Water cold sword? Liquid nitrogen won't let me talk to you.

Goodbye? Ye Chun glanced at Gao Jianli, small, holding a sword to make you bigger? Cut me, you cut me?

Compare!

Gao Jianli gritted his teeth, waved his hand and said, "Take my bell!"

Said to sit down, and immediately fixed, just anger and anxiety, swept away. It was a gesture of indifference, as if the universe had been destroyed and none of it had anything to do with him.

"Then you're still great!" Ye Chun murmured, opening his mouth. I hope to learn from you. Who taught me when you were asleep?

"Mr. Gao, wake up, hey, don't sleep!"

"Are you going to surrender?" Gao Jianli raised his eyelids, glanced at Ye Chun, nodded desperately, and said, "Okay, I'll give you this chance."

"I think you should back down. I know you can't play at all when I'm looking at your hands!"

Ye Chun began to quarrel: "Although the sound you may make is not bad, it is the way of evil." Like a labyrinth leading to a path that leads astray, although the road is close, it can go far , you can even go to the end, but from the exit, there is such a wall after all. It's just a wall! "

"Dare you say the piano on the yellow mouth?"

In Gao Jianli's eyes, seeing Ye Chun's hand is really clear at a glance, the hand is only suitable for feeding pigs, and it is impossible to play the piano.

"Why, are you confident enough? Tell me, why am I afraid to talk about Jane?" I have something I'm afraid of, believing that making a piano scares you to death, and Seven Strings sees you're going to heaven. "Well, I won't say too much. I'll just talk about the eight ways, which are the eight ways I started playing the piano. If you can understand these eight ways, even if you walk into Yao Qin's door." Gao Jianli became impatient He lowered his eyelids, continued to calm down, and said, "If you can say something about these eight items, I admit that you are qualified to talk about piano."

"Please continue." Grandson, when I scared you to death by learning the piano, you were waiting for me.

Ye Chun was not forced to play. Only two of the ten famous pieces of Guqin were from the Spring and Autumn Period, and eight were left. Which one is not Ye Chun's face and play?

Thinking of Gao Jianli's proud face, wiping his hands and burning incense, the song ended and he despised Ye Chun, "Have you heard it?" This is a landscape! I am the only descendant in this world, what are you compared to me? I'm asking what are you comparing to me? "

Then Ye Chun popped a piece of cloudy water with a small fragrance, played a quiz song about fishing and firewood, and then came to a flat beach where geese fell and slapped the whole pile. Each song was no worse than mountains and flowing water. The old Gao face, thinking of this scene, Ye Chun was very happy.

"The first way is."

Gao Jianli is a sincere person. He said that after about 20 minutes, the elder sister who was holding Qin standing by his leg was sore. He just finished eating.

Gao Jianli opened his eyes, smiled slightly, and his mood was almost calm. He looked at the trumpet, and the tenderness in his eyes was no less than when he looked at the snow girl, old guy, he wants to play with you again!

"Rigren, Rigren."

Just before Gao Jianli's hand was pressed on the strings, a piece of cheerful music came from Ye Chun's altar.

Zhu Bajie brought his wife. Sounds like playing in a pigpen. Smells really good.

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