Chapter 3701: 3701
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The old man said with a smile: "at this time, don't you know that song is a requiem?"
Qin Wuyan: "Requiem? What about the music you taught me? "
"The song that the old man taught you is to go to the place of the high priest, and to return to the Yuan opera. This song can command all things for your use. It is handed down from generation to generation by the wizard essence of generations." The old man sighed with dismay: "it's my dereliction of duty that the position of high priest has been replaced by ambitious people.
It's just that this piece is very easy and difficult to play. It takes a lot of savvy to get to know it. Do you realize it? "
Qin Wuyan shook his head: "every time you practice, the past will appear in your mind. You are restless, and your qi and blood will surge. It is not easy to sink down and play..."
The old man touched his head: "your life is too hard. You have a heavy heart to kill. If you can put down your hatred, maybe you will.
It's just... If you are swallowed by hatred, the consequences will be unimaginable.
I can't help you. "
Qin Wuyan nodded, but hesitated and stood silent.
The old man brow tip one pick: "so late, what else?"
Qin Wuyan said in a low voice: "the little figure I carved seems to have fallen into this library."
The old man glanced at him, felt in his sleeve, and found the fragrant wood: "this is what you're talking about?"
As soon as Qin Wuyan's eyes were bright, he was about to take them away, but he didn't expect that the old man quickly hid behind him and clapped his hand open.
"The sculpture of this little figure is vivid, but it can't be carried with you." Looking at Zhuang Xiaoyu's portrait, the old man raised his eyes and looked at Qin Wuyan: "if you want to compete, it will be bad for you and miss Zhuang once it is found on you.
Instead of keeping it with you, I'd better keep it for you, or you can give it to miss Zhuang and let her keep it... "
Qin Wuyan immediately said, "naturally, it's for Miss Zhuang."
Hearing the words, the old man gouged out his eyes: "if you are old, you have to think about it carefully, but you have to think about it clearly. Don't take your own life because of these impossible things.
Others have plenty of resources. Without affection, family background and wealth, they can still live a good life without you. What about you? You only have this life left. Once you lose your life, there will be nothing left. "
Qin Wuyan saw a trace of sadness in his eyes. How could he not know these terrible realities? How could he not know that there was a natural chasm and abyss between himself and Zhuang Xiaoyu.
But some things, for young people, are uncontrollable, just as he knows that he should not like Zhuang Xiaoyu, but he is still deeply immersed in this kind of fruitless feelings.
Mingming knows that her best destination is to marry into min family, but she still can't let go. After all, Zhuang Xiaoyu likes herself.
For so many years, from childhood to adulthood, he never liked a girl so much that he was willing to fight against everything for her.
Seeing his appearance, the wizard had to put the wooden Figurine into his palm and said helplessly: "you can do it yourself. I can't help you any more. You can come here if you want to read. It doesn't matter if you don't come. I've taught you what I should give you. How you learn is your own destiny."
Qin Wuyan didn't know how he got out of the library. He quietly held Zhuang Xiaoyu's portrait in his palm and went back to the room like a walking corpse.
He fell down on the shabby bed, rubbed the eyebrows and eyes of the statue with his finger pulp, stuffed the wood carving into his chest, and closed his eyes wearily.... he was very tired www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
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The old man said with a smile: "at this time, don't you know that song is a requiem?"
Qin Wuyan: "Requiem? What about the music you taught me? "
"The song that the old man taught you is to go to the place of the high priest, and to return to the Yuan opera. This song can command all things for your use. It is handed down from generation to generation by the wizard essence of generations." The old man sighed with dismay: "it's my dereliction of duty that the position of high priest has been replaced by ambitious people.
It's just that this piece is very easy and difficult to play. It takes a lot of savvy to get to know it. Do you realize it? "
Qin Wuyan shook his head: "every time you practice, the past will appear in your mind. You are restless, and your qi and blood will surge. It is not easy to sink down and play..."
The old man touched his head: "your life is too hard. You have a heavy heart to kill. If you can put down your hatred, maybe you will.
It's just... If you are swallowed by hatred, the consequences will be unimaginable.
I can't help you. "
Qin Wuyan nodded, but hesitated and stood silent.
The old man brow tip one pick: "so late, what else?"
Qin Wuyan said in a low voice: "the little figure I carved seems to have fallen into this library."
The old man glanced at him, felt in his sleeve, and found the fragrant wood: "this is what you're talking about?"
As soon as Qin Wuyan's eyes were bright, he was about to take them away, but he didn't expect that the old man quickly hid behind him and clapped his hand open.
"The sculpture of this little figure is vivid, but it can't be carried with you." Looking at Zhuang Xiaoyu's portrait, the old man raised his eyes and looked at Qin Wuyan: "if you want to compete, it will be bad for you and miss Zhuang once it is found on you.
