Douluo: My apprentice is the pope

Learn about musical skills?

Everyone in Yuexuan looked at Yang Zian like an idiot. In this world, no one dared to play musical instruments with his wife. This talent is only fifteen or sixteen years old. How dare he say such a big thing?

At this moment, the girl who went to report suddenly walked up to Yuehua and whispered the words Yang Zian said when she came here, which made Tang Yuehua's elegant temperament dissipated and became trembling.

"You, you are him, his son?"

Tang Yuehua's voice is gentle even in this situation, and it has a feeling of purifying people's hearts.

"No, no, he has only been in seclusion for six or seven years. You are not his son. Who are you?"

Yang Zian smiled mysteriously, but did not speak. Instead, he said, "Let's talk about it!"

"You go upstairs with me first." Then Tang Yuehua looked at the others and said calmly, "No one is allowed to mention today's matter."

When the words fell, Tang Yuehua went upstairs first, and Yang Zian followed silently.

The top floor of Yuexuan is a huge hall. The layout is more elegant than the first floor. Yang Zian was a little surprised to find that all the furnishings here were actually made of agarwood, which made the whole floor exude a faint aroma.

What is Agarwood? It was the finest wood that was more expensive than the same weight of gold. The furniture in this hall alone is worth the astronomical price.

Around the hall, there are a total of four doors, I don't know where they lead. It feels comfortable, peaceful, quiet and elegant here. It's not too gorgeous, but in this faint woody scent, it will make one's heart feel at ease.

Tang Yuehua smiled and said, "The top floor is my private space. Without my permission, no one will come up, sit down."

Yang Zian couldn't figure out what medicine Tang Yuehua was selling in the gourd for a while, but he still sat on a chair casually.

"You know my brother, right?" Tang Yuehua asked with some uncertainty, she didn't believe that Yang Zian made up the words.

"Naturally recognize some, but I can't tell you his whereabouts." Yang Zian continued to say mysteriously, making Tang Yuehua frown, what is his identity?

"What is the purpose of your coming to Yuexuan, don't tell me it's really to learn musical instruments." Tang Yuehua asked, but she just wanted to break her head and couldn't understand, Yang Zian came here to get close to her.

"Ding, it was detected that the person in front of the host was Tang Yuehua, and the apprenticeship task was triggered."

"The task requires that if you accept Tang Yuehua as an apprentice, you can get Fuxiqin's playing music score, and further develop Fuxiqin's strength!"

really!

Yang Zian was affirmed by the system, and his eyes gradually brightened. Tang Yuehua was indeed one of his disciples, and it was very important to get a Fuxiqin sheet music again!

"To tell you the truth, I really came here to learn musical instruments this time." Yang Zian said something to Tang Yuehua with great certainty, and then stopped explaining too much, looked around the room, and sat in the center of the room. Below a harp.

Although the harp here is far from his Fuxi Qin, the Fuxi Qin can communicate the sound of heaven and earth. After using it for so long, Yang Zian naturally realized something.

For example, the resonance between the sound of heaven and earth, such as his current strength, even if it is a broom, he can play the sound of heaven and earth, which is similar to my heart like a sword in martial arts.

"clang!"

Yang Zian tried the sound test first, and then commented: "The piano is very good, you have always played and maintained it, and the texture and material are the best in the world!"

Although Yang Zian's evaluation was very pertinent and correct, Tang Yuehua still sat there dignifiedly, waiting for Yang Zian's performance.

She was very curious. What was the reason for this little guy who ran in recklessly and led her to show up with those words.

Yang Zian closed his eyes, and his slender and delicate fingers began to pluck the strings.

The rhythm starts to sound slowly from soothing to steady.

At the same time, as Yang Zian played, the surrounding air seemed to be shaking, forming a very special aura with him, and this aura affected everyone in Yuexuan.

"Yes, is Mrs. Yue playing again?" Many people downstairs stopped talking and acting, quietly listening to the voice from the top floor, as if their hearts were being washed.

"Mrs.'s piano sound is even more powerful than before, and it seems that she has reached the state of forgetfulness..."

"I seem to have realized that my realm has actually loosened."

"This is the best piano sound I've ever heard in my life..."

In fact, not to mention the people below, even Tang Yuehua, who has always been dignified and generous, was stunned. She looked at Yang Zian blankly, showing shock and wonder.

"This kind of piano sound, this realm, this is impossible, impossible!"

"How old is he, he can already use the sound of the piano to try to communicate the voices of this world, and when he raises his hand, it is the sound of nature!"

Tang Yuehua now believes that Yang Zian is here to learn piano skills, because only she understands how lonely Wudi is.

And Yang Zian's realm has always been the realm she has been pursuing. This is a voice that has transcended the human world, and this is the ultimate in music!

After Yang Zian finished playing a piece, he put his hand on the piano. He also let out a long sigh of relief. He hadn't played a piece so simply in a long time. Last time, he played it when he danced with Gu Yuena and the others. .

Although Yang Zian stopped, the entire Yuexuan people were still immersed in Yang Zian's music, silently feeling the cleansing of their souls.

Tang Yuehua opened her eyes first, walked slowly to Yang Zian's side, and gave him a gift of ten thousand blessings. This came from the respect and admiration for Yang Zian's voice, and she was convinced!

"I never thought that the little friend was really here to find an opponent, but Yuehua is ashamed and willing to be inferior."

Yang Zian smiled slightly: "It's not entirely true, these guys are just banquets. I think Madam has some problems with her own strength, can you tell me about it?"

Tang Yuehua smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly: "Since Your Excellency wants to hear it, then I will briefly say it."

Tang Yuehua also has the mentality of being a living horse doctor. Maybe with Yang Zian's realm, she can know how to break the limit of her realm?

A layer of gentle fluctuations was released from the beautiful woman in the palace dress. The fluctuations released by her were elegant and natural, and the gentleness seemed to be able to heal all the sorrows in the world.

Yang Zian naturally also felt the other side's domain.

Tang Yuehua slowly withdrew the domain and continued:

"I am here at the Heaven Dou Imperial Court Etiquette School. It specializes in teaching various noble etiquette. Your Excellency should also feel my domain. My talent domain is called Noble Ring. And my soul power, currently, is, Nine."

"My martial soul is a mutant martial soul. It has been ninth-level since the day I awakened, and it has never changed, but it took me almost twenty years to really understand this martial arts and ninth-level soul power."

"With this martial spirit, my etiquette, language, and musical instruments have all developed in the direction of the nobility, and I have crushed all the etiquette and musical instrument masters in the world, but they have been breaking through."

Hearing this, Yang Zian suddenly asked, "Any musical instrument?"

Tang Yuehua nodded: "Basically I am proficient."

"What do you think of this poem?" Yang Zian suddenly changed his style and chanted softly, "Twenty-four bridges on the bright moonlit night, where can the jade man teach flute?"

"Very, very beautiful, very desolate." Tang Yuehua replied truthfully, she couldn't keep up with Yang Zian's rhythm.

"Then will you blow this out with a flute?"

Let's take a look at your ability first, we will be good friends! Yang Zian said silently in his heart.

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