The whole world is forcing me to testify

The soft female voice and melodious melody are nightmares from childhood to adulthood, lingering in my ears.

Amidst the darkness, Hua Yi suddenly opened his eyes, and there was still a trace of fear in his eyes that had not been suppressed in time.

I dreamed about that scene again.

The blurred person who has been appearing in his dreams since he was born, and the melody that seems to be far away.

He once tried his best to travel all over the land of Kyushu, trying to find out a few words about the person in the dream, or the melody, but all of them ended in failure.

He gradually gave up searching, but still followed the task entrusted to him by the person in his dream, hoping that when he completed the task, he would be able to get a little clue about that person.

But he was caught off guard and heard this melody from Tiandao.

During the day, the disciple played a tune that he said he learned from Tiandao, but it was very similar to the one he heard in his dream.

The light of day came in through the window.

Hua Yi stepped on the black fluffy blanket with bare feet, and his eyes turned from sleepy to determined after a few steps away - he was going to find out the origin of the melody.

But after waiting for a whole day, Hua Yi's firmness began to waver.

He hid in the tree and yawned, stretched himself, feeling lifeless.

Before dawn, he quietly sneaked up on Qionghua Peak, and chose an excellent location to hide.

Heaven came in a short while.

Hua Yi watched him neatly arrange weapons, spells and other things needed for lectures, and then began to bury her head in writing and revising on the bamboo slips.

It wasn't until his disciples arrived one after another that Tiandao stopped his movements.

I haven't seen her for a long time, and some things happened in this cultivation world that Hua Yi didn't know about.

For example, Zhuang Hai and Yu Shengyan walked together without any shyness when they came.

Seeing that both of them were black and blue, Hua Yi smiled knowingly.

But when Hua glanced at the other disciples and found that everyone was also looking sleepy, with dark circles under their eyes, he rubbed his nose in embarrassment.

It was he who was wrong.

When everyone arrived, Tiandao used the excuse of exercising his muscles and bones to let his disciples fight in pairs.

So Huayi enjoyed the best seats for free to enjoy Ying Guanghan and Qingwu's affectionate fists, and then watched Yu Shengyan and Zhuang Hai fight for real. People ran away one after another.

I even saw Zhu Yao, a man of five grades and three roughs, placed an order alone, and was finally picked up by Tiandao to practice duel with a bitter face.

Just when Hua Yi felt bored and yawned one after another, the afternoon class started.

For the first time, Hua Yi discovered that Tiandao's rather mellow voice is so hypnotic.

From the beginning of the course "How to Reasonably Arrange Time for Cultivation", Hua Yi couldn't resist Zhou Gong's call, her curled eyelashes fought, and then fell asleep until dark.

When she opened her eyes again, Hua Yi didn't know what day and night it was for a moment.

But he soon discovered that although it was already dark, Tiandao hadn't finished class yet.

From Hua Yi's perspective, he saw a few young disciples like him, holding their cheeks with their hands, their heads bit by bit like chickens pecking at rice. They were obviously about to fall asleep, but they still had a writing brush in their hands and pointed at them. The tip is turning skillfully, looking from a distance, it seems to be listening carefully, and the clothes are perfect.

Tiandao didn't realize it, he was talking about something weird, which he called "music theory".

The tadpole-like pattern fluctuated up and down, Hua Yi frowned and listened carefully for a while, then realized that this was actually another form of musical score.

He couldn't help cheering up.

Just at this time, the disciple who was originally just a chicken pecking rice couldn't bear the drowsiness, and fell headlong on the piano.

The buzzing sound interrupted Tiandao's words, and he finally realized that someone had fallen asleep belatedly.

Hua Yizheng was worried that the class would be interrupted, but Tian Daoming started teaching the song directly after standing up.

Hua Yi raised her lips, it really didn't take much effort.

He pricked up his ears and listened intently.

After a breath—

Hua poked his ears with one or two index fingers, wishing he could make himself deaf.

