Doomed, the whole sect begged me to come out of the mountain

"Housekeeper, let's check our financial situation. How many spirit stones can we transfer at most? Repair the entire yard. It's time for the young people in the clan to go out and practice. Those who should do business will go to business and wait for the house to be repaired. After that, you can come back to live.”

"Wang Hai, you are in charge of the loss records at the Treasure Pavilion."

"By the way, butler, we have to arrange a funeral first."

The housekeeper who was preparing to settle the accounts was taken aback, "What funeral?"

Wang Yunja's voice was still calm.

"My father's funeral."

The housekeeper immediately asked urgently: "Young master, who killed the master?"

Wang Yunzhe sighed softly, "One, he never won until his death."

he himself.

He died in his own greed.

But other caring people heard other meanings from it.

The former head of the Wang family died at the hands of a strong man who sneaked into the Wang family.

……

As soon as Mo Yu left the secret realm and put away the black robe on his body, he saw that the Wang family in front of him had turned into ruins.

She picked up her skirt and carefully stepped over a wreckage.

All the buildings of the Wang family are now soaked in the mud, and the servants of the Wang family are rebuilding after the disaster, and each of them rolled into a mud figure in the mud.

Suddenly there was a familiar breath coming from above his head, Mo Yu looked up.

Before seeing the appearance of the comer clearly, she felt a flash in front of her eyes, and the scene in front of her changed instantly. She had already arrived on the aircraft in mid-air.

"Little apprentice, did the Wang family imprison you?"

"Hmph, these bastards don't have any interesting things. If I knew this, I should have brought someone in directly!"

Wang Zhi was holding a long sword, and he was about to go down to kill people. If Yu Junhao hadn't pulled him, he might have rushed down.

Mo Yu said: "I found the person you are looking for."

The excited Wang Zhi suddenly stopped his movements.

He looked at Mo Yu in shock.

"What did you say?"

Yu Junhao also showed a rare look of shock.

"Have you found the senior sister?"

Mo Yu waved his hand, and the three of them entered the Qiankun Vessel together.

At this time, there was a woman with a pale face and a scrawny body lying on the grass of the Qiankun Qi.

"Chang Niang!"

In the blink of an eye, Mo Yu had already returned to Tuoyuezong for half a month.

During these ten days, Wang Zhi and Yu Junhao were busy searching for various medicinal materials for Chang Niang to heal her body.

After Mo Yu informed the two of the changes in her physique, the two felt relieved and placed her in Changniang's next yard.

Although Changniang was awake, she was very weak.

Mo Yu would go to sit in her yard every day, and the two of them would chat and relax.

Chang Niang is a very intelligent woman, proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and even tried to integrate piano skills into martial arts, creating a set of martial arts by herself.

It was the first time Mo Yu met such a wise woman, so he brought her his own collection of scripts for her to read.

Unexpectedly, Changniang raised her eyes and smiled just after glancing at the script.

"This is just second-class goods, Junior Sister, let me show you something good."

She entered the room, took out a bunch of books from the study, and put them on the table.

Mo Yu leaned over to take a look, and what he saw was a powerful book title, "Eighteen Styles of Yumen".

Scroll down again, "Peach Blossom Spring", "Xianyou Cave", "Fan Niangqing"...

"These books are written by me myself. The plot is ups and downs, and the description is very good. I guarantee your satisfaction."

Mo Yu was shocked and gave a thumbs up.

"Senior Sister, it's amazing."

There are more than 20 books in this pile, and all of them were written by Chang Niang herself. Mo Yu feels that she is a genius.

Chang Niang flipped through the top one and put it in front of her.

Just the plot on the first page attracted her.

Mo Yu's eyes lit up, and he was about to put the book in his pocket, but Chang Niang pressed one hand on the book.

"Help me think about it. Is there anything I need to improve on my piano score? When the score is finished, you can take all these books."

"it is good."

Mo Yu reluctantly looked away.

Chang Niang had already placed the piano score in front of her, and prepared paper, ink, brushes and inkstones.

Chang Niang thoughtfully placed the piano beside her so that she could practice while composing.

As an ancestor who has read thousands of volumes of books long ago, Mo Yu's stomach is full of ink. Although it is not difficult to write a piano score by himself, it will take some time.

Make one up yourself?
That was too exhausting.

Just find a piano score that you accidentally saw in the secret realm.

She stared at the blank paper and thought for a while, then picked out a heaven-level martial skill from her memory, "Bi Luo Xian Pu".

Seeing that Mo Yu began to write straight, Chang Niang squinted and smiled happily, and took the things from the hands of the disciples who came to deliver the food.

Chatting with the junior sister for the past few days, he found that although the junior sister's cultivation base is not very good, she is not even as knowledgeable as the master.

Swordsmanship, boxing technique, crescent moon knife technique, piano technique, chess technique, all at your fingertips!

Perhaps, her martial arts can really be completed with the help of my junior sister!

The little disciple who came to deliver things was a young female disciple from the inner sect.

After handing the tray in his hand to Chang Niang, he bit his cherry lips cautiously, hesitant to speak.

But Chang Niang was so focused on Mo Yu that she didn't notice her strangeness.

"Uncle Master!"

When Changniang exchanged some pleasantries and was about to leave, she finally spoke.

Chang Niang paused, with a gentle smile on her face, "Is there something wrong?"

She has a soft face, and when she smiles, her eyebrows and eyes are curved, as gentle as water.

Although she has experienced 1000 years of devastation, her injuries have healed a bit now, and it seems that there are not many injuries left on her body, but it makes her temperament more gentle and mellow.

The female disciple's nervous heart was pounding.

"I, uncle, I also like to study the piano method. In the past few days, I heard you writing the score, uncle, can I recommend myself?"

Chang Niang was taken aback, then she smiled and said, "I appreciate your kindness, but I have already found someone to discuss piano skills with."

In an instant, the blush on the female disciple's face faded away.

"But……"

She was a little anxious, "Uncle, I have studied under the qin sage, and I have done a lot of research on qin skills. I have also written many qin scores. You proposed to combine qin and martial arts. I have also studied it. I think , I should be the most suitable candidate."

"By the way, my name is Su Manhua, you should have heard my name."

In today's world, there are three saints.

The harp sage, the book sage, and the flower sage.

All three are strong people who are obsessed with Qinshuhua and closely link their skills and domains with it.

Their way of cultivation is quite different from that of ordinary people.

The epiphany is, the holy way of the piano, the holy way of the book, and the holy way of the flower.

He is the top powerhouse in the cultivation world, yearned for and admired by the world. It is said that if he cultivates to the extreme, he will achieve the true way of the great saint and step into the immortal class.

Su Manhua is the closed disciple of Qin Sheng.