Refusing to work overtime for the teacher

Crane Peak.

Xie Ling sat on the couch in the front hall and read a book for a while, then got up and went back to the bedroom.He hasn't touched the layout of the room much, so there are still flute and sword hanging on one of the walls.

After several efforts, Xie Ling already knew what the names of these swords were, and also tried them.But Xiao, he hasn't moved yet.One of the reasons was that Xie Ling had never learned how to play the flute and he couldn't play it; the second reason was that he was afraid that if he played it too badly, it would hurt the ears of other people on the peak.

It was rare that Xiao Xun and Xie Fenglue were not here today, so he decided not to be busy with painting, but to play music first.

Xie Ling took a flute pipe made of Xiangfei bamboo, twirled a flower between her fingers like a pen, pushed the door and went out, and found a long corridor to sit down.

——He thinks this is more artistic.

Before leaving, Xiao Xun made tea for him and prepared several dishes of refreshments, and he put them all by his side.

Ready.Xie Ling began to recall how other people played the flute at the folk music concert he had seen before, and put his fingers on the hole of the flute like that, and then put the mouth of the flute in front of his lips.

He blew out.

The flute made no sound.

Not only that, he also felt that the breath he blew was stuffed in the flute, and the flow was extremely difficult.

Xie Ling frowned slightly, turned the flute around and looked at it, thinking about the reason.

Could it be because the hole of the flute is blocked?

Thinking of this, Xie Ling let go of all the fingers pressing the hole, and played an empty pipe.Exhaled slowly in one breath, and at the same time heard a voice: Woo——

It rang, like a car horn.

Xie Ling disliked the voice a little, and also disliked the Xiao a little bit.He raised the flute to his eyes, looked at it again and again, and confirmed that it was a flute pipe whose color and texture were in line with his aesthetics before continuing.

But this time it couldn't blow.

Xie Ling had to look for the reason again, kept raising or lowering Xiao's position, tried for a while, finally found the right angle, and let out a cry: Woo——

It's still the same as a car horn, very ugly.

"Woo..." Halfway through, Xie Ling's spiritual sense was suddenly touched: Someone has crossed the restriction of Hefeng!

Who will come at this time?Xie Ling quickly scanned it with his spiritual sense, and found that the person who came was Gu Song.But Gu Song Yujian's speed was faster than his release of consciousness, he didn't have time to close the flute, let alone shift position.

How is Xue Shengjun's music level?She should be better than him, otherwise she wouldn't have played so many flutes.Will he be found out?Xie Ling felt nervous.

After coming here for many days, he has practiced the ability to calm down the more nervous he is.

At this moment, he thought a lot, and analyzed that the only thing he can do right now is to straighten his back, fill himself with confidence, and show that sitting here and blowing this flute sound is a matter of course.

Just blow it like a car horn.That's it.

Hastily letting his soul come to this world, let him become Lord Xuesheng, and assume the responsibility of Lord Xuesheng, didn't he agree?

The humming of the flute continued until Xie Ling finished blowing in one breath.

The streamer in the sky fell to the ground, and the man in black with his sword retracted and walked into the corridor, flicked his sleeves, and sat down beside Xie Ling.There was no expression on his handsome face, his dark eyes were raised, he stared straight ahead, and said: "The level has improved."

ha?

Is this still an improvement?Xie Ling was shocked, if she hadn't gotten used to it with a sullen face, her jaw might have dropped.

"At least it can blow." Gu Song said again.

Xie Ling: "..."

It turns out that Mr. Xuesheng couldn't play the flute in the past?Then he hangs so many flutes on the wall, are they just for viewing, or for practicing?Let's see, those flutes and those swords are hung on the same wall, so it's pretty good to watch.

Xie Ling wasn't nervous anymore.He turned his head to look at Gu Song, and shouted: "Senior brother."

Gu Song also turned his head to look at him, exchanged a glance with him, then moved his eyes to the flute in his hand, and continued what he said just now: "But the position of the flute is not right, so the sound is not clean enough."

Not clean enough.

His evaluation of the two disciples on Hefeng fell on him.

But Xie Ling himself thinks so.Beginners are like this.Now his drawing level can be regarded as good, but when he was a beginner, the lines were not the same and not clean?

Xie Ling felt very at ease, Gu Song stretched out his hand to help him adjust the posture of holding the flute, saying: "Blow forward calmly."

"Be steady, don't stop and go, sometimes the sound is soft."

Also talked about how to find the position to play.

Xie Ling did as he said, and found that it was indeed much easier to blow. After holding her breath, the sound of the flute also stabilized.

Xie Ling practiced air blowing slowly, and after he mastered the basics, Gu Song taught him to press the holes with his fingers.

"You don't need to hold the flute so tightly, your fingers are long enough, just use the first fingertips to press the hole." Gu Song corrected Xie Ling.

The sound of woo woo rang non-stop in the Taoist hall.

After learning for a while, Xie Ling couldn't help feeling: It's really difficult to play music. Fortunately, I chose wind instruments. Fortunately, this body is long and stable, otherwise it would take a few days to get started.

He decided to rest for a while, put the flute beside him, and moved the tea and snacks between himself and Gu Song.

Gu Song looked over.

"Xiao Xun prepared it." Xie Ling explained, poured out two cups of tea, handed one to Gu Song, and drank most of the cup by himself.

Gu Song shifted his gaze to Xie Ling, then turned his gaze to the branch outside the corridor, and said, "He really has a heart."

Xie Ling said "um", and did not continue the topic to talk about her apprentice, but asked: "Why is senior brother here?"

