I couldn't wait to open the silk scroll and read it. Although I always used my young age as an excuse and drove away a few masters who taught me to study, I still learned traditional Chinese characters in ancient style after all. With the Chinese level in my previous life, I could still understand a thin book. In less than a quarter of an hour, I had finished reading the silk scrolls. I read them all, but I was confused and knew all the words, but I didn't understand what they meant. I couldn't help but scold Li Qiushui for being favored by one and the other. The Beiming Shengong she left to Comrade Xiao Duan and the pictures and texts, and the Xiao Wuxianggong she gave to Xiao Master.

Full text version, how can a college student in the new era understand "Yunmen", "Zhongfu", and "Tianfu", so there is no need to practice. But there is still some gains. The four words "Lingbo Weibu" are inscribed at the end of the silk scroll, and countless footprints are drawn afterwards, indicating "Women's Girl", "Wuwang" and so on. Although I don't understand the Book of Changes, I can still understand the footprints and arrows on the picture. Thinking of my great success in my future and walking in the world, I feel a bit of the elegance of Cao Zijian's "Lingbo Weibu, Luosu socks are dusty" in "The Goddess of Luo River", and my saliva flows down.

After a long time, I woke up from my daydream and secretly scolded myself for being in no future. I started dreaming before I became a master and drooled. Fortunately, there was no one else in the room, and Xiao Guizi was guarding outside the door. Why didn’t Xiao’s reputation be completely ruined? After reading this silk scroll, I can almost certainly be Li Qiushui’s work was written by him. There are a few words of encouragement on the first page. As for why she didn’t give it to her so-called junior, I don’t know what I know. Maybe Li Qiushui gave it to her and her senior sister Tong Lao before she passed it down, she suffered both defeats and died together, but it was just a cheaper person, a strange junior. The world has changed and decades have passed, and the Xiaoyao Sect is probably destroyed. As for the magical powers being passed into my hands, it is really a great fate.

As for not understanding Xiao Wuxianggong, it is no big deal to think about it. As far as I know, although Xiao Wuxianggong has the word Wuxianggong, it is a Taoist mental method. Master Niu Nose, who will soon arrive, is considered the most orthodox Taoist successor today. After learning Qiu Chuji's Quanzhen method, he will naturally understand Xiao Wuxianggong. As for Lingbo Weibu, he is not in a hurry to practice. Now I have no internal strength, and forcing my practice is harmful and useless. It turns out that the box containing beads has been smashed and there is no place to put the secret book. I just found a box and put it in it with several collections of poems. With my current identity, I am not afraid of people stealing it.

After being busy for a long time, the sky gradually darkened. Before I knew it, I found that the room was not dark. The reason was that the dozen beads, the darker the room, the brighter the beads, and I couldn't help but be ecstatic. Could this be the legendary night pearl? This thing is worth a lot. I don't know how long it can be done. I have more than a dozen night pearls to be with me, and I can have food and clothing without worries. People say that I am poor, rich and martial, and I will be able to be rich in martial arts in the future. If I want to be a hero, I can't steal the dog. How can I have no money? Take out one of this beads, which is enough for me to spend a few years. Moreover, I will inevitably have night battles or something when walking in the world. Holding a torch is a big killing scenery. I will take out one and put it in a bag, and the rest are wrapped in cloth and put it in a box. This thing cannot be placed near the secret book, and eggs cannot be placed in a basket. This is the experience of my ancestors.

I stepped forward and saluted Mr. Wu, and then stood respectfully aside. Mr. Wu looked me up and down and nodded, "The little prince is full of heroes. As expected, he is rare to be interested in the piano. I will accept you as a disciple." I immediately brought a cup of tea from the table and knelt in front of Mr. Wu, "Teacher, use tea." I have done this apprenticeship more than once. The teacher who used to teach me the Four Books and Five Classics came to worship each other, and turned around and left angrily. I was very familiar with it. When Mr. Wanyan saw that Mr. Wu drank the apprenticeship tea I respected, he nodded and smiled, "The little dog is naughty, and Mr. Wu is here to help me. Xiao Wang arranged a quiet room and asked Mr. Wu to worry. Kang'er, you have to study hard, don't let Mr. Wu down."

Immediately, a eunuch led us to the quiet room. The room was close to the garden, very quiet, the interior was simple, with two tables and chairs, a small table, and a few paintings were simply hung on the wall, which was very elegant. Mr. Wu kept nodding, and seemed to be quite satisfied with the place. After taking the piano brought by Xiao Guizi, I sat opposite Mr. Wu. On the surface, I really wanted to learn the piano, but in my heart, I was thinking about what tricks to drive the teacher away.

Mr. Wu glanced at me and said lightly, "Let me listen to my piano first, think about other things." I was surprised and knew that Mr. Wu had seen through what I was thinking. This old guy was indeed a little good at it. It seemed that he could not underestimate him. Mr. Wu's fingers were flying, and after the song, I was stunned. He was worthy of being the best player in the piano game in Beijing. Although he didn't know the song, the autumn feeling in the song came to his face.

"What did you hear?" It seemed like I wanted to test my artistic conception.

"Teacher, although I don't know the name of the song, I feel a burst of autumn coming towards me, and it feels like the autumn is clear and clear, and the cloudlessness is gone." Mr. Wu nodded, "Listen Again." It's still the song, but the feeling is very different. Although it's still the autumn, the feeling of bleakness in the middle is greatly increased.

"How, what's the difference?"

"Teacher, the previous song is so open-minded, but the next song makes people feel lonely."

"Not bad, this song "Falling in the Sha and Falling in the Goose" was written by Chen Zi'ang of the Tang Dynasty. Although it is autumn, it can indeed interpret different feelings. You can hear the different artistic conceptions, which is far from this. I know that you have no intention of learning the piano, but seeing that you are quite talented, you still have to ask, do you want to learn this piano?" Mr. Wu looked at me, and his eyes showed a passionate light.
Chapter completed!