After seeing the barrage, she tore up the script

Chapter 15
  "Master Kou's hands are so beautiful!" Yan Xuehui expressed sincere admiration.

This sense of power is what she lacks, urgently needs, and yearns for.

Most women in the mortal world are weak. The secular discipline of women also requires women to be submissive. Otherwise, they will be deviant and will be rejected by the secular world.

Yan Xuehui was lucky enough to be born into the Yan family. The Yan family's family tradition has always treated men and women equally. She and her sister have received the same education as their brother since they were young.

They are born towards the sun, stand tall and upward, and will not look down upon themselves just because they are women.

However, Yan Xuehui has also traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers in Daxia, and she knows that not all women are as lucky as she is.

Her luck is very rare.

More women struggle with secular disciplines throughout their lives.

Yan Xuesong likes such a pair of powerful hands so much. If all women in the world could have such a pair of powerful hands, would the shackles on their bodies also be broken with great force.

Kou Huameng initially thought that what Yan Xuehui said was just the weak flattering the strong.

Facing those eyes full of brilliance and sentimentality, she thought that maybe she was wrong.

This made Kou Huameng feel more fond of Yan Xuehui. At the same time, she also felt that Yan Xuehui probably had no master-disciple relationship with her.

But this does not prevent her from admiring Yan Xuehui. The two of them are essentially the same kind of people. They both have clear plans for their futures and have firm beliefs to go on.

"I also like my own hands, but when it comes to playing the piano, I actually play it every day." Kou Huameng shrugged, and then the dagger flew towards Lian Shi, gritting his teeth.

Just when Yan Xuehui was confused, he heard Kou Huamengzuo say with an expressionless face: "Play the piano to the cow every day."

Before Lian Shi realized what Kou Huameng was talking about, he touched his head in confusion.

"Master, why have I never seen you play the piano? With your hands, don't you beat a few of us every day?"

At this moment, everyone couldn't help laughing. Even Pei Zhang, who was as reserved as Pei Zhang, covered his face with a folding fan and coughed and laughed.

This Lianshi is really the happy fruit of Wanfa Sect.

The leader, Lian Shengdao, looked blank. This is not the expression of my son. He wished he could draw a clear line with Lian Shi.

"You silly boy, your master is calling you a cow!"

Lian Shengdao covered his face with his sleeves, why did he give birth to such a stupid son.

Only then did Lian Shi realize that Kou Huameng was talking about him, and he immediately wailed.

"Master, in front of so many people, how about you save some face for your apprentice~"

Not to mention face, it was fine, but when it came to face, Kou Huameng suddenly looked helpless.

"You want face, your master, don't I want face? When you became my master, you were in the foundation building stage. Now, many years have passed, and you are still in the foundation building stage. I, Kou Huameng, have a disciple like you. It is simply unfortunate for me. No, it’s three lifetimes of misfortune.”

Lian Shengdao glared at Lian Shi fiercely, "How many times have I told you that I want you to practice hard, but you just don't trust me. I think you will be expelled by your master sooner or later."

Lian Shi was unconvinced, "No way, Master treats me best, so he won't abandon me, right, Master?"

After speaking, he looked at Kou Huameng pitifully.

Kou Huameng resisted the urge to hit someone on the spot and took a deep breath.

Calm down, Kou Huameng, don't scare the little girl just now. It's not good for the little girl to see such a bloody and violent scene on the first day.

"If you do this again, I will really kick you out of the school!" Kou Huameng twitched the corner of his mouth and gave him a look, letting Lian Shi realize it on his own.

Lian Shi suddenly felt aggrieved and stopped talking.

"Master Kou, you are indeed a little harsh on Lian Shi. He is still a child after all." The beauty in palace attire with beautiful pearls gently advised.

[Wow, beautiful sister Tie Tie, her voice is so gentle, her ears are pregnant. 】

[Perfectly in line with all my imagination of fairies, Chang'e on the Moon is just like that. 】

[Sister Yan is very lucky. Wanfa Sect is really good and everyone is very interesting. 】

【However, although! I choose Kou Huameng! So cool! Why didn't the Yan family choose her to be their master? Kou Huameng finally thought of Yan Xuehui, and she asked Yan Xuehui uncertainly.

"You don't want to be my teacher, right? Then I will introduce you to whomever you want to be. Don't worry, I still have a lot of respect in the world of cultivation," Kou Huameng said proudly.

Kou Huameng's sex is free and easy, and Yan Xuehui is not shy.

"Thanks to the great love of Master Kou, Fuguang, I really don't want to be your disciple. I have a qin, which is a relic of my late mother. Fuguang sees things, thinks about people, and practices Taoism. I also want to practice the qin way."

"Qin Dao?"

"Qin Dao?"

"This"

After hearing what Yan Xuehui said, several peak masters looked at her in surprise, and then started talking to each other.

The leader signaled everyone to be quiet.

"Didn't they tell you on the way here?" He looked at Yan Xuehui seriously.

Yan Xuehui was also shocked by this battle, and she was a little uneasy.

"What's the problem? Master, what should the senior brothers tell me?"

Pei Zhang stood up and said, "Master, I didn't think carefully. I thought that Junior Sister Fu and Uncle Kou should have similar personalities, and they would form a master-disciple relationship."

He looked at Yan Xuehui apologetically and explained to her.

"Junior sister Fu, in the world of cultivation, it has been hundreds of years since there has been a piano cultivator. If you want to use the piano to enter the Tao, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find a suitable master."

"There hasn't been a piano repairman for hundreds of years?" Yan Xuehui frowned.

She never expected that this would be the case.

Since she was a child, she has read and listened to storybooks and storybooks that tell stories about gods and goddesses, all of which are omnipotent, and the treasures they can use are all-encompassing.

In the world of cultivation, the qin is an extremely common musical instrument.

Music, chess, calligraphy and painting are almost compulsory for girls from aristocratic families. Yan Xuehui was born in a general's palace, so naturally she is also an aristocratic girl.

However, her piano skills are not good.

Because her biological mother died young, she was raised by her father and older siblings.

The Yan family has been in the military for generations, and she and her sister do not like red clothes but prefer armed weapons.

Compared to these elegant things, both of them prefer to dance with guns and sticks.

Therefore, even if Qin is a legacy of her mother, the three siblings do not have a strong desire to inherit it.

In the end, Qin was given to the youngest Yan Xuehui.

For Yan Xuehui, the piano has more of a symbolic meaning, a symbol of longing for his late mother.

She only learned a little bit when she was just starting out, and then gradually let it go.

It wasn't until the Yan family's disaster struck, and those barrage discussions, that she realized that the piano left behind by her mother was probably not simple.

Before her mother passed away, she was the youngest child, and she often acted coquettishly around her mother. She was too young to understand the helplessness of life passing away so quickly.

All she remembered was her father's often red eyes, her brothers and sisters crying secretly from time to time, and the long and difficult words that her mother asked her to recite over and over again.

"Hui'er, you must write it down!" In her mother's eyes, there was a memory that she, at such a young age, couldn't understand.

Sometimes, the mother is relieved, but then she sighs and says, "Actually, there is no need to write it down -"

The days spent with her mother before her death were deeply imprinted in her brain and memory, along with her mother's last appearance and those obscure and lengthy words.

On the day she broke off the engagement, she got the piano, and she finally confirmed that those words were the secret to controlling the piano.

(End of this chapter)