It is said that it is plucked cotton, but those who plucked cotton have been dismissed.

Looking at Tiandao's serious and handsome profile, and at the distorted disciples who couldn't escape, Hua Yi expressed deep sympathy.

The torture lasted for an entire hour.

There was a disciple who didn't have enough concentration to hear the devil's voice, so that he directly produced a demon to make a big noise in the classroom.

Tiandao rescued the man and gave him his true energy.

After saving the man, Tiandao asked suspiciously: "How can you be so obsessed while listening to such a beautiful tune?"

Crowd: ...

Hua Yi felt that if Tiandao continued to speak, the remaining disciples might become mad with anger.

Fortunately, although Tiandao felt good about himself, he had to free up his hands to treat his disciples, so he reluctantly took out a shell-like thing.

Tiandao calls it "Yinbei".

The melodious and warm melody poured out.

Hua Yi was stunned, sat up straight, and then became ecstatic.

That's right!It was the song in his dream!

And it was more complete than what he had heard in his dreams.

Tiandao actually has a complete score in his hand, so is he getting closer to that secret?

Hua Yi could hardly contain her restless heart.

Before the disciples left, Tiandao gave each of them a sheet of music and told them to practice hard and check it tomorrow.

Everyone wailed, but they seemed to have gotten used to this irresistible fucking life, and soon resigned to their fate and dispersed.

Hua Yi stood at a high place and looked around, and quickly picked out the target among the crowd.

Immediately afterwards, he jumped down, rushing into the quiet night like a butterfly.

Compared with the wailing of the people around him, but actually rushing back to work hard, Zhu Yao has obviously given up on saving himself.

Before Tiandao came, no matter what he said, he was also the leader of the dignified faction.

For example, being number one from the bottom of the day, she puts on her face that she has nothing to love.

If it wasn't for the shameless looking for Hua Yi, he would have long ago—

"Fuck!" Zhu Yao blurted out.

He was complaining fiercely in his heart that following the way of heaven would make life worse than death, and just as he was talking about Hua Yi in his mind, someone suddenly fell from the sky in front of him, scaring his soul almost out of his body.

After seeing who the person who appeared suddenly was, Zhu Yao felt that the swearing was not in vain.

"You, you, why are you here?"

Hua Yi raised his eyebrows and took a step closer.

Zhu Yao backed away in fright, and with a bang, his thick back hit the wall.

"You don't come here, this is Qing Yushan, if you come here again, I will call you!"

puff.

Hua Yi covered her lips with her sleeve, raised her eyebrows, and said very bullyingly: "You are calling."

Even though it was covered by the night, it was still possible to see that Zhu Yao's face was dark and red.

"You cover your vitals, what am I going to do to you?" Hua Yi couldn't help laughing.

Zhu Yao still had a defensive posture: "Who knows if you have a bad taste!"

How heavy is that—

Hua Yi refused to comprehend the scene where he was frivolous to Zhu Yao, coughed dryly and hurriedly said: "I just want to say, if you don't call you, you are my grandson. So, grandson, hurry up and give me the score that Heaven has entrusted to you."

Looking at Hua Yi's open white palm, the bullied life passing by like a revolving lantern, something warm surges from the bottom of my heart.

He turned evil to fear: "I can give it to you, but you must agree to one condition!"

"Oh?"

Dare to negotiate terms with him, a little more courageous than he thought.

"Tell me." Hua said.

Zhu Yao was startled, as if he didn't expect it to be so smooth.

He straightened his back, took two deep breaths, his chest was like a noisy old bellows, Hua Yi looked straight at him and thought he was going to make some huge request.

Zhu Yao blushed and poked his neck and said, "I want you to take me as a disciple!"

Hua Yi: ...? ? ? ! ! !

But after thinking about it, he recalled how Zhu wanted to form a team and no one wanted him just now, and he understood.

"I can promise you. But I have to remind you that there are no rules in my place, and there are apprentices from three religions and nine classes. You have to be mentally prepared."

