I Just Want To Farm

Even if Fang Yourong didn't reveal it, his emotions were quickly absorbed.

Qin Yu was so sensitive, he knew he had said the wrong thing, but he couldn't apologize directly, because Fang Yourong was clearly changing the subject.

It is not appropriate to talk about it.

So Qin Yu became serious, and said softly: "Does Senior Sister have a harp? If not, I have some here."

"No, I have it." Fang Yourong didn't seem to be angry, but he didn't want it.

Qin Yu was silent for a moment, and could only smile softly. With a sweep of his sleeves, several guqins appeared in front of him, and he gave them to others directly.

Many disciples still have good eyesight, especially Ying Ruoruo, who looked at these pianos and was quite surprised.

"Senior Sister Qingqiu, these are all magical instruments, Lingqin, why do you have so many..."

"rich."

"..."

This reason is fine.

Everyone picked out the Lingqin, and Qin Yu herself had a tail, which was not outstanding, sapphire color, and when her fingers landed on it, it was blue and white.

Although Fei Xi and the others have their own ways to show and have expectations for Hai Ling, they actually know in their hearts that it is Qin Yu and the others who are most likely to attract Hai Ling here.

I just don't know what tune they will play, and again. ． ．

At that time, the sound of the piano was already coming out from the left and right sides.

"What song?"

Qin Yu caressed the strings with his fingers, raised his eyes and asked the two of them.

There is already a Moyu Changxiao on the fingertips of the fifth Dao Ling, his fingers are very slender, green onions are cut, and they are more fortitude than women's slender, hooking Moyu Changxiao.

The wind blows, and the hair flutters.

"A person has a human way, and he plays the human music by himself. If he can reconcile, he should be a bond, if he can't reconcile, he should stand on his own."

He turned around and raised his hands in a bow, solemn but clear as a pine.

"Two junior sisters, let's make a sound for the brother first, and if we stand on our own, we will watch and share together."

Qin Yu was a little surprised when he heard the words, and then he smiled, with bright eyebrows and eyes, and said with a smile: "Wu Que's purpose has always been that if you divide, you will unite, and if you unite, you can also divide?"

"Since that's the case, senior brother please first."

She and Fang Yourong bowed back.

The hem of the clothes was hanging down, elegant and elegant, but when they raised their eyes, their aura changed completely.

It's no longer Fang Yourong and Qingqiu who once fought with swords and can go to the sky and go down to the sea to kill.

they are. ． ． Konghou and Qingyuqin.

Dao, can be sent to the sword, to art, to the knife.

You can also have fun.

The natural spirituality of the world, the creative spirituality of the world.

Civilization, the foundation of the development of the universe.

Both are also available.

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In fact, before this, some of Wuque's juniors and younger sisters were a little worried, because in their fixed impression, the 5V at the top of the ranking has always been dedicated to cultivating Taoism, not enjoying or having fun, but Senior Sister Qingqiu is a person with a good quality of life Sexual people, grow flowers, plant grass and play the piano, and sometimes hear or see it.

Therefore, knowing that the Dao of Sacrificial Music is the most effective way to attract Hai Ling, all the disciples feel that Wuque is at a disadvantage, because the history of Daqin territory is still the history of Wuque, and there is really little inheritance of this Dao.

"I'm afraid it's hanging... It's hard to compete with those who are prepared."

When Yan Zhao and others thought so, Xiao Sheng came.

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Princess Na Qingxin watched Jing Qianchen and Xuan Linchuan show their tricks in their kingdom. She looked at others for a while, and then walked into the main hall of the attic. A middle-aged man stood guard at the door.

Jing Qianchen saw it, and his eyes flickered slightly.

After Na Qingxin entered the room, she sat cross-legged on the futon, with a piano in front of her, her eyes were calm, her fingers rested on the strings, she didn't start to play, she frowned, and looked out.

This Xiao Sheng. ． ． Good life is far away.

