Chapter 245 My Talisman/Singing Voice Can't Be That Bad
With Wu Yu's embarrassed smile, Ruan Wei reached out and took the little Qiuniu that had passed through who knows how many hands.
After a moment of silence.
Ruan Wei asked tentatively, "If it's Qiuniu, do you pinch his seven inches?"
“…”
Chi Jin held her forehead and smiled bitterly, "Senior Sister, it's not a snake."
Ruan Wei said stubbornly, "I know."
"They are all one long strip, almost the same!"
"There has to be a limit," Xiao Xuantong said unhappily, "Even if it's a snake, it won't faint if you pinch its vital points."
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Chen Yuan outside sneered in an ambiguous manner.
Comparing the imprisoned ox and the snake?
Ruan Wei...she is so bold!
With Chen Yuan's cold laugh, the atmosphere fell to below freezing again.
Xuan Zhenzi whispered to Yuan Yin, "This prince has quite a temper."
"I don't like to hear jokes from children."
Yuanyin paused, "Give me an example."
"You're a hexagram practitioner, and some people say you're an astrologer, and they also say that astrology and hexagram practitioners are both rubbish..."
"I'll pick up my weapon and beat him to death!"
Xuan Zhenzi was angry.
Yuanyin spread her hands and said, "Isn't this over?"
"We can't be prejudiced against the demons, even though they have no aesthetic taste, a strong body odor, no culture, and poor taste in clothes..."
Xuan Zhenzi, "..."
Don't hide the vowels.
It seems like you are the one who is prejudiced against the demon race.
Jing Gan glanced at Cui Yanjun who was sitting upright, and asked tentatively, "Yanjun, what do you think?"
Cui Yanjun gave her a puzzled look and asked, "What do you mean by 'I think'?"
Does this former sister-in-law want to discuss with me how to capture the long reptilian monster?
Cui Yanjun studied medicine and has also done some interesting things as a teacher in the past ten years. She was happy to answer some of Jinggan's questions.
Cui Yanjun, "Whether it's a Prison Ox or a snake, pinching the seven-inch point won't make it faint. But—"
Jinggan's eyelids twitched, "Wait..."
"Just hit him on the head."
Cui Yanjun's words were firm and his voice was like a bell:
"Control your strength and just give it a few hits. It doesn't matter if it's a dragon or a bug, it will end up on the ground."
Chen Yuan, “…”
Everyone: “…”
The education in your Penglai is really bad.
Jing Gan held his forehead and said weakly, "Mr. Yan. Stop. That's enough. Stop talking."
If we talk about it again, a war between the two races will begin.
Cui Yanjun didn't understand why, but her advantage was that she didn't care about worldly affairs, and didn't care much about other people's reactions or life and death.
She asked, "But why is there a Prison Ox in this secret realm, and a stone temple enshrining the Prison Ox's head?"
Everyone was cheered up.
Cui Yanjun was stunned and accidentally asked the question that everyone wanted to ask.
"This is a secret realm formed after the death of the demons. It is normal to have a few illusions." Chen Yuan smiled.
Cui Yanjun, "Illusion?"
"right."
Chen Yuan was certain, "It's an illusion. Is it real or fake? How can I not tell?"
"As for the Stone Palace."
He paused, "The Qiuniu lineage is of true dragon bloodline. Every household in the demon clan worships them. What's so strange about that?"
Chen Yuan's explanation was clear and concise. Although it was a bit perfunctory, it could not be called nonsense overall.
Although he still felt something was wrong, Cui Yanjun gave up under the threat of Jing Gan's gaze that was like a court appearance.
Cui Yanjun: ...My senior brother is gone, but I am still under the control of my ex-sister-in-law.
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"What should we do then?"
Chang Huaijin was a little anxious.
He pointed to his head and raised an eyebrow and asked, "Come here?"
Ruan Wei lowered his head to glance at the little Qiuniu's head, which was smaller than the palm of his hand, and paused. "Can I coax him to sleep?"
Coma and sleep, both mean losing consciousness.
Everyone in Penglai has trained their bodies. Although Qiuniu is strong and has scales to protect his body, Ruan Wei feels that this force is difficult to control.
If it faints after a slap, it's fine; but if it doesn't faint... this little thing will cry and scream, and who knows howl, and who knows how much trouble it will cause.
Chi Jin glanced at Ruan Wei very subtly, only to see that she looked serious, and it was obvious that she really intended to do this.
Chi Jin repeated in a low voice: "Coax to sleep?"
A cold light flashed in his eyes, and the look he gave to Xiao Qiuniu became even colder.
When he was young, his senior sister never coaxed him to sleep!
"How should I coax it?" Xiao Xuantong thought for a moment, "How about singing a song to it?"
"I only know how to sing what Master taught me."
Ruan Wei was shocked, and also felt a little jealous. "Master also taught you to sing? Why didn't he teach me?!"
