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"Ah, I'm so annoying, why haven't I figured it out yet!" Ye Qiao scratched at her hair irritably.He is not an impatient person. He used to write and draw for a whole day.But there are too many tones!It's been almost a month, and I still remember a mess.To Ye Qiao, this was simply a shame! !Yes, what Ye Qiao is proud of is not only his calligraphy and painting ability, but also his memory and natural sense of music that are much stronger than ordinary people.It's just that these abilities were overshadowed by his amazing talent for calligraphy and painting in his previous life, and he didn't even care much about them.

But it is precisely because of these abilities that are different from ordinary people, so when he gets serious, he can't bear his slow learning efficiency-oh, this is purely asking for trouble, don't you know how amazing your progress is? ?Teacher Yan Qiong is very clear——

God!In just over 20 days, I have memorized almost all the phonics. Although I still sometimes put the donkey's bridle on the horse's head, this is too genius! !Back then, it took him more than three years to remember everything clearly—although he was studying painting and pharmacy at the same time, and didn't have all the time to study singing, but it took less than a month!God!God!

Apart from being amazed, Yan Qiong didn't know what to say.Seeing Ye Qiao slap the book on the table as if venting his anger, and didn't stop him, just looked at this little guy with a smile, isn't it too dissatisfied?But Yan Qiong didn't plan to tell him, so he would learn faster, right?Teacher Yan thought a little treacherously.

Ye Qiao walked around the house twice, but still seemed very upset, so she set up a cloud and flew out of the tree house.Yan Qiong nodded in satisfaction, it seems that the ability to drive clouds is already very proficient.

After staying in the house for a while, he was still worried, and went out of the tree house. After searching for a while, he found that Ye Qiao was not near the tree house.Ever since Ye Qiao came here, she has almost never been out of Yan Qiong's sight.Now that he was not found for a while, Yan Qiong panicked for a while.He simply rode the whirlwind to hang high in the sky, looked around, and soon found Ye Qiao's white figure on the hill facing the cliff.

It's already late autumn, and the mountains are covered with yellow, yellow and red leaves, mixed with some green, which makes the autumn look even more desolate.Seeing Ye Qiao standing on the top of the mountain safe and sound, Yan Qiong breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as she was about to go down, she suddenly heard a faint singing, Yan Qiong was startled, it was Qiao'er, what happened to him?

Ye Qiao's voice was very low at first, intermittently, gradually the tone became longer and longer, and the voice became more relaxed, but the deep unwillingness revealed in it became clearer and clearer. Yan Qiong frowned and listened, feeling something was wrong. How come some anger and faint... despair can be heard from Ye Qiao's voice?

Ye Qiao's voice got higher and higher, and the sense of desolation and despair became stronger and stronger, and there was also a faint irritability, which seemed to startle the creatures on the entire mountain, and all kinds of birds flew out. Crows gathered in the sky, Ye Qiao's voice became louder and louder, the leaves on the mountain fell one after another, and rose instead of falling, gradually forming a huge vortex with Ye Qiao as the center, covering Ye Qiao with a layer of colorful splendor , and getting brighter, it looks almost unreal.The whole change was only in a few breaths, Yan Qiong was startled, feeling that something was wrong, she immediately avoided the surrounding birds and ran towards Ye Qiao.

The moment his hand touched Ye Qiao, his ending voice suddenly became extremely high-pitched, and the voice broke. Ye Qiao closed his eyes tightly, and fell into Yan Qiong's arms like a doll that had lost its life.Yan Qiong was taken aback, and immediately took out a box from Ye Qiao's chest, took out a spiritual power pill, stuffed it into his mouth, and forced him to swallow it.

The colorful brilliance around Ye Qiao's body gradually dimmed, and was gradually enveloped by a blue light floating from his heart, and his pale face that lost all blood color slowly returned to normal.Yan Qiong, who was just in shock, hugged Ye Qiao tightly, regretting it for a moment.Because of Ye Qiao's experience in her previous life, she was always worried that she would become a burden to Yan Qiong, so she studied desperately.But because he didn't know the progress of other people, he was always dissatisfied with himself. Just now, it was obviously because he lost control of his emotions and almost exhausted his spiritual power to sing, causing his life to be in danger.Worried about Ye Qiao's situation, the impatient Yan Qiong picked him up and flew towards the tree house.

"Qiao'er, Qiao'er, how are you feeling?" Yan Qiong touched Ye Qiao's face and asked with concern.

Ye Qiao glanced at Yan Qiong silently, and turned her head to the side with great effort.

Yan Qiong turned Ye Qiao's head and sighed helplessly: "Qiao'er, you have too high demands on yourself. You don't even know how talented you are!"

Ye Qiao couldn't keep his head away, a little irritable and weak: "You don't need to comfort me, what a genius! You can't even memorize a few phonics!"

