28 Mushroom Listening Music

Xie Han frowned slightly in shock, obviously having heard what Hua Lang said, but he stood still as if he had no hands.

Yan Rong refused in a big way, even coughing to the other side, and moving towards the corner without making a sound.

Seeing that a line of division was about to be drawn between the two, Hua Lang's anger had long since subsided, but she still deliberately lowered her tone and said, "Why, it's only been a few days, and you've already forgotten your words of apprenticeship?"

Under Hua Lang's coercion, Xie Hanjing and Yan Rong reluctantly extended their hands.

The two hands seemed to be several meters away from each other, but finally they succeeded in making peace with the air.

Although the two stopped fighting, Hua Lang still had someone move them to a single room just in case.

After a busy day, the day finally came to an end.

Hua Lang lay on the bamboo bed in the clinic, and his dream was still dark.

…

A cold breath brushed across Hua Lang's neck.

"Tianshu is my legacy. Since you have taken it, you can be my child." A deep female voice sounded behind Hua Lang.

Then, as if a ghost seeking revenge, a pair of hands gently placed on Hua Lang's shoulders.

Hua Lang seemed to have gotten used to it. She just sat there motionless, letting the "female ghost" blow on her neck.

Another unfamiliar male voice rang out from above, his words harshly enunciated. "Don't scare her."

The hands left Hua Lang's shoulders, and the woman's voice lost its dull tone. She chuckled and said playfully, "I was just teasing her. Don't you want a sister?"

Hua Lang held a familiar cold object in his hand, which seemed to be Tian Shu.

She was like a bystander, hearing her own voice, "Aunt Yun, yesterday you wanted me to continue being your apprentice, why did you become your daughter today?"

The woman mumbled, thinking for a moment, then said, "Alright, you'll be my apprentice. I want to hear that kid call me elder."

Hua Lang automatically blocked her seniority's comments. "Then, Master, I would like to ask you, how exactly do you use the move 'Borrowing the Power of Heaven and Earth, Commanding Wind and Rain' mentioned in this Tianshu scroll?"

"So that's what you were thinking," the female voice muttered, then continued to instruct, "Tian Shu is only a medium. The self is certainly important, but for the flute sound to blend and resonate with the spiritual energy, what is needed is a consciousness that transcends the object in hand..."

When Hua Lang woke up early in the morning and found that the poison in his meridians had been eliminated, he immediately concentrated on harmonizing the spiritual power in his body.

She wondered if she had eaten too many poisonous mushrooms.

Otherwise, how could she dream of talking with her deceased master, and she seemed to have gained a lot from this conversation.

Hua Lang tried to readjust the spiritual energy according to what the person in the dream said, and actually directly cleared the last blockage in the meridians!

In the previous Peak Master Trial, although she had passed the thunder tribulation, she didn't know whether it was because her spiritual energy was exhausted during the breakthrough. Not only did she fail to break through, but she also felt that her cultivation level had declined.

Hua Lang originally wanted to ask Mo Jinghong for advice, but she didn't find a chance to talk to him about this during their previous meetings. Now that all her meridians have been repaired, she feels relieved.

Hua Lang slowly gathered his spiritual energy, exhaled, and opened his eyes.

Seeing that it was almost noon outside the window, Hua Lang pushed open the door to see if he could run into the two troublesome disciples.

This clinic is quite deserted. After all, everyone in the inner sect practices fasting, so food poisoning rarely occurs.

Hua Lang's timing was just right. She walked around the intersection and went down the stairs. Then she saw in the distance that the person standing on the path was none other than Xie Hanjing.

But there was still another person standing in front of him.

This scene looks familiar, and the figure is also quite recognizable - it's Wu Manci.

Why is she here again?

Hua Lang took another step forward, and her vision became wider. She saw Yan Rong, who was originally behind Xie Hanjing.

Yan Rong glanced darkly at the two people on the roadside and passed by them.

Xie Hanjing quickly relied on his cold face to successfully get rid of Wu Manci. He took a long step and walked in front of Yan Rong.