The Fifth Daoling is domineering and sharp, few people would have thought that this person would make such a distant whistle.

However, the sound of Xiao was far away, and after a while, the sound of harp came.

Konghou, elegant and clear, has a long history.

Such a timbre, such an instrument with a feminine and graceful beauty, shouldn't exist in a top genius like Fang Yourong, but she sat down.

She leaned on it, her fingers flicked lightly.

The extremely beautiful fingers are like the strings of another harp, echoing it.

Not human, not immortal.

She turned sideways to everyone, allowing people to see the front of Konghou and her profile, with lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes, her outline is like a court painter's pen and ink, which can only be imagined in the beautiful calm, introverted, and her voice gradually emerges, as if she is faintly visible Emotions hidden in the bones, beyond the sword and the Tao.

It was a heartbreaking, melancholy loneliness like fireworks.

A lonely person does not match with others, and does not get along with other people's music, and she may not have thought about getting along with anyone.

But loneliness and remoteness can probably coexist.

Because of being lonely and far away, because of being far away and lonely.

This pair of Wuque's top men and women finally showed their more elegant inner side.

Artistic sense.

Psychic joy.

Nine out of ten noises here have been crushed.

This time, many people were shocked.

Among them are some veteran monks.

"At such a young age, it is understandable to try hard to cultivate Taoism and achieve extraordinary achievements, but since ancient times, Taoism practitioners have been more focused and undistracted, and music Taoism is nothing more than sharing music and music cultivation, enjoyment, it's just a matter of the world, only Music repair... How can I practice with other Daoists, I am horrified by the effort."

"These two, can't they be Yinxiu?"

"But if it wasn't for Yinxiu, how could there be such a powerful psychic power? No, look at those sea spirits, it seems that a lot of them have gone to their side."

"so much?!"

"No, absolutely not!"

Many monks panicked, no matter if they were the older generation or the younger generation, they really didn't want to see Wu Que get too much benefit by sitting on the throne.

Because the benefits are certain, if there is no shortage, you will get more, and others will get less!

At that time, Qin Yu hadn't heard the tune of the two of them. Although she was a music repairer, her interest in music had always been average. Because she was cautious about this matter, she didn't want to be perfunctory, so she specially felt the relationship between the two of them. tune.

Fortunately, although she doesn't have much talent in music and doesn't like it, she is sensitive and has strong sensibility, and she can feel the emotions and thoughts expressed by the two of them playing music.

If you feel it, it will be easy to cooperate.

That's right, she didn't want to be independent, because once independent, the small combination of the three of them would be meaningless.

The reason why Fifth Daoling and Fang Yourong can be independent by default is probably to take care of Qin Yu.

Qin Yu knew it well - the two of them didn't fully know her details, but judging from her potential alone, they both decided to adopt protection and training strategies for her, and tried their best to pull her to get the most benefits. Lay the foundation and pave the way.

Hey, what a compassionate heart like an old father or mother.

Qin Yu was moved, so he spontaneously decided to cooperate.

However, she did not expect that her idol version of the old father and mother in the cultivation world had such high artistic attainments.

She's as fucked up as the other monks.

"It's over, it's over, if I don't play well later, wouldn't I be very sorry for them?"

——The mother never thinks the child is ugly.

The Golden Wall God made a fortune.

Jiaojiao: "6666"

Qin Yu: "..."

All right, I'll play the piano, you shut up.

Qin Yu had already found the feeling, and was about to make a move, when he suddenly heard that the surrounding forces were encircling and suppressing.

Yes, someone was suppressing Fang Yourong and Fifth Dao Ling's musical power, confusing the sound, causing dozens of sea spirits who had just come out of the sea and were attracted by the altitude of ten feet to come, but now they seem to have lost their way.

They can't find the sound path just now.

Instead, be attracted by other sound channels.

This is a bit bad, team up to bully Wuque?

Every day.

Wuque dug their ancestral graves?