Confuse the world every day

Qin Jian looked at Mo Diancang, but Mo Diancang looked at Sandalwood in front of him.Mo Diancang's speech was very slow, but he spoke every word very clearly, so that Qin Jian didn't dare to interrupt his speech at all, and he didn't dare to ask questions to interrupt his speech.

"Father died and was executed by the family, and my mother died too, but I didn't see how he died and where the body was." Mo Dot's empty sleeves fluttered in the wind: "Father was sentenced to death. My brother and I were forced to watch the torture, his tongue was cut off, and he just kept yelling at my brother and me, as if he wanted to say something..."

Having said that, Mo Diancang suddenly laughed out loud.

Qin Jian looked at Mo Diancang behind the misty smoke of sandalwood, and his whole body trembled for no reason when he heard his laughter.

I'll be good, Senior Brother Mo laughing like this in this atmosphere is really a bit perverted.

"Father's open mouth only has the root of his tongue and blood in his mouth, and those bloodshot eyes are wide open..." Mo Diancang's eyes gradually lost focus, and his pupils began to shrink slowly. Repeatedly, even the spoken sentences lost the clear logic of the past.

Qin Jian could tell.

This is a typical symptom of staged mental disorders, that is to say, a person has an extremely terrifying memory. As long as this memory is activated, he will temporarily lose all senses of the outside world, unless a strong external stimulus will make him stop. Waking up in my own memory.

This kind of illness, in common terms, means: recalling the past.

The representative word for Two-dimensional is: Memories Kill.

Qin Jian straightened up from the futon almost without thinking, and hugged Mo Diancang.

……

Mo Diancang woke up almost instantly.

Qin Jian was sweating coldly: Damn it!Is the stimulus too high?It feels like it's not ending well now!

Mo Diancang looked at Qin Jian who was hugging him, was stunned for a while, and suddenly smiled softly: "I'm not a child, so you don't need to comfort me like that."

Qin Jian hurried down the ladder stretched out by Mo Diancang, immediately let go of it, and sat back on his futon without saying anything, just in front of him that he hadn't done anything just now.

Mo Diancang has always been a smart person, he can see that Qin Jian is pretending to be stupid, so let him do it, he simply pretended that it had never happened, and after thinking about it, he said: "Look at me, it was supposed to teach you piano skills Yes, now it’s time to talk about yourself.”

What can Qin Jian say?I don't want to say anything.

Qin Jian instinctively felt that Mo Diancang, a senior brother, was far less kind than he had shown.Although it can't be said how black-bellied, but it is by no means such a naive and kind person.But fortunately, no matter what kind of plans Senior Brother Mo has, he will never harm himself or his master.

In the final analysis, he still joined a good teacher.

Other people's sects are mostly intrigue and duplicity, but Tianyuan Jianzong is full of love from top to bottom, just like a big family.

Qin Jian's thoughts were interrupted by Mo Diancang's voice at this point.

"Junior brother, come and sit, otherwise how would you learn the piano?" Mo Diancang's intention was obvious, he let Qin Jian sit directly in front of him, and taught Qin Jian the strings and syllables from behind.

Qin Jian didn't know what was wrong, and suddenly remembered that Mo Ranxi was also holding her behind her back this morning, teaching her sword moves.For no reason, he thought of Master Huang He's saying about the brothers and sisters living together.

Although, he didn't think so and felt that real Huang He was boring, but now Mo Diancang let him sit in front of him, and when Senior Brother Mo taught his piano skills from behind, he felt a little embarrassed about his piano skills...

But then he thought about it, shook his head and felt that he was thinking too much, so he lifted his robe and sat down obediently.

After he sat down, Mo Diancang walked around behind him: "Junior brother, I don't have hands, so I can't point to your strings. I can only use my spiritual power to support your hands. Relax your hands, and I will use my spiritual power to guide you." Control your fingers."

Qin Jian nodded, and immediately put his hands on the qin. Almost at the same time, he also felt a burst of refreshing breath coming from Mo Diancang behind him. The strength of others began to move.

"palace."

Mo Diancang simply said the syllables, and then used his spiritual power to direct the fingers of the Qinjian to pluck a string on the Guqin.

"business."

Another finger is also plucking on the strings.

……

"Remember that each finger has its own fixed fingering." Mo Diancang's plucking teaching was very successful. In just one afternoon, Qinjian successfully memorized the fingerings and syllables on the strings.

But Mo Diancang doesn't think so.

He thinks that Junior Brother Qin Jian is worthy of being a child of the qin family. He has never touched the guqin, but he has memorized the fingering in just one afternoon. He is very remarkable and clever. Heqin Ji was born with such a talent, that's why he created such a powerful double-heart technique.

