Cannon fodder master, she became a group favorite after tearing up the script

Chapter 74 Your Identity
Yes.

Yu Yan attributed the melody that pulled her back to her senses just now to a mistake.

She has a bad temperament, but she has listened to the music for hundreds of years.

Have you never eaten pork or seen a pig running?

The woman in Tsing Yi's eyes fell directly on Pei Yan, playing with the purple jade tablet in her hand.

Most of the Qianyin Pavilion is low-level tone repair.

There are male and female nuns.

Most of these people have three spiritual roots, four spiritual roots or even five spiritual roots.

As we all know, the advanced level of sword repair and sound repair is much less restricted by the talent of spiritual roots than law repair.

As long as the sword realm sound realm breaks through, the cultivation base will naturally increase, and the lifespan will also increase accordingly.

The way of heaven has always checked and balanced. Although Jianyin does not require spiritual roots, his understanding determines the upper limit.

Eighty-nine out of ten Yin Xiu of Qianyin Pavilion are vassals of high-level Dharma Xiu.

Here, there will be some performing arts, and some will sell themselves.

It is nothing more than wanting to obtain more cultivation resources and strive to live longer.

"Master Yan seems to have encountered a bottleneck in recent years."

Amidst the sound of Zheng Zhengqin, Yu Yan suddenly spoke.

At the same time as her words fell, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Pei Yan looked over with a cold gaze, and his thin lips parted slightly, "I've let you down."

The man in purple stood up, and he walked towards her.

She is a distinguished guest of Qianyin Pavilion, just like this room Qianyin Pavilion has been reserved for her.

Back then she picked him out of the crowd, she said he played the best.

As everyone knows, he is recognized as a bad piano player.

He thought she probably lied on purpose because of his appearance.

In Qianyin Pavilion, it has always been your preference and my wish. It was not that no one chose him, but she was the only one who praised him for his good playing.

She is the first.

In fact, his purpose of entering Qianyin Pavilion was to take the opportunity to learn piano skills.

At that time, he wanted to give up, but she praised him.

By coincidence, he agreed to follow her into the box.

Unexpectedly, she really just wanted to listen to the piano.

Without her, there would be no Master Yan now.

Yu Yan shook her head,

"I just said it casually, don't worry about it."

No one who cultivates immortals has a bottleneck.

Pei Yan sat across from her, and his eyes fell on the woman's face.

Her appearance can only be regarded as delicate and pretty, but her temperament is dazzling and seductive.

He had never seen her cultivation clearly.

"Come on, tell me, I'm curious about your identity."

Yu Yan pushed the jade tablet in front of Pei Yan, and tapped it on the Fuxiqin while talking.

Pei Yan glanced at her movements.

"What identity?" He was always cold, without changing his expression.

Yu Yan's peach-blossom eyes rolled,
"The one downstairs is new here, right? I don't know how to hide my emotions, tsk, I'm sorry."

"You can ask."

Pei Yan understood, he picked up the teacup and took a sip, and there seemed to be no intention of answering her in his words.

Pei Yan: "Or, you tell me your identity first."

The man's eyes fell directly on his face, as if he had suddenly realized, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

How did he realize that her appearance is probably not fake.

Yu Yan snorted, she took the jade token back and put it in her sleeve.

After 200 years, it was the first time she talked with him about a topic other than cultivation.

Pei Yan suddenly didn't really want to stop like this.

"Yu Yan, is this your real name?"

"Otherwise?" Yu Yan squinted at him.

She never thought of hiding anything, the names are all real.

It's not that she is arrogant, most of the monks of Pei Yan's age in the world of cultivating immortals have heard of her.

(End of this chapter)