The three of them returned to the clinic. Along the way, Xie Hanjing and Yan Rong were clearly separated on the left and right. Hua Lang felt that he was squeezed in the middle, like a barrier between the two.

Hua Lang couldn't stand this atmosphere. She took the initiative to ask Xie Hanjing, "...Why did Miss Wu come to see you again today?"

Hua Lang was really confused by Wu Manci's attitude.

As a spy, shouldn't you hide and investigate secretly? Who is like her, blocking the target person openly every day?

But if she didn't want to investigate Xie Hanjing, why did she only stop him? Also, the magic weapon that recorded Lingyin was priceless. No matter how rich the Wu family was, they would not give the magic weapon to strangers casually.

Hua Lang speculated that perhaps the magic weapon had the effect of two-way sound transmission. If Xie Hanjing carried it with him or placed it in the house, wouldn't it be more convenient to eavesdrop on some news?

As for Wu Manci's poor excuse of "cultivating aesthetics", Hua Lang could only sigh: What a trick!

Xie Hanjing stretched out his hand, and Hua Lang saw a bamboo flute lying in his palm. Judging from the style, it should be used for music theory class.

Before Hua Lang could wonder why he brought the flute back.

Yan Rong was the first to sneer, "Senior Brother is extremely talented. He naturally wouldn't try to hide the fact that he was kicked out of class today."

"Kicked out of the classroom?!" Hua Lang suddenly didn't understand these words.

Xie Han lowered his eyes in shock. Without refutation, he admitted calmly, "Yeah."

Hua Lang was shocked, "What did you do?"

Xie Hanjing remained silent, seemingly unwilling to talk about this matter.

Seeing that he looked gloomy, Hua Lang guessed that something unpleasant had indeed happened in class. She suppressed her curiosity and said, "Nothing, just one class. It just so happens that you brought your bamboo flute. I'll take a look for you later."

Afterwards, Hua Lang found a small stone table, blew away the dust on it with her spiritual energy, and then she sat down with Xie Hanjing.

"When playing the flute, control the wind, focus your breath, and pay attention to the beginning and end of the notes..."

After Hua Lang finished speaking, he signaled Xie Hanjing to start.

Xie Hanjing followed his instructions and picked up the flute. His two bony hands gently held up the flute. His back was straight and his posture was relaxed. The emerald green bamboo flute reflected the pale red of his lips. The way he held the flute was clear and sparse, looking standard and beautiful.

At least before he made any sound, Hua Lang was very appreciative.

Hua Lang covered his ears and looked at Xie Hanjing in disbelief.

She felt that she had been abused, and while she forgave Wu Manci, she also found the flute tune quite familiar.

...Wait, isn't this the flute tune she played during the entrance trial?!

Xie Hanjing reproduced that extremely unpleasant song one by one, including Hua Lang's unintentional pauses and occasional wrong notes and missed notes.

The sound of the flute was like the intermittent wheezing from the throat of a dying person before he died.

In the distance, someone called out from the clinic, "Hey, patient, are you okay? Who's playing the flute? My patient is dead!"

"Hey, Discipline Hall, can you please take care of this? Someone is attacking others with a flute!"

"Why are there so many medical disputes lately? Help, my innocent and pitiful ears!"

Hua Lang's face flushed. She grabbed Xie Hanjing's wrist and wanted to kneel down and beg him to stop blowing.

Okay, male protagonist, I know you have a strong learning ability, but you can’t learn everything!

Xie Han was startled when Hua Lang pulled him. He moved the flute away from his lips and asked for advice, "Master, is there something wrong?"

Hua Lang looked around guiltily, and only after confirming that there was no one from the Discipline Hall did she breathe a sigh of relief.

After much deliberation, Hua Lang decided to ask politely, "...Where's the spiritual sound that Miss Wu gave you?"

I'm sorry, Wu Manci, I misunderstood you.