It's a pity that he doesn't know that Qin Jian has learned piano and staves in reality~ Guqin techniques are indeed very difficult, but if a child who already has an innate foundation learns these, as long as he is not brain-dead, it is almost perfect!

So, Brother Mo Dian Cang Mo, your imagination has gone too far.

The days of practicing sword in the morning and learning the piano in the afternoon passed very quickly, as fast as the author's word count, and half of a chapter was mixed up.But the author knows that if you keep messing around like this, you will lose your collection, so the author decided to start showing you a peak of the plot.

Qin Jian's acceptance ceremony was held at noon.

The sun is shining brightly, and there are no clouds.

Under the guidance of Mo Diancang, Qin Jian already knew the general etiquette, but his psychology is always a bit uncomfortable.That feeling was exactly the same as when he was accepted into the teacher's school earlier, when he felt like he was about to die.

Could it be that he is going to die again in this apprentice acceptance ceremony?

With this feeling in mind, Qin Jian stepped up to the steps in front of the hall step by step amidst the sound of the bell, feeling almost collapsed.As he kept climbing, he saw Master Xiwu, Bo Yan and Master Ming Yuan standing in front of the main hall.And standing on both sides, fanning out like a fan are the guests from various sects invited to participate in this grand ceremony.

Qin Jian climbed up the steps in front of the main hall, suppressing his own breathing. He took a cup of tea from the tray in Mo Ranxi's hand, walked towards Master Xiwu, and was about to half-kneel down to offer tea to the master. I heard a voice: "Wait a minute!"

coming!

Qin Jian knew that his apprenticeship would definitely not go so smoothly.

In the eyes of everyone, Master Huang He stood up from his seat, stroked his beard, squinted his eyes at Qin Jian, and sneered at the corner of his mouth.

"So you are Qin Jian."

Qin Jian didn't panic, he stood up calmly, and performed a junior courtesy to Master Huang He: "It's easy to say." In his words, he didn't have the respect that juniors should have to Master Huang He.

Master Huang He is naturally not stupid, he can see that Qin Jian has no good impressions of him, but this point does not hinder him at all.

He unhurriedly walked out of the tea table with fruit in front of him, and walked to the center of the main hall in a steady manner: "Today is the grand ceremony of accepting disciples of the noble sect. We were invited to come here to congratulate, but we saw that it was This son is about to join the Tianyuan Sword Sect, so I would like to advise Fairy Xiwu, to accept disciples, it is better to see people clearly."

Uncle Bo Yan nodded, and said, "Really Huang He is right."

……kindness?

Qin Jian looked at Uncle Boyan with a little confusion about the situation, why did the uncle like the words of Master Huang He?

Uncle, are you here to tear down your desk?

Not only Qin Jian, but even Mo Diancang and Mo Ranxi looked at each other wonderingly, and then looked at Master Boyan together.

Master Bo Yan calmly picked up his teacup and drank some tea: "Master also taught us to be sisters in the same way before he was promoted to immortality. He said that when recruiting apprentices, we must be careful and not randomly accept them. Especially those who have a good character It’s not good, it’s fine to play casually, or teach a few tricks, recruiting disciples is absolutely impossible.” After speaking, he also looked at Master Huang He: “Really, right? "

What the hell!

Qin Jian understood the meaning of Uncle Bo Yan, and immediately felt: I'll wipe it, uncle, if you don't cry, it's all right, Yiming is simply a hand-to-hand hatred! !Is there a proper slap in the face?Not only did he slap Daoist Huang He in the face, but he also slapped the face of his patriarch!

Think about the ancestor of Daoist Huang He, didn't he want to learn from the ancestor of Tianyuan Sword Sect, Tianyuan Thirteen Swords?Uncle Bo Yan returned the words of Master Huang He to Master Huang He with the way of his own way, and he used his tricks to treat his own body. This letter of ridicule and blow was more than doubled.

People from various sects present couldn't help laughing at Master Huang He and the people from Hearing Pavilion, which made Master Huang He almost vomit blood with anger! !

Immortal Huang He stood up to his thick skin, without even turning red, he immediately said, "Today the Tianyuan Sword Sect will accept this apprentice, and I'm afraid it will be the biggest joke in the Lower Immortal Realm in the future!"

Uncle Ming Yuan stood up unhurriedly, and said, "Reverend Huang He is talking nonsense here?"

Master Huang He smiled coldly: "Do you know who this son is?"

Qin Jian was stupefied, what the hell?Do you know where I am from?

This is impossible!