Yan Qiong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, as expected, this kid has such a temper, he almost risked his life--"Fool, it took me three years to memorize these phonics back then, and your entry speed is already very fast No! Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

"You don't need to comfort me." Ye Qiao said sullenly.

"I didn't comfort you, it's true." Yan Qiong looked into Ye Qiao's eyes and said seriously: "Don't be so hard on yourself, your speed is really fast. It was really dangerous just now, do you know that, Singing almost consumes all the spiritual power, you will die if you do this, do you know!!" In the end, Yan Qiong could hardly hide her anger, if she didn't take herself seriously, then she would spend so much effort to keep him What is your life!

Ye Qiao knew she was in the wrong, so she pursed her lips and did not speak.Yan Qiong let out a long sigh, hugged Ye Qiao in her arms, and didn't speak for a moment.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it in the future!" Ye Qiao murmured in Yan Qiong's arms and said in a low voice.

Yan Qiong breathed a sigh of relief, and dug Ye Qiao out of her arms: "You said this, you must not do this in the future, and you must not underestimate your life under any circumstances. This is the minimum self-awareness of a spiritual being."

"En." Ye Qiao nodded solemnly.

The author has something to say: Hey, today is the day with the most comments since I wrote the article, but "Xia Yi" has come to an end for the time being, so I will add two chapters to "Ye Qiao" tonight.Because there are many things that have not been explained clearly, Pinzheng is considering writing "Xia Yi ([-])". If there is a hole, it will continue to be filled.Please continue to support ^^ Thank you!

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30. Vision...

Soon winter will come.Ji country is located in the south, and the winter is only colder, but there is almost no snow, which makes Ye Qiao very regretful.It seems that because of the accumulation of spiritual power, as the weather gets colder, Ye Qiao is not as afraid of the cold as in winter.In the twinkling of an eye, winter turns to spring, and everything gradually begins to recover.Ye Qiao built a coop for his chickens, and still feeds them with miscellaneous grains every day.He also planted coriander, a kind of green vegetable that grows in Ji country in winter, and looked at the spiritual side dishes against the wind and frost every day, and his heart was warm, and he felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

After the turmoil of singing, Ye Qiao soon discovered that her spiritual power had improved a lot, just like when the water in the pool was drained, when the water was released again, because the mud and blockage were removed, the water was stored more .The abundance of spiritual power gave him a feeling of being as light as a swallow, and he was more comfortable with using wooden brushes. Now he can easily summon all kinds of small birds and small animals from the drawing paper.

The last incident also gave him a revelation. At that time, he didn't think of any phonics at all, but subconsciously sang his own mood, and he could also manipulate and affect the surrounding environment. Does it mean that he can completely ignore those phonics? You can sing freely if you don’t use the tactic?

In the next period of time, he began to try to prove his ideas.Sure enough, although the effect is not as good as expected, but when he concentrates on singing his own thoughts without too much spiritual power, most of them can be done.This made him very happy, but also a little resentful—that bastard Yan Qiong, let me tell you earlier, it's so simple, I will know it sooner!It's so complicated, it's just making me detour!snort!

When Yan Qiong finally knew the reason why Ye Qiao groaned and refused to talk to him for several days, she wanted to look up to the sky and sigh, and she wanted to cry without tears—it was easy! !There has never been a singer below the ninth level who can manipulate the surrounding environment as he pleases without using Yin Jue!Even the ninth-level powerhouses often need to borrow part of the phonics to chant, and the only one who can really do whatever he wants is the God of Songs at the upper level of the spirit!Even he himself, who is still a ninth-level singer of the spiritual painting saint, can't really do whatever he wants. You say, you, a little boy who has no rank, can actually do this step. This, how can you be a person? "Genius" is amazing! ! !

Yan Qiong didn't know what to say.Looking up at the sky, maybe only a "genius" can explain it? !Yan Qiong was a little worried at first because of Ye Qiao's amazing entry, but now she has been numb from the shock, maybe his little Qiao'er was born to be admired, and he himself began to worship Xiao Qiao'er.

But having said that, Qiao'er doesn't have any promotion signs on the back of her hand yet. According to Qiao'er's current spiritual power, she is at least a third-level painter. Thinking of the scene on the day when Ye Qiao broke out, it is estimated that singing has also reached fourth-level. It's above the first level, but why is there no movement?Yan Qiong couldn't understand it.

I was bowing my head and thinking hard, when suddenly a green shadow flashed in front of my eyes, and then my chin was hooked by something, and I was slightly lifted up - please pay attention to the judges, this is the most standard posture for being molested. At this time, a pervert Mimi's voice said with a smile very appropriate to the occasion: "Beauty, raise your head and let me have a look."