Xie Han was shocked. He really needed this thing to correct his aesthetic taste.

Xie Han was silent for a moment, "Master, is that spiritual music important?"

Hua Lang noticed the subtlety in his tone and asked suspiciously, "Did you lose it?"

Xie Han was shocked: "..."

"Yesterday when I was picking mushrooms, I couldn't get it, so I left it in the forest."

?

???

The word "放" is wonderful.

The male protagonist has also learned to avoid the important issues.

Hua Lang took a deep breath, "Didn't Miss Wu ask you to listen to that spiritual music more often and cultivate your aesthetic taste?"

You just threw it away like that, do you expect Mushroom to give you music theory lessons?

Xie Han was surprised and said, "Disciple has already heard it. The sound of the flute was too dead and cold. Disciple feels that the tune played by Master that day was the best."

Hua Lang was impressed by Xie Han's praise, and seeing that every word he said was sincere, he could no longer feel angry.

She tilted her head and softened her tone, "...Miss Wu has been learning music theory since she was a child. Her level is definitely higher than yours and mine. She asked you to learn, so of course you can't just focus on the meaning of the music."

Xie Han nodded in surprise.

After learning the flute, they both recovered from their illness and were asked by Gong Huaqiu to go back to Qingzhu Peak.

Before leaving, Hua Lang took out the last few bottles of medicine that were useful for treating injuries and handed them to Yan Rong. Yan Rong was not like Xie Hanjing. His bloodline did not provide him with any additional recovery ability.

Hua Lang was worried and warned, "You should take good care of your injuries here. No matter who you fight in the future, you must understand the art of war and never hurt yourself like this again."

Yan Rong's eyes casually glanced at the medicine bottle on the table. His loose outer robe was tied in a messy manner, and he could vaguely see the thin body wrapped in bandages underneath.

Hua Lang felt that he was like a kitten with its claws retracted, revealing its soft belly.

Sure enough, Yan Rong was not as cold and hard as he was when facing Xie Hanjing during the day. After reading the names of the medicines on the bottles, he narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Hua Lang with his light-colored pupils.

"Thank you, Master. I understand."

Seeing this, Hua Lang took out a new spirit storage stone from his arms lovingly and placed it in his palm before leaving with Xie Hanjing.

Yan Rong watched Hua Lang leave and immediately frowned. He brows were gloomy and threw the stone in his hand to the ground.

Oh, just use this thing to get rid of him?

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Hua Lang and Xie Hanjing still chose to take the path behind Wuling Peak.

I thought there would be no one there like last time, but unexpectedly, after I took a few steps around the shade of the trees, a group of people appeared in front of me.

The leading few people were pulling a long white cloth with words written on it, and the rest of the people were lined up behind them. The scene was like a protest march.

Hua Lang looked carefully and found that the three large characters "Murong He" on the white cloth were particularly eye-catching.

These three words were crossed out by two lines of thick ink, and below them, a new line of words was written with a cinnabar pen.

Hua Lang read out those words:

"The orthodox lineage of Qinglai is only Hua Luodeng!"

Hua Luodeng?

Isn’t this Mo Jinghong’s eldest disciple and Hua Lang’s senior sister?

She traveled abroad for many years and only returned after Qinglai was destroyed. After this disaster, she broke her sword in front of the sect and disappeared from sight ever since.

Taking advantage of the noise over there and no one noticing the two of them, Hua Lang quickly pulled Xie Hanjing to change the route.

As she expected, that night, the news that the Discipline Hall had arrested a group of disciples spread throughout the inner sect.

The next second, Hua Lang almost spit out his tea when he heard the new news that Ming Jinshu, the head of Huatang Peak, was also among them.

She put down the teacup with a shaking hand and asked the disciple who was repairing the wooden house, "...You just said, Master Ming, that she was the initiator of this protest?!"

【Author’s words】

I wish you all a happy Dragon Boat Festival (o゜▽゜)o

As the only one who can cook here, Xiao Xie, go and cook two dishes for everyone.