to break through, but he accidentally reached the late stage of transcending the tribulation, crossing three levels. If he hadn't realized it in time and woke up, he might have ascended directly in his dream. .
300 years of hard work have been in vain.
"Then Master, do you want to eat?"
Wan He raised the rice dumpling. Since you are eating, you won't have time to check my homework. When you finish eating, I will leave. I want to go back to sleep.
"what--"
Yan Mo met her earnest eyes and twitched the corner of his mouth: "Okay, then I'll eat one!"
After one, Wan He opened the second one: "Good things come in pairs, so eating two is a good luck!"
Yan Mo: I am a master who has overcome tribulations, so why do I need a lucky draw to accomplish any good thing?
Wan He blinked: "Master, does he dislike his disciple's poor craftsmanship?"
"Nothing! Ha..."
After two, Wan He handed over the third one.
"Master"
"Don't say anything. Good things come in pairs. I ate two. If I eat more, it will be an odd number.
Are you healed?
Come on out, let's practice? "
As soon as he jumped, his body jumped out.
Wan He scratched his head: "Master, you can't have the strength to practice until you're full?"
"I'm full, come out!"
Yan Mo shook his wrist and decided to educate his little disciple.
Under the snow-cold flower tree, there are two figures, one tall and one short.
"Your senior sister is Yinxiu, you know that, right?"
Wan He frowned: "Disciple knows!"
"Come on, try playing a piece of music with me!"
Yan Mo handed over a peach wood flute, but Wan He refused: "Master, I don't know how to play the flute, but if you want to talk about musical instruments, I can really do the same!"
"what?"
After burning the incense, Wanhe returned to the snow-cold flower tree.
The corner of Yan Mo's mouth twitched: "You want to use this thing to learn music from me?"
Wan He was full of confidence: "No need to learn, I know a lot of songs. Master, listen to me. I will play "Monkey Play" for you first..."
"Okay, let me listen first to see what kind of music you know!" Yan Mo was quite happy. He didn't expect that the disciple would know it before he taught it. He liked this kind of disciple who didn't put in much effort.
With a move of his sleeves and a flick of his fingertips, the small coffee table was placed, pastries, melon seeds, peanuts, and tea were prepared. He poured himself a cup of tea and brought it to his mouth slowly.
As a result, a high note suddenly sounded, and he was expected to live for 500 years. His unchanging temperament also trembled when Taishan collapsed.
The tea was spilled and Wan He had already finished her orgasm.
"Master, how is it?"
Yan Mo: "Ahem, what else do you want?"
"Oh, I'll play you another song "囍"!"
When the funeral was over, Wan He gave Yan Mo another song.
"Master, if you like it so much, I will give you another song, "Anheqiao Interlude"."
"Anheqiao Interlude" ended, and Wanhe played "Move Your Body" and "Horse Racing" in one breath.
"Master, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so unhappy?
I can also play "White Bird to the Phoenix", with a super long tone, and a tyrannical lung capacity..."
"Okay, that's it for today..." Yan Mo felt that the biological clock may have changed recently, causing the blood to surge.
He used his spiritual power to suppress his blood pressure and began to put away the things in front of him. Sure enough, the arrangements were made too early and he didn't even drink a sip of tea.
"No, Master, in order to save time, I only played the climax part. Are you not satisfied?" Wan He was extremely confused.
Suddenly she seemed to understand why Yan Mo reacted.
“There is no person who cannot cry while playing the erhu, and there is no soul who cannot be sent away by the suona.
All kinds of musical instruments, suona is king.
Either ascend to heaven or worship in church.
A thousand-year-old pipa and a ten-year-old zither play an erhu for a lifetime.
I was so excited when I first came to this world, and the whole drama ended with the sound of the suona!
Master, I have an erhu here. If you just cooperate with me, I will definitely be able to play a world-famous piece.
Let’s play an ensemble piece called “Horse Racing”, which will definitely become a stunning piece! "
Yan Mo watched blankly as she took out an erhu from the Qiankun bag, and he began to deeply doubt his original intention of accepting this girl into the sect.
"Master, I suddenly remembered that your second uncle asked me to come over for tea a few days ago. I'm leaving first!" Yan Mo waved his sleeves and flew away.
I really don’t know why he suddenly wanted to teach Xiao Qi the temperament. He comforted himself while flying. It was almost done. It was considered okay. Xiao Qi was a double cultivator of alchemy and talisman. Adding another music cultivator was too much.
Yes, there are too many, no need to dwell on this, no need to dwell on it...
No, who was the bastard who taught her how to play suona?
What are you teaching?
I really almost sent him away...
After living for 500 years, he suppressed his cultivation and failed to achieve breakthrough and ascension. As a result, he made his disciple play the suona so hard that he wanted to die.
Wan He woke up, Wan He made rice dumplings, Wan He came to Cangya Peak, Wan He started peeling rice dumplings again.
"Master, I saw that you loved eating rice dumplings very much last night, so I went to Lingcheng to purchase the ingredients last night. You don't know that it's hard to find rice dumpling leaves this season, so it took me a lot of effort.
But the master loves to eat, and the disciples will not hesitate even if they go through fire and water.
Come and try it, is it still the same taste? "
Yan Mo dropped a sunspot and landed outside the grid.
"Who said that I like to eat as a teacher?"
"You... don't like to eat?"
Yan Mo: "I have been practicing as a disciple for many years, but my appetite is not strong..."
He said it very tactfully, hoping that his little disciple would be able to understand the meaning of the words deeply.
Wan He: "Master, you are so pitiful. You have never eaten these delicacies after going off the grain, right?
It must be the sect's steamed buns and porridge that have made you lose your desire for delicious food. Don't worry, the disciple is here, the disciple will cook, the disciple will respect you and prepare a lot of delicious food for you! "
"No need!~" The taste of your elixir is quite "delicious".
