Little tiger happy to become a god

Chapter 177 You Are Like a Master (5)
With long hair like splashed ink, the whole person is deserted and deserted, even the voice is deserted and deserted.

If it wasn't for standing by your side, Mo Li, I would have surrendered long ago.

She has never been an ambitious person. She has lived a long life, but she just wants to stay by his side and be his little tiger obediently.

Yue'er's big clear and bright eyes were filled with mist, and she really wanted to go back to Mo Li's arms, and never come down again, woo woo.

Suddenly another face appeared in the water, smiling like a spring breeze: "Yue'er, come to Wenfeng Mountain."

Yue'er was startled, and tremblingly said: "You...you...how could you be in the water."

Yuehua bared his teeth, completely destroying his gentle and elegant temperament, and pretended to be ferocious: "I am a ghost, if I don't come to Wenfeng Mountain, I will eat you."

Yue'er jumped up, and Feishou threw the small wooden stool into the house, summoned Duo Yun and wandered towards Wenfeng Mountain.

"Are you injured today?" Yuehua was sitting on a beautiful hanging chair hung on a big tree beside the small lake, wearing a blue dress that was stretched out, which complemented his extraordinary character and was attractive. temperament.

But Yue'er was determined to be a little tiger with a bad taste for masculinity. She came to the hanging chair, touched it with her small hands, and then touched it again. The last pair of big eyes looked at Yue Hua quietly.

Yuehua: "..."

"Why don't you sit on my lap?"

"... Mo Li said, if men and women don't kiss hands, then I can't kiss you..." The little tiger was very clear.

Yue Hua chuckled, jumped down from the hanging chair, summoned an agarwood chair and a big table from the hut, sat down safely, and said with a smile: "Your Mo Li taught you to be good."

Yue'er couldn't wait to jump on the delicate and beautiful hanging chair and swing: "Of course." She was full of pride.

Yuehua put down and continued to read the book in his hand: "Dese."

Yue'er giggled, so what if she was jealous, Mo Li was just Mo Li, Ang.

Yue Hua was distractedly holding the book, but out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of Yue'er's sweet smiling face, he couldn't see it, so he asked again: "Does it still hurt when you get hurt today?"

Yue'er felt a little pain while breathing, and she didn't know why, but she didn't want to tell others, so she straightened her waist: "It doesn't hurt. I am a mighty general in the fairy world, how can I be defeated so easily."

Yue Hua put down his book, turned his head and walked to the small kitchen next to him: "The mighty general? Isn't it the great general who flaunts his might?"

Mudanyan decisively flew towards the back of Yuehua's head, but Yuehua turned around and caught her: "Little guy, you dare to attack me?"

Yue'er wanted to pull her little ears, but she happened to be wearing a little white tiger hat covering her little ears, so she touched the hat and said with a smile, "This bead can go really far with one flick, haha... "

Yuehua ignored her, turned his head and went into the small kitchen, with a doting smile on his lips.

When Yuehua set up a table of dishes, Yue'er frowned cutely: "It smells like medicine."

Yuehua couldn't help but tapped her little white tiger hat: "If you are injured, you need to take medicine, don't you understand?"

Yue'er picked up the chopsticks and ate each time, but she missed the pair of little tiger bowls and chopsticks that Jimo Lidiao had in her heart.

Yue Hua was a little nervous: "What? Isn't it delicious?" He didn't know how to make medicinal food either, and just made it while reading the recipe over and over.

"Moli's cooking is much, much better than yours..." It is true that Yue'er is an honest little tiger.

Yuehua was a little sad, and said oh, and he started to eat silently.

Yue'er felt guilty, and quickly said: "However, it's quite delicious, thank you."

"Then eat them all." Yue Hua stopped his chopsticks, and then saw Yue'er's slumped face, feeling a little relieved.

After dinner, it was also a little later in the evening, Yue'er sat on the hanging chair and was about to fall asleep again.

Yue Hua flew the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen, and seeing Yue'er drowsy, he hurriedly said, "Yue'er, don't fall asleep. Do you think I just invited you to have dinner?"

Yue'er forcefully opened her big eyes, and said blankly, "Isn't it?"

Yue Hua flew a leaf to her face and scratched it lightly. Yue'er kept laughing and woke up completely: "Well, what are you going to do?"

Taking out the Qi Xingqin and putting it on the shelf, Yue Hua said: "You don't have divine power, but you have spiritual power all over you. This kind is most suitable for using foreign objects to hurt people. It's like the sound of a piano."

Yue'er looked at the qin, and suddenly her head turned into two big heads, and she said in horror: "Are there no other musical instruments besides the sound of the qin?"

Yue Hua smiled: "The flute is pretty good. The weapon of the Demon Monarch Chu Ci in the demon world, the red lotus elegy, is considered the best flute in the world. I heard that he has been wiped out by the catastrophe in the underworld. The red lotus elegy , but I don’t know where it is. Bells and drums are really not suitable for a girl’s family, and it’s not elegant. Oh, and Xiao, playing the flute, well, it’s not good for a girl’s family.”

Yue'er was already a little sad when he heard him talking about Chuci, so she quickly changed the subject and said, "Why is blowing flute bad?"

Yue Hua laughed loudly: "Hey, go home and ask your Mo Li... Anyway, only Qin is the best choice, understand?"

But Yue'er was still unwilling: "But I really don't know how to play the piano..."

Yuehua put away his smile, and said seriously: "Yue'er, do you still remember the ultimate goal of going to the end of the painting?"

"Remember, I want to become stronger." The little tiger was unwavering.

Yue Hua praised: "Weak people will only bring burdens to those they love. So, do you want to learn the piano?"

"Yes." Yue'er did not hesitate.

Yue Hua nodded in satisfaction, her warm eyes were full of smiles, and Yue'er suddenly thought of Master Ta Yu again, really, it seemed, seeing Yue Hua beckoning her to go over, she jumped off the hanging chair and ran to his side.

Yuehua saw that she was very good, so he lowered his head and introduced the structure and rhythm of the piano to her.

"... These are the eight movements of the right hand, do you remember?" Yue'er nodded her head, she could hardly forget it, Yuehua continued: "Left hand up, down, forward and backward..."

After the explanation was over, Yue'er basically memorized it, and Yuehua demonstrated it again in detail, then asked Yue'er to sit down: "You do it a few times."

Yue'er was a little nervous. It seemed that she had never studied anything so seriously except reading short stories. What was the reason for this gorgeous nervousness?

Yue Hua laughed and said, "If you play well, I won't hit you, if you play badly, I won't laugh at you, why are you nervous?"

"I don't know..." The soft and waxy voice was trembling, Yue'er clenched her little hands and let go, then put them on the strings, calmed down and thought about Yuehua's words and fingering, her fingers moved slightly , and did it again.

Although the fingers are still not very flexible, and the flicking is not very smooth, it is enough to surprise Yuehua: "Very good, Yue'er, you are a genius!"

(End of this chapter)