The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

The days on the small mountain peak have returned to calm again, and the life of occasionally jumping around every day has returned again.

Ouyang lay on the recliner with dull eyes, and a loud and shrill suona sounded in his ears.

From morning to night, Tutu, the child, seemed to be possessed by a demon, hugging the broken suona every day and not letting go.

Su Xiaoqi and Mu Yunhai came to teach Hu Tutu lessons when they had time, and repeatedly warned Hu Tutu that since he had obtained a valuable treasure, he should play a few tunes whenever he had time.

It is said that it can better resonate with Taoist treasures and achieve the state of unity between human and happiness.

The main thing is that the child is free all day, so he keeps it in mind, playing from morning to night.

I didn’t forget to take a few bites while eating.

In order to bring the scene into the scene, she even asked a handsome dachshund and a black monkey to cry around the handsome guy every day.

The whole Zanghu looked confused, and the more he listened, the more panicked he became, as if he was about to be sent away every day.

I don’t know whether to send Zanghu away or not, but Ouyang feels that he is really about to send him away.

He obviously has a temperament qualification of up to 10 points, why can Tutu play so badly?

To say that the devil's sound reaches the ears is an understatement. As long as the shrill sound of the suona sounds, the small mountain peak will be hundreds of miles away, let alone animals and birds, not even a mosquito will come.

The mosquito repellent effect is very obvious, and it has become a chemical weapon.

Ouyang also asked Su Xiaoqi and Mu Yunhai tactfully if they didn't teach carefully.

It's good that a little girl holding up a broken suona and puffing her cheeks while blowing is already lacking in style.

Mainly because it sounds so ugly!

It’s not like I haven’t heard of the suona before. In my previous life, I could hear the tunes played by people on the Internet about hundreds of birds approaching the phoenix, mountains and flowing water, etc.

When you blow this nonsense, it sounds like it only makes people die, and it has no sense of beauty at all!

After listening to Ouyang's complaints, Su Xiaoqi gave him a sharp shudder and said angrily, "Rotten wood cannot be carved."

Mu Yunhai, the junior master's wife, blushed and said: "The real way of temperament is to have music without temperament but with heart. The music that can hit the heart first is the ultimate goal of temperament. What does it matter whether it sounds good or not? What does the monk say? Not a prostitute from a brothel."

I feel like dying when I listen to it together, are you listening correctly?

Ouyang braced himself and asked: "Then the little girl plays music that makes people want to die, but can't the music make the people happy?"

Mu Yunhai looked at Ouyang strangely and asked: "Since Tutu can resonate with the way of music and exhibit this effect, it means that the way of killing in music is more suitable for Tutu!"

The way of music also includes all the ways in the world. It can inspire people's hearts and morale, and it can also kill people and take their heads.

Various negative psychological effects on the listener are also one of the functions of music.

Do you want to die? Just want to die!

Because the music she plays will make you die!

At this moment Ouyang realized, that is to say, now Hu Tutu is asking himself whether he will die or not by playing the suona every day.

When did this little cotton-padded jacket leak like this?

Mu Yunhai looked at the dull Ouyang and explained: "Now Hu Tutu has just started to come into contact with the art of music, so she can't control her inner thoughts. After she fully masters it, she will be able to send and receive freely!"

"That's it, that's okay!" Hearing this, Ouyang breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that his junior sister didn't mean to ask whether he would die!

After solving Ouyang's doubts, Mu Yunhai boldly invited Ouyang: "Are you free tonight? I'll play the flute for you..."

Why do you play the erhu and the jade flute?

I still have a jade flute, do you want to play it?

Ouyang was shocked when he looked at Mu Yunhai, who had a red face and spring-like brows.

What did you do? Nothing has been done!

Why is this young master's wife so expressionless?

Could it be that the suona played by Tu Tu is aphrodisiac?

Originally, the little mistress had a cold, cool, fragile feeling that inexplicably made people feel protective.

Now add a touch of glamor.

Full of contrast.

Who can withstand this! Ouyang couldn't hold back his gun for a while.

Ouyang raised his hand and gave himself a slap to wake him up as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

Hiss, this girl is so naturally charming that she fell into love and love inadvertently!

Horror!

This is my little mistress!

Ouyang cursed secretly that he was such a beast, and then said with an awkward smile: "Little Junior Wife, if you don't go back, the senior sisters living on Wenjian Peak will really have children!"

Ever since Wenjian Peak became the residence of the Penglai Fairy Mountain delegation.

The area near Wenjian Peak has never been so lively.

As the head of female cultivators, Penglai Immortal Mountain sends out female disciples who are naturally beauties.

I have never seen men before, and every one of them looks like a clear stupidity.

This naturally attracted the attention of all the unmarried male disciples of Qingyun Sect.

Recently, the favorite thing for the unmarried monks of Qingyun Sect is to wear as many sexy clothes as possible, and then go for an outing to Wenjian Peak.

At the foot of Wenjianfeng Mountain, there are people reciting poems and composing poems every ten steps, and people sitting on the ground discussing Taoism every hundred steps.

From time to time, two people would come up to compete.

If it weren't for the strict enforcement of the law by the muscle brothers at Xingfeng Peak, they would have turned a blind eye to the female monks on Wenjian Peak.

Those young people whose brains are controlled by hormones are eager to rush to Wenjianfeng first.

Have a sweet kiss with those young ladies from Penglai Fairy Mountain!

Listening to Ouyang's words that clearly had an order to expel guests, Mu Yunhai glared at Ouyang angrily.

Even when he is angry, he has a charming and charming attitude.

I have always regarded Hu Yun as my elder, why does this brat in front of me always associate myself with Hu Yun?

A sudden blow hit Ouyang on the head, he turned around and left the small mountain with a gust of fragrant wind.

"When you are thirty, you are like a wolf, when you are ten, you are like a tiger. If you are three thousand years old, you will become a succubus! It's really scary. I almost deceived my master and destroyed my ancestors!" Ouyang was thankful that he had followed his moral bottom line with lingering fear.

I just turned around and was going to go back and catch up on my sleep while I was eating my lunch.

Suddenly, dark clouds gathered on the top of the small mountain peak, and there was a loud thunder.

"??? Sky thunder?" Ouyang looked at the scene in front of him, it was too familiar.

Every once in a while, if a thunderstorm doesn't hit the top of the small mountain peak, Ouyang will worry about whether there is something wrong with the practice of the unruly disciples on the mountain.

Ouyang squinted his eyes and looked at the thunder in the sky. Although he had never been struck by thunder, he had seen it a lot.

I always feel that this divine punishment is extremely fragile.

Ouyang walked quickly towards his yard. As soon as he reached the door, he heard a confused and arrogant voice.

"Third senior brother, please help me take out my little quilt. It is Tutu's ultimate magic weapon against the thunder!" Hu Tutu ran into the kitchen and chirped towards Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng smiled and pulled out the quilt embroidered with fox heads from his sleeves.

Hu Tutu happily wrapped himself in a quilt and ran outside without even seeing Ouyang.

Ouyang stood in front of the kitchen and looked at Chen Changsheng with a smile on his face, and asked inexplicably: "What's going on? Didn't you bring this heavenly punishment here?"

Chen Changsheng choked at Ouyang's question, then scratched his head and said with a simple smile: "Elder brother misunderstood, it's not me, it's Tutu who is about to break through to the Nascent Soul stage!"