A chirping sound.

Mr. Li's smile did not change.

Two chimes.

Mr. Li's face stiffened slightly.

Three chimes.

Mr. Li has a variety of dishes.

After the song ended, Shen Gurong said anxiously: "Mr. Li, what do you think?"

Mr. Li bowed deeply, his body shaking like chaff: "This...this, this, this..."

Seeing his reaction, Shen Gurong knew that he must have played badly, but he was not depressed.

Because he injured his head when he was young, Shen Gurong was ill for a long time, and his breath was always short after he recovered. He was good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but when it came to instruments that needed to be played, it was like a magic sound filling his ears. Even the mourners sounded better than his.

Shen Gurong was not discouraged. He saw Mr. Li's slightly distorted face and tried to suggest: "How about Mr. Li teach me to learn each note one by one?"

Mr. Li hesitated: "This..."

Shen Gurong said hurriedly: "I will definitely give you less money."

Anyway, it was Xi Guxing who provided the money.

Mr. Li was so shocked by Shen Gurong's song that he could only say "this", but the immortal's demeanor was too indifferent, which gave Mr. Li an illusion.

"The Immortal must have made a mistake in his performance just now. Furthermore, it is too difficult for beginners to directly play the music. If you learn one note at a time, the Immortal will definitely be able to play the sound of nature."

Mr. Li successfully paralyzed himself, returned to his kind-hearted appearance, and continued to teach Shen Gurong.

Shen Gurong studied for three days in a row and felt that he had made rapid progress. If he went home and played to his husband, he would definitely praise him.

He was happily whimsical.

It had started raining early in the morning, and it was pounding on the carved wooden windows.

Shen Gurong opened the window, sat on the soft couch and looked at the yard.

Before he was banished, Mu planted a row of black bamboos and several peach trees in the courtyard. Probably because he was worried that the courtyard would be destroyed by Chaojiuxiao's overthrow of rivers and seas, he also put a layer of barrier on top to block the attack of heavy rain.

Because of the existence of the barrier, the light rain floats on the bamboo and peach trees. From a distance, it looks like it is covered with a layer of mist, giving it a misty air.

Shen Gurong was enjoying the rain while waiting for Mr. Li to come over, and sighed: "It's great to have Mu Ban around."

Everything is taken care of, and he doesn't have to worry about anything at all.

As usual, Mr. Shen Gurong had already arrived by this time, but Shen Gurong waited and waited and still didn't see anyone. After a while, Xi Guxing arrived.

Xi Guxing came wearing a mysterious coat and holding an umbrella, and the hem of his clothes swept over the orchids in bloom in the garden in the courtyard.

Shen Gurong stood up to greet him: "Senior brother, why are you here?"

Xi Guxing closed the umbrella and threw it aside. He glared at him and said, "Mr. Li is the famous Mr. Zhuchi in Fuxian City. Shen Shiyi, you are really capable. You can actually kill Mr. I’m so angry that I won’t leave the mountain again.”

Shen Gurong: "..."

Shen Gurong: "Ah?"

Xi Guxing asked Guixing to pour him a cup of tea, took a sip and said: "Mr. Li came to see me yesterday and said, 'I can't teach this boy.' I thought he was evading it politely, but I didn't expect that he wouldn't come today. "

Shen Gurong: "..."

Shen Gurong said dryly: "Didn't you give me enough money?"

Xi Guxing almost spit out a mouthful of water and said angrily: "You still have the nerve to say that I didn't give you any money?!"

When Mr. Li was invited to come, Xi Guxing went down the mountain and exchanged two hundred taels of silver for mortal use with spiritual stones. He felt that no matter how hard Shen Shiyi played the magic music, two hundred taels would be enough to ask Mr. Li to teach him so that he could barely produce a human voice. Come.

When Mr. Li politely said he was about to leave, Xi Guxing hurriedly said, "How about I give you some more money? Do you think five hundred taels is okay?"

Mr. Li's face was ashen, as if he had aged several years overnight. He looked dimly in the direction of Fan Jiangju, then showed a miserable expression and said with difficulty: "Immortal, I will give you five hundred taels. Please ask someone to be smarter."

Xi Guxing: "..."

Xi Guxing: "???"

What kind of devilish torture did Shen Shiyi do to Mr.’s ears?!

Mr. Li's longing for immortals for most of his life ended here.

Xi Guxing threw the money to Shen Gurong angrily and said, "You are really a wonderful flower."