Zhu wanted to be overjoyed, he only heard the word can, followed by crackling and celebrating fireworks, which exploded in his heart.

He hurriedly took out the music score and handed it to Hua Yi as if offering a treasure.

As soon as he took the flowers, he turned them over carefully.

He was smart since he was a child, and after talking about the Tao of Heaven, he memorized all the tadpole-like "music theories".

Now humming carefully, her clear voice is particularly intoxicating in the moonlight.

Zhu Yao was intoxicated while listening, but saw Hua's complexion darkened, and then her delicate brows were tightly frowned.

"Not this song."

Before Zhu Yao could understand what he meant, his arms sank, Hua Yi had already thrown the bamboo slips back to him.

He raised his head, only to see Hua Yi's Yidi disappeared in the wind.

"Come directly to the wooden house to find me tomorrow."

Zhu wants to laugh.

Although Zhu Yao didn't have what he wanted here, it didn't hurt to take in more apprentices.

Hua easily turned to Tiandao's room.

Seeing the ID card framed at the door, he carefully poked it, then raised his eyes to the sky.

Fortunately, no thunder.

With a wave of his hand, he set up a barrier to ensure that no one could see him, then put his ear against the door and listened quietly for a while.

There was silence inside the door at first, and after a while, there was a little rustling sound, and then there was the occasional sound of water.

Take a moment to think about it.

Well, at this point, someone with a cleanliness should be taking a shower.

Poor and fastidious, Hua Yi commented.

He tiptoedly pushed the door open a crack, squinted his eyes, made sure there was no one in the room, and slipped in like a fish.

Tiandao's bamboo slips were casually placed on the table, while the others entered the hot spring pool behind the house to take a bath.

The flowers have been rushing to where the bamboo slips are.

After peeking at it for so long, he already knew how to operate the bamboo slips, held the bamboo slips in his hand, and hurriedly searched for them.

It's just that Hua Yi just flipped over twice, when he suddenly felt a huge suction force behind him, and before he could react, he flew uncontrollably to the inner room.

The door of the back room opened automatically, and the whole process was like flowing water.

With a plop, Hua Yi fell into the pool very smoothly.

Today he was wearing a black robe with a light veil covering it.

The texture of the gauze floated quickly in the water, and the inner robe was soaked in water and stuck tightly to the body.

Huayi's water quality is extremely poor, even in a not-deep hot spring pool, she panicked for a while when she fell down so suddenly.

In the rush, the hands are neither light nor heavy, and they will hold on to what they touch and never let go.

After he took advantage of his strength to stand still, he jumped up from the water and pushed back his wet forehead hair, revealing his smooth forehead and bright eyes.

Looking up, he found that he had crashed into Tiandao's arms.

Hua Yi swallowed her saliva.

There was a faint aroma of peach tree saponins at the end of his nose, and he could feel the temperature of his body keenly in his palms. The rising heat in the pool made the corners of his eyes and brows red.

Hua Yi's gaze could not be controlled from Tiandao's smiling eyes to the straight bridge of the nose, then to the quivering Adam's apple and --- the bare/naked chest.

Different from his strong chest, the texture is clear, and every muscle has the beauty of strength.

Huayi let go of her hand as if she was being burned, but she forgot that she was still in the water, and when her wet robe moved, she couldn't help being dragged backwards.

Tiandao hurriedly stretched out his arms to hug Hua Yi, the water-stained robe perfectly outlined his narrow waistline.

It is the extent that he can embrace it with one hand.

To the uninvited guest who fell from the sky, Tiandao didn't say anything, he fixedly looked at the person with flushed cheeks in his arms with his wet black eyes smudged by water vapor.

Hua Yi looked at her hands resting on Tiandao's chest, and squeezed them subconsciously.

Warm, bouncy, feels good.

He swallowed, his twinkling phoenix eyes slightly widened, and he said: "I can explain."

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