"Butler, let's check our financial situation. How many spirit stones can we transfer at most to repair the entire yard? It's time for the young people in the clan to go out for training. Those who should do business should go to business and wait for the house to be renovated.

After that, you can come back and live.”

"Wang Hai, you are responsible for the damage records at the Treasure Pavilion."

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

The housekeeper who was preparing to settle accounts was stunned and asked, "What kind of funeral?"

Wang Yunja's voice remained calm.

"My father's funeral."

The housekeeper immediately asked urgently: "Master, who killed me?"

Wang Yunja sighed softly, "A person he never won until his death."

himself.

He died in his own greed.

But other interested 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.

…

Mo Yu left the secret realm and just put away his black robe when he saw that the Wang family in front of him had been 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. The servants of the Wang family are rebuilding after the disaster, and each one of them is almost turning into a clay figure in the mud.

Suddenly there was a familiar smell above his head, and Mo Yu looked up.

Before she could clearly see the appearance of the person coming, she felt her eyes blur 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 good stuff. If I had known this, I should have brought people in directly!"

Wang Zhi was holding a long sword and was about to go down to kill someone. If Yu Junhao hadn't held him back, he would have already rushed down.

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

The excited Wang Zhi suddenly stopped moving.

He looked at Mo Yu in shock.

"What did you say?"

Yu Junhao also showed a rare look of shock.

"Have you found Senior Sister?"

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

At this time, a woman with a pale face and a skinny body was lying on the grass of Qiankunqi.

"Chang Niang!"

In the blink of an eye, Mo Yu has returned to Tuoyue Sect for less than half a month.

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

After Mo Yu informed the two of her current changes in her physique, they felt much relieved and placed her in the yard next to Chang Niang's.

Although Chang Niang was awake, she was very weak.

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

Chang Niang was a very smart woman. She was proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. She even tried to integrate piano skills into martial arts and created her own set of martial arts.

This was the first time Mo Yu saw such a wise woman, so he brought her his own collection of story books to read.

Unexpectedly, Chang Niang just glanced at the script, raised her eyes and smiled.

"This is just second-rate goods, little junior sister, let me show you something good."

She went into the room, took out a pile of books from the study, and put them on the table.

Mo Yu came over and took a look, and what he saw was a book with a hot title, "Eighteen Styles of Royal Man".

I scrolled down again, "Peach Blossom Spring", "Xianyou Cave", "Pink Girl Love"...

"I wrote these books myself. The plots are full of ups and downs and the descriptions are very accurate. I guarantee you will be satisfied."

Mo Yu was shocked and gave a thumbs up.

"Sister, you are amazing."

There were more than twenty books in this pile, and they were all written by Chang Niang herself. Mo Yu felt that she was a genius.

Chang Niang flipped through the top book and placed 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 bag, but Chang Niang pressed her hand on the book.

"Please help me think about whether there is anything that needs to be improved in my music score. When the music score is finished, you can take all these books."

"good."

Mo Yu reluctantly looked away.

Chang Niang had already placed the music score in front of her and prepared paper, ink, pen and inkstone.

Chang Niang thoughtfully placed the piano next to her so that she could practice when creating.

As an ancestor who has read thousands of books, Mo Yu has a lot of ink in his stomach. Although it is not difficult to write a piano score by himself, it does take some time.

Make one up yourself?

That would be too energy-consuming.

Just find a piece of music 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, "Biluo Immortal Book".

But when Mo Yu began to write straightly, Chang Niang smiled happily and took the things from the hands of the disciples who came to deliver food.

After chatting with the junior sister in the past few days, he found that although the junior junior sister was not very good at cultivation, she was not even as knowledgeable as the master.

Sword skills, boxing skills, crescent sword skills, piano skills, and chess skills are all at your fingertips!

Perhaps, her martial arts skills can really be accomplished with the help of her junior sister!

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

After handing the tray in her hand to Chang Niang, she bit her lips with some restraint and hesitated to speak.

But Chang Niang was only thinking about Mo Yu and didn't notice anything strange about her.

"Uncle Master!"

When Chang Niang exchanged a few pleasantries and was about to leave, she finally spoke.

Chang Niang paused in her steps, with a soft smile on her face, "Is something wrong?"

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

Although she has experienced a thousand years of torture, her injuries have healed a bit, and it seems that there are not many traces of injuries on her body. On the contrary, her temperament has become more gentle and mellow.

The female disciple's heart was pounding nervously.

"I, Uncle Master, I also like to study piano skills. In the past few days, I heard you, Uncle Master, writing piano scores. Can I recommend myself?"

Chang Niang was stunned for a moment, then she smiled and said, "I understand your kindness, but I have already found someone with whom I can discuss piano skills."

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

"But……"

She was a little anxious, "Uncle Master, I once studied under the Qin Sage. I am very knowledgeable in Qin skills. I have also written many Qin scores. You proposed to integrate 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."

There are three saints in the world today.

The Saint of Music, the Saint of Calligraphy, and the Saint of Flowers.

All three are strong men who are obsessed with Qinshuhua and closely connect their own skills and fields with it.

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

What I suddenly realized is the holy way of piano, the holy way of calligraphy, and the holy way of flowers.

He is the top expert in the world of cultivation, and is yearned for and respected by the world. It is said that if you practice to the extreme, you will achieve the true path of a great saint and step into the immortal class.
Chapter completed!