"But this time I put a lot of effort into making the rice dumplings..."
Wan He's big, watery eyes looked at Yan Mo.
The chess pieces in front of Yan Mo were as messy as a plate of loose sand.
"You put it here first, Xiaoqi, let the teacher check your homework!"
Wan He's face suddenly wrinkled into a flower: "Master, I saw that the senior brothers and the others were not here, and I was afraid that you would be lonely, so I came to chat with you.
Why are you making things difficult for me in turn? "
Yan Mo: "No?"
Who is making it difficult for whom?
After eating three rice dumplings last time, he wandered outside for ten days in a row, killing monsters day and night, and even destroyed a demon cultivator's den.
Finally, he came back feeling relaxed. He had slept for three days and three nights before he felt energetic. He, a master of cultivation who had been stuck for hundreds of years in the late Mahayana period, suddenly made a breakthrough while sleeping soundly.
He had suppressed his cultivation for 300 years, deliberately trying not to break through, but he accidentally reached the late stage of transcending the tribulation, crossing three levels. If he hadn't realized it in time and woke up, he might have ascended directly in his dream. .
300 years of hard work have been in vain.
"Then Master, do you want to eat?"
Wan He raised the rice dumpling. Since you are eating, you won't have time to check my homework. When you finish eating, I will leave. I want to go back to sleep.
"what--"
Yan Mo met her earnest eyes and twitched the corner of his mouth: "Okay, then I'll eat one!"
After one, Wan He opened the second one: "Good things come in pairs, so eating two is a good luck!"
Yan Mo: I am a master who has overcome tribulations, so why do I need a lucky draw to accomplish any good thing?
Wan He blinked: "Master, does he dislike his disciple's poor craftsmanship?"
"Nothing! Ha..."
After two, Wan He handed over the third one.
"Master"
"Don't say anything. Good things come in pairs. I ate two. If I eat more, it will be an odd number.
Are you healed?
Come on out, let's practice? "
As soon as he jumped, his body jumped out.
Wan He scratched his head: "Master, you can't have the strength to practice until you're full?"
"I'm full, come out!"
Yan Mo shook his wrist and decided to educate his little disciple.
Under the snow-cold flower tree, there are two figures, one tall and one short.
"Your senior sister is Yinxiu, you know that, right?"
Wan He frowned: "Disciple knows!"
"Come on, try playing a piece of music with me!"
Yan Mo handed over a peach wood flute, but Wan He refused: "Master, I don't know how to play the flute, but if you want to talk about musical instruments, I can really do the same!"
"what?"
After burning the incense, Wanhe returned to the snow-cold flower tree.
The corner of Yan Mo's mouth twitched: "You want to use this thing to learn music from me?"
Wan He was full of confidence: "No need to learn, I know a lot of songs. Master, listen to me. I will play "Monkey Play" for you first..."
"Okay, let me listen first to see what kind of music you know!" Yan Mo was quite happy. He didn't expect that the disciple would know it before he taught it. He liked this kind of disciple who didn't put in much effort.
With a move of his sleeves and a flick of his fingertips, the small coffee table was placed, pastries, melon seeds, peanuts, and tea were prepared. He poured himself a cup of tea and brought it to his mouth slowly.
As a result, a high note suddenly sounded, and he was expected to live for 500 years. His unchanging temperament also trembled when Taishan collapsed.
The tea was spilled and Wan He had already finished her orgasm.
"Master, how is it?"
Yan Mo: "Ahem, what else do you want?"
"Oh, I'll play you another song "囍"!"
When the funeral was over, Wan He gave Yan Mo another song.
"Master, if you like it so much, I will give you another song, "Anheqiao Interlude"."
"Anheqiao Interlude" ended, and Wanhe played "Move Your Body" and "Horse Racing" in one breath.
"Master, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so unhappy?
I can also play "White Bird to the Phoenix", with a super long tone, and a tyrannical lung capacity..."
"Okay, that's it for today..." Yan Mo felt that the biological clock may have changed recently, causing the blood to surge.
He used his spiritual power to suppress his blood pressure and began to put away the things in front of him. Sure enough, the arrangements were made too early and he didn't even drink a sip of tea.
"No, Master, in order to save time, I only played the climax part. Are you not satisfied?" Wan He was extremely confused.
Suddenly she seemed to understand why Yan Mo reacted.
“There is no person who cannot cry while playing the erhu, and there is no soul who cannot be sent away by the suona.
All kinds of musical instruments, suona is king.
Either ascend to heaven or worship in church.
A thousand-year-old pipa and a ten-year-old zither play an erhu for a lifetime.
I was so excited when I first came to this world, and the whole drama ended with the sound of the suona!
Master, I have an erhu here. If you just cooperate with me, I will definitely be able to play a world-famous piece.
Let’s play an ensemble piece called “Horse Racing”, which will definitely become a stunning piece! "
Yan Mo watched blankly as she took out an erhu from the Qiankun bag, and he began to deeply doubt his original intention of accepting this girl into the sect.
"Master, I suddenly remembered that your second uncle asked me to come over for tea a few days ago. I'm leaving first!" Yan Mo waved his sleeves and flew away.
I really don’t know why he suddenly wanted to teach Xiao Qi the temperament. He comforted himself while flying. It was almost done. It was considered okay. Xiao Qi was a double cultivator of alchemy and talisman. Adding another music cultivator was too much.
Yes, there are too many, no need to dwell on this, no need to dwell on it...
No, who was the bastard who taught her how to play suona?
What are you teaching?
I really almost sent him away...
After living for 500 years, he suppressed his cultivation and failed to achieve breakthrough and ascension. As a result, he made his disciple play the suona so hard that he wanted to die.
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