The fourth senior brother took the wine and took a sip.

He immediately closed his eyes and had no time to taste the deliciousness of the wine. His thinking was already running at a high speed, and the previous few problems were instantly overcome.

Then, the lines on the sand table began to change at a speed several times before.

Seeing that it was probably a long time, Fang Qian left a pot of wine for the greedy senior brother six, and left here.

Fang Qian walked casually because the back mountain had an inexplicable relaxing atmosphere.

He walked through the green fields and meadows, stepped on the slightly wet ridges, walked up a wooden bridge, and came to a clear lake as beautiful as a mirror.

There were water birds floating on the lake, occasionally preying on small fish. They were not afraid of people, and even brave enough to land on Fang Qian's shoulders, and then flew up with Fang Qian's movements.

There is a pavilion in the middle of the wooden bridge. It is so quiet in the lake. A woman in a light yellow academy spring uniform is concentrating on embroidery among the pavilions.

If you walk in, you can see that she embroidered a drunk man, and her tall crown looked particularly eye-catching.

Fang Qian naturally knew her identity, senior sister Mu Xiu.

He stepped forward, bowed seriously, and said, "Senior Sister Qi, I may have to bother you for a few days recently. If there is anything wrong, I hope Senior Sister Qi will not be surprised."

Mu Xiu glanced at him and said with a smile: "The second and third senior sisters are protecting you, so what can I do if I am used to it?"

Fang Qian didn't know how to answer for a moment, so he could only speak without saying a word.

Mu Xiu looked at him with a smile and said, "Just make a joke with you, it would be fun if you want to come here."

Fang Qian was ashamed, what kind of adjective is fun?

Mu Xiu put down the needle and thread and suddenly said, "By the way, do you still have that wine?"

Her voice was very low, as if she was afraid that someone would hear it.

Although Fang Qian had no evidence, he always felt that Senior Sister Seven was trying to attack Second Senior Brother.

So for the sake of the second senior brother, he decided to get two more bottles.

Mu Xiu took the wine that Fang Qian took from where he didn't know where Fang Qian took it, patted Fang Qian on the shoulder, and looked like I was very optimistic about you, and said, "Young man, mountain road, what's wrong with the back mountain in the future, I'll find your senior sister seventh."

Fang Qian kept smiling and then quickly left.

He walked past an extremely tall ancient tree, walked to the dense forest to the west, listened to the melodious sound of the piano and flute in the forest, and then took out a musical score called Smiling Proud Wanderer.

He felt that the song "Senior Brother Ninth and Senior Brother Ten" had been playing for more than ten years, and it was time to change it to a new one.

Practitioners who enter the Tao with music have even greater influence on war in this world than those who know their destiny.

Because their attack range is too wide, although the attack intensity is insufficient, ordinary people can no longer bear it.

He has been playing the piano for more than ten years, but he has not been able to enter the Tao. You can imagine the difficulty of entering the Tao with sound.

Fang Qian entered the forest, found a place to sit down casually, leaned against a tree and squinted his eyes and listened to the song.

After a long time, the sound of the piano and flute suddenly stopped. Fang Qian got up and bowed, saying, "Hello, two senior brothers."

The man who took Xiao said gently, "My name is Beigong Weiyang, and I am ranked ninth here. Can you call me "Senior Brother Nine". This is my junior brother next to me. Ximen Buhuo, ranked tenth. It's good to call him "Senior Brother Ten."

Senior Brother Ten nodded silently, brushed his hands slightly across the face of the piano, and said, "My junior brother, I think there is a bit of knowledge about the music. If you have time, come and ask for advice."

Fang Qian smiled and said, "That's natural, I like the musical music very much." As he said, he took the music score in his hand to the two of them and said, "This is what I accidentally got a music score, which happened to be a ensemble of piano and flute, and it was complicated and obscure. Can the two senior brothers be willing to study it?"

Senior Brother Jiu was slightly surprised. He didn't think there was any music score in this world that he had never seen before, but he still carefully opened the music score in his hand.

He looked at it for a long time, his expression suddenly became clear, sometimes nervous, sometimes happy, sometimes angry.

It seems that what he is reading is not a musical score, but a story and a novel.

Senior Brother Ten shook his head and smiled, "I have never seen Senior Brother lose his composure like this."

Fang Qian looked at the guqin with the breath of time in Senior Brother Ten's hand and asked, "Senior Brother Ten, this guitar is your natal object, why is it so old?"

Senior Brother Ten's fingers gently brushed across the strings, and an extremely light and a sound suddenly sounded.

"After a long time, I'm reluctant to change it. I have been repairing it for many years and have become my old friend and relative."

Fang Qian thought of the wooden sword around his waist. He actually had the ability to change himself to a better sword, but the sword has followed him since he was a child, and they have been used to each other.

In silence, the Nine Senior Brother slapped his hands and slapped the table, laughing and said, "Good song, it's indeed a wonderful song, Jianghu, what a river and lake."

He quickly handed the music score to the Tenth Master and said, "Junior brother, look, this is really a rare song. The musical method between you and me may be further improved by using this song."

After hearing this, Senior Brother Ten looked shocked and suspicious. Could it be that this song is really so good?

He glanced at it a few times, and he was instantly addicted to it just like Senior Brother Ninth before, and couldn't extricate himself.

Fang Qian smiled and shook his head and said, "The two senior brothers are really wonderful people. Today I won't disturb you from studying the music score. I'll disturb you in the future."

Senior Brother Jiu waved his hand and said, "Go and go." There was no intention of keeping it in his tone.

Fang Qian smiled bitterly, patted the soil on his body, and left the place, and planned to look for Chen Pipi. He didn't know if Ning Que had come, but according to time, he might have to deal with the prince and the like, and it would probably take one or two days.

After walking along the stone path for a while, I suddenly found that the flower trees beside the stone path were shaking, and then someone who couldn't see clearly was rushed out.

The man's shirt was covered with various braids. Although he was wearing ancient shank, he had a rock-speaking temperament.

Fang Qian could only say in his heart, excellent!

He was so maverick that he naturally knew that this was Senior Brother Eleven, and even knew what he would say to him.

He bowed and said, "Fang Qian has met Senior Brother Eleven."

Sure enough, Senior Brother Eleven stared at him with his eyes, and did not return the gift, but picked up a petal of the head cut and asked in a daze about the relationship between heart and flowers and existence.

Fang Qian thought of Haotian. She did not exist at first, but because faith finally existed, so he said: "Existence is absolute and relative. The heart is the world, and naturally contains all things."

"The heart is the world..." Senior Brother Eleven said in a daze, falling into deep thought.

Fang Qian felt that it was the most appropriate to give him a bottle of wine at this time, so he left a pot of wine and slipped away again.
Chapter completed!