Even though Feng Wuya dotes on Ruan Wei very much, to be honest, it was Xiao Xuantong who had been with Feng Wuya since he was a child, witnessing Feng Wuya's promotion from a novice nanny to the current coexistent of the five tribulations.
Xiao Xuantong was a little embarrassed, "Master said that I have a good voice like him."
“…”
Ruan Wei, "Then you try it."
Xiao Xuantong coughed, cleared his throat, and began to sing confidently: "The sky is vast, the earth is vast, the earth is vast..."
"Stop!"
Ruan Wei immediately covered the little Qiuniu's ears.
Little Qiuniu almost shed tears.
Qiuniu is good at music, but what Xiao Xuan sang not only has nothing to do with music, it doesn't even match the tune, let alone have any rhythm.
She looked at the unconscious senior brother in front of her with disbelief.
“…”
Ruan Wei hesitated, "Why do you have to go through so much trouble to sing just one word?"
Ruan Wei remembered that when he first started to practice music, Xiao Xuantong also wanted to join him, but was half coaxed and half driven away by Cui Yanjun.
Now she understood why Cui Yanjun refused to teach Xiao Xuantong to play the piano.
Wu Yu was dazed by what he heard.
Xiao Xuantong was stunned. "It doesn't sound good?"
He asked himself and answered, "Impossible! I sang exactly the same as Master."
Chang Huaijin lowered his hands from covering his ears, and after a moment of silence, he finally said something truly fair: "Big Brother, your singing skills are about the same as my sister's talisman-drawing skills."
Wu Yu rarely agreed, and she nodded twice.
"What did you say?"
Ruan Wei and Xiao Xuantong said in unison: "My talisman skills/singing voice can never be this bad!!!"
“…”
After a while, Xiao Xuantong closed his mouth in disappointment, and Ruan Wei silently took his hand away from Xiao Qiuniu's ear.
Ruan Wei sighed, "I can't sing."
"Play a song for its soul to rest in peace."
Hearing this piece of music from Ruan Wei again, Chi Jin's eyebrows couldn't help but jump. He whispered, "But it's not a spirit."
Senior sister was not like that at the beginning either.
"So what." Ruan Wei took out Youying casually. There were not many things in her mustard bag. Apart from a few wholesale iron swords, she only put Youying in it.
Ruan Wei paused, raised her eyes and looked at Chi Jin, "Persuade Lingan."
"I am only giving advice. Whether the soul is at peace or not is none of my business."
Chi Jin was stunned.
Ruan Wei turned around, feeling inexplicably depressed.
She didn't want to say any more to this stupid junior brother who was obsessed with trivial matters.
Those who persuade are willing to persuade, bystanders are willing to watch and follow, and those who are spiritual are willing to disperse. These are all personal choices.
It is true that "May the Soul Rest in Peace" is a funeral song.
But the music is light and cheerful, the melody is gentle and lingering. If you ignore its nature, it is just a little song that is very suitable for lulling people to sleep.
Ruan Wei handed the Qiuniu to Wu Yu, and she plucked the strings a few times.
I don’t know what Youying’s strings are made of, but they are very tough. When I pluck them twice, the music comes out very far away.
From the moment Ruan Wei took out Youying, the little Qiuniu seemed to be stupid, staring at Youying, whose body was covered in silver, with a pair of golden eyes.
Ruan Wei set up the piano and sat down anywhere.
She frowned and pulled her sleeves upwards tighter at her wrists to prevent the hanging sleeves from disturbing the strings.
A person under the moon plays the piano with frown on his face, his eyes are clear and gentle.
A gorgeous appearance can actually give people a very strong sense of aggression, but Ruan Weisheng's is very objective. His eyebrows are slightly purple like distant mountains, and when he frowns slightly, it breaks the coldness of the whole body, making him more human and more solid.
When Ruan Wei was in the Penglai Immortal Sect, he would always be surrounded by onlookers when he practiced the piano. Every passerby would stop and stare at him.
Cui Yanjun said that when Ruan Wei lowered his eyes and played the piano, he was the true immortal in the world.
Ruan Wei gently flicked the finger.
A burst of piano music, as smooth as flowing water, slowly flowed out.
The music flowed slowly in this desolate place under the sun. When Ruan Wei played the piano, he would blend his soft water spirit into the sound of the piano, which could make the listeners more relaxed.
It can also hypnotize people better.
Every musical instrument has its own unique sound, and so does Youying. Youying's Xiaozhu's sound always carries a touch of indifference.
After listening to the song, it doesn't seem like a call for peace, but rather a call for surrender.
The sound of the piano stops the war.
Ruan Wei let out a long sigh, "I haven't played for a long time, so I'm a little rusty."
She leaned forward to look.
Under the influence of Ruan Wei's spiritual energy and the soothing music, the little prisoner fell asleep quickly.
I don’t know whether it was Qu Quan or You Ying who persuaded me.
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