Instead of keeping it with you, I'd better keep it for you, or you can give it to miss Zhuang and let her keep it... "
Qin Wuyan immediately said, "naturally, it's for Miss Zhuang."
Hearing the words, the old man gouged out his eyes: "if you are old, you have to think about it carefully, but you have to think about it clearly. Don't take your own life because of these impossible things.
Others have plenty of resources. Without affection, family background and wealth, they can still live a good life without you. What about you? You only have this life left. Once you lose your life, there will be nothing left. "
Qin Wuyan saw a trace of sadness in his eyes. How could he not know these terrible realities? How could he not know that there was a natural chasm and abyss between himself and Zhuang Xiaoyu.
But some things, for young people, are uncontrollable, just as he knows that he should not like Zhuang Xiaoyu, but he is still deeply immersed in this kind of fruitless feelings.
Mingming knows that her best destination is to marry into min family, but she still can't let go. After all, Zhuang Xiaoyu likes herself.
For so many years, from childhood to adulthood, he never liked a girl so much that he was willing to fight against everything for her.
Seeing his appearance, the wizard had to put the wooden Figurine into his palm and said helplessly: "you can do it yourself. I can't help you any more. You can come here if you want to read. It doesn't matter if you don't come. I've taught you what I should give you. How you learn is your own destiny."
Qin Wuyan didn't know how he got out of the library. He quietly held Zhuang Xiaoyu's portrait in his palm and went back to the room like a walking corpse.
He fell down on the shabby bed, rubbed the eyebrows and eyes of the statue with his finger pulp, stuffed the wood carving into his chest, and closed his eyes wearily.... he was very tired www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
The old man said with a smile: "at this time, don't you know that song is a requiem?" Qin Wuyan: "Requiem? What about the music you taught me? " "The song that the old man taught you is to go to the place of the high priest, and to return to the Yuan opera. This song can command all things for your use. It is handed down from generation to generation by the wizard essence of generations." The old man sighed with dismay: "it's my dereliction of duty that the position of high priest has been replaced by ambitious people. It's just that this piece is very easy and difficult to play. It takes a lot of savvy to get to know it. Do you realize it? " Qin Wuyan shook his head: "every time you practice, the past will appear in your mind. You are restless, and your qi and blood will surge. It is not easy to sink down and play..." The old man touched his head: "your life is too hard. You have a heavy heart to kill. If you can put down your hatred, maybe you will. It's just... If you are swallowed by hatred, the consequences will be unimaginable. I can't help you. " Qin Wuyan nodded, but hesitated and stood silent. The old man brow tip one pick: "so late, what else?" Qin Wuyan said in a low voice: "the little figure I carved seems to have fallen into this library." The old man glanced at him, felt in his sleeve, and found the fragrant wood: "this is what you're talking about?" As soon as Qin Wuyan's eyes were bright, he was about to take them away, but he didn't expect that the old man quickly hid behind him and clapped his hand open. "The sculpture of this little figure is vivid, but it can't be carried with you." Looking at Zhuang Xiaoyu's portrait, the old man raised his eyes and looked at Qin Wuyan: "if you want to compete, it will be bad for you and miss Zhuang once it is found on you. Instead of keeping it with you, I'd better keep it for you, or you can give it to miss Zhuang and let her keep it... " Qin Wuyan immediately said, "naturally, it's for Miss Zhuang." Hearing the words, the old man gouged out his eyes: "if you are old, you have to think about it carefully, but you have to think about it clearly. Don't take your own life because of these impossible things. Others have plenty of resources. Without affection, family background and wealth, they can still live a good life without you. What about you? You only have this life left. Once you lose your life, there will be nothing left. " Qin Wuyan saw a trace of sadness in his eyes. How could he not know these terrible realities? How could he not know that there was a natural chasm and abyss between himself and Zhuang Xiaoyu. But some things, for young people, are uncontrollable, just as he knows that he should not like Zhuang Xiaoyu, but he is still deeply immersed in this kind of fruitless feelings. Mingming knows that her best destination is to marry into min family, but she still can't let go. After all, Zhuang Xiaoyu likes herself. For so many years, from childhood to adulthood, he never liked a girl so much that he was willing to fight against everything for her. Seeing his appearance, the wizard had to put the wooden Figurine into his palm and said helplessly: "you can do it yourself. I can't help you any more. You can come here if you want to read. It doesn't matter if you don't come. I've taught you what I should give you. How you learn is your own destiny." Qin Wuyan didn't know how he got out of the library. He quietly held Zhuang Xiaoyu's portrait in his palm and went back to the room like a walking corpse. He fell down on the shabby bed, rubbed the eyebrows and eyes of the statue with his finger pulp, stuffed the wood carving into his chest, and closed his eyes wearily.... he was very tired www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