There was a moment of silence.

After a while, Gu Song said: "The leader of the Donghua Banquet that I mentioned to you last time has been selected."

Xie Ling smelled something bad, her eyelids twitched, and she became alert: "It's me?"

Gu Song lowered his eyes and took a sip of tea, but he hesitated to speak, his expression was indescribable.

At this moment, Xie Ling's consciousness was touched again - this time it was not someone who crossed the restriction, but "knocked" outside the restriction.

Gu Song also noticed that someone was coming, took a look outside, and told Xie Ling: "It's the people from the main peak."

Xie Ling's mood immediately collapsed.

This must have come to notify him of his business trip.

Can you hang people outside?Obviously not.

With eight hundred and one reluctances in his heart, Xie Ling "opened the door" to let people go - he had already learned how to open the restriction.

The visitor is a guest, it is not easy to receive guests other than his senior brother so casually.Xie Ling got up, walked into the front hall with a straight face, and sat on the main couch.

Gu Song sat down on the guest couch diagonally opposite, flicked his fingers, and opened the door of the Taoist Hall for the visitors.

The person who came was one of the group of Taoists who followed the suzerain on the day of the entrance trial.When he came to the hall, he saluted neither humble nor overbearing: "Mr. Xuesheng, Gu Zhenren."

Xie Ling let out a "huh".

"Mr. Xuesheng, the suzerain asked me to inform you that you will lead all the disciples to this Donghua Banquet," said the Taoist.

Xie Ling didn't want to go on a business trip, so she glanced at him and didn't answer.Gu Song sat on the guest couch and didn't make a sound.

The atmosphere in the hall was cold and stagnant, so quiet that you could hear a needle drop, cold sweat broke out on the Taoist's back.

The Taoist remembered that before he came, the suzerain had told him that Lord Xuesheng most likely would not agree to this matter.

At that time, the suzerain also told him the countermeasures.But at this moment, under the circumstances, he dared not say the countermeasure.But with the task in hand and the situation like this, I have to say it.

He moved his eyelids, carefully adjusted his breathing, and saluted Xie Ling again, saying: "Just now, the suzerain has told all the disciples about this."

Xie Ling's face darkened instantly.

Although he didn't say the whole thing, how could Xie Ling fail to understand that he told all the disciples at the Dianshi meeting?At this time, almost all the disciples of the sect gathered near the competition platform!

old fox!Xie Ling cursed in her heart.

But Xie Ling was helpless.After all, the suzerain is the suzerain, even if Mr. Xuesheng has a high seniority, the position is still a subordinate.It is natural for a boss to assign tasks to his subordinates.What's more, there is only one disciple under his sect, and there are two people in the whole Hefeng. They have nothing to do, and they are really free, which is very suitable for dispatching to go on a business trip.

Xie Ling sighed silently, and began to comfort himself: at least there are more entertainment activities outside than on the mountain... But he can still go to entertainment places despite his identity and shell of Mr. Xue Sheng?

"Mr. Xuesheng, the suzerain has prepared some things for your trip. There are Vajra Wrath Goggles, Mixian Pendant, Xuanshuang Seal, and Fengleiling..." The voice of the Taoist sounded again, saying one magic weapon after another Or the name of the magic weapon, and at the same time offer a box with both hands.

Hearing these names, Xie Ling had seen them all in books, some of which he was interested in knowing, and some of which he just glanced at.Among them, the one he understands most clearly is Mi Xianpei.This is a magic weapon of disguise, which can change the appearance by wearing it on the body.Xie Ling has been greedy for as long as she has known about this magic weapon.

With it, it means that he can change his appearance and stop being Xue Shengjun in front of outsiders.He can let himself go, eat, drink and have fun wantonly.

Xie Ling's mood changed.

Xie Ling began to look forward to this trip to the Donghua Banquet, but his expression was still extremely cold, he didn't cast half a look at the box, and he seemed not interested at all.

Gu Song still didn't speak, and let Xie Ling make his own decision.

So Xie Ling held this cold expression and remained silent for a long time before raising his hand and pointing to the long table in front of the east window, saying: "Put it there."

Accepting these things means agreeing.The Taoist mentioned the heart in his throat and fell back to the original place. He strode over to put the things away, and then left.

There are only two people left in the Taoist hall.

Gu Song snapped his fingers again and closed the outermost door.He turned his head to look at Xie Ling carefully, and said: "You are exercising now, there should be some things for physical training at the Donghua Banquet, pay more attention."

"Yes." Xie Ling nodded.

"Maybe...you can find a way to heal your injury." After a moment of silence, Gu Song said.But this was just a brief mention, and he changed the subject immediately, and said: "I have prepared something for you too. There are many places under the mountain that use gold and silver instead of spirit stones. You should bring some with you so as not to waste time." Still need to find someone to exchange."

After saying this, a second box appeared on the table in the front hall, next to the one sent by the Taoist just now.

Xie Ling probed with his spiritual sense, and the hands of the little man in his heart began to tremble.

Brother, you forgot the copper plate.

Also, you call this box "some"?

——He stretched out the weight of the box, which was so heavy that it could weigh several sets of Beijing courtyard houses.

As soon as Gu Song made a move, he directly turned this business trip into a paid tourism.Xie Ling was both happy and complicated in his heart, the money was really too much...

"Thank you, brother." Xie Ling looked into Gu Song's eyes and said.

Gu Song said indifferently: "There is no need to say thank you between you and me."

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Xie Ling: Wonderful!