Shen Gurong tilted his head: "Senior brother, are you praising me?"

Xi Guxing said angrily: "What do you think!"

Shen Gurong didn't dare to say anything.

Xi Guxing saw him stroking the precious bamboo with a wilting look, and his anger quickly subsided.

That's how he is, his anger towards Shen Shiyi never lasts long.

——The main reason is that if he had been angry for a long time, Shen Shiyi would have been angry to death.

"Stop learning." Xi Guxing advised him, "I remember that you play the jade harp and the harp very well. Don't waste your time playing the bamboo string. Every time you play the bamboo string, I suspect that you want to perish together with Jiuxiao."

Shen Gurong: "..."

Shen Gurong felt inexplicably lonely. He rubbed the bamboo stick in his hand and slowly traced the word "Fengxue" with his fingertips.

I don't know how long it took before he said softly: "Okay."

When Xi Guxing saw that he had agreed, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "If you feel bored in Fanjiangju, I will give you an extra morning class at Zhibai Hall."

Shen Gurong raised his head: "What morning class?"

Xi Guxing said: "What do you want to teach?"

Shen Gurong said: "Bamboo..."

Xi Guxing interrupted him politely: "Except Zhuchi."

Shen Gurong: "..."

Shen Gurong tilted his head and thought for a while, then said: "I know a lot about everything, but what I'm best at should be painting."

Xi Guxing rubbed his brows with a headache: "This is something you only learn in morning classes in mortal private schools. We don't have to learn it."

Shen Gurong said "Oh" and remained silent.

Xi Guxing couldn't see him like this at all, so he hesitated and said, "Add, it's not impossible to add a painting class."

Shen Gurong's eyes lit up: "Senior brother!"

When Xi Guxing saw this look from him, he immediately said angrily: "You..."

"...Don't be such a spoiled brat! OK, OK, I understand." Shen Gurong interrupted, "Since senior brother said that I can take classes in the mortal world, can I change it?"

Xi Guxing frowned, suddenly having a bad feeling: "What to change?"

Shen Gurong smiled and said calmly: "Storytelling."

Xi Guxing: "..."

"roll!!!"

In the end, Shen Gurong chose the harp among the chess, calligraphy and painting, because he had to paint beautiful women, and a quick glance a few days ago showed that none of the disciples in Zhibaitang could catch his eye.

Let’s teach piano instead.

When the news spread that the disciples of Liren Peak had added a new morning class every month, the disciples complained incessantly. But when they found out that it was Shen Shengjun who taught them, they immediately became excited and wished they could attend it every day, thirty days a month. Take the Holy King's class.

This is how Shen Gurong's teaching began.

Shen Gurong was taught the piano by his elder brother. When he was young, he had to practice for an hour or two every day before he could stop playing. If he played a wrong note, his brother would beat him with a wicker stick.

Over time, Shen Gurong became a good player and became famous in Huilu City.

Shen Gurong, dressed in white, sat at the table and plucked the strings with his bare hands. The natural sound of the piano flowed slowly, and the lingering sound continued.

This is the true posture of heaven and man.

All the disciples were extremely excited every time they had morning lessons. They didn't know whether they came to learn the piano or just to watch the saint play the piano.

One day, the disciples went down the mountain to Fuxian City to buy cinnabar. In the bookstore, they held their faces in their hands and praised the sage for his superb piano music, and the heavenly sound was fascinating.

Mr. Li, who was passing by, overheard it, shook his head slightly and sighed.

"What a good boy, but he lost his ears at such a young age."

It was rare for Shen Gurong to live a stable life in Liren Peak.

He had changed the fate of Yu Xinghe and Mu Ban, but Shen Fengxue, who had pulled him into this world, seemed to be dead and could not even dream, which made Shen Gurong very uncomfortable.

But he didn't even know how he was dragged into this book, let alone getting out, so he had no choice but to wait for death while pinning his hopes on the secret realm of Guhong four years later.

Mu was relegated to the outside world, and he would use the disciple's contract every month to report his safety. One time, when the bright red disciple's contract flew towards him accidentally, he was directly hit by Xi Guxing.

Xi Guxing found out that he had formed a contract with Mu Ban and was so angry that he scolded Shen Gurong for several hours.

"You are the master! How can you rush to form a contract with your apprentice?! You don't even give me a gift!" Xi Guxing was furious, "If word gets out, what will others say about you?!"
To be continued...