Chapter 90 Shocked, Tang Yuehua actually said this to Mu Chen!

Mu Chen stepped out, turned around, glanced at the partners in front of him, and asked, "Do you think so too?"

Meng Yiran, Zhu Zhuqing and others looked at each other and nodded.

Mu Chen paused and said: "It is not enough for a person to have strong strength alone. Humans are social animals and cannot live apart from the crowd. Humans are also wonderful creatures. Many people in high positions, even if He looks strong on the surface, but his heart is full of despair.”

"How to use the art of language, how to move between the strengths of all parties, and how to defeat the opponent even without using soul power. This is a truly strong person."

"When you are determined to become a strong person, it means that you have to learn more and become stronger."

"A strong person must learn to control everything about himself. Especially his emotions and aura. Yue Xuan's study is not just about learning etiquette and music, but more importantly, precise control of one's own behavior."

"Remember, a strong man who defeats others is not scary. The scary thing is that he can even defeat himself."

Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun nodded slightly to Mu Chen. Out of trust in Muchen, he did not continue to question Muchen's training.

In Tang San's opinion, Mu Chen was the reincarnation of old man Tang Lan, and it was even more impossible to question this.

As for Dai Mubai and Meng Yiran, seeing that everyone had no worries, they could only try to learn for a while to see the effect.

Tang Yuehua looked stunned, and then looked at Mu Chen in astonishment. The young man in front of her, who was not very old and was used to settling things with money, gave her a little surprise. The young man in front of him actually knew Yuexuan so well.

A month later, when the moon was three poles high, Tang Yuehua originally wanted to take off his clothes and go to bed to recharge his batteries and better prepare for tomorrow.

Suddenly, a beautiful music floated into her room.

Beautiful music is like butterflies dancing in the air, like tinkling springs flowing in the mountains, and sometimes, like bright stars twinkling in the night sky.

Tang Yuehua can guarantee that this is a piece of music she has never heard before.

Tang Yuehua put on her cloak, left the bed, followed the music, and walked out of the room.

"Hey, the sound disappeared."

Tang Yuehua felt a hint of disappointment in her eyes. Before the source of the sound could be found, the music had disappeared. As a last resort, Tang Yuehua had to go back to her room and continue sleeping.

The next day, Tang Yuehua got up early and walked leisurely in the college.

While walking, Tang Yuehua saw a person standing on a high platform in front of him. He raised his head from time to time and lowered his head from time to time. Out of curiosity, Tang Yuehua walked up to the high platform where the man was.

Tang Yuehua was stunned.

Thick ink, outline; light ink, contrast; light color, rendering. Follow the stone steps that inexplicably extend from the clouds one by one, slowly upward. Surrounded by lush, unknown small trees, they are winding and leaping towards the light. In the place where the leaves of the mountain stream are shaded, the ancient and simple house feet are faintly revealed, and there is also the curl of cooking smoke, leisurely spreading out from the gaps between the leaves, spreading out?

In the distance, there are dark-colored mountains like long eyebrows. The clouds swallowed its feet, but it happily allowed itself to disappear into the dream-like smoke clouds. The small bridge on the flowing water shows a clear and agile look after the rain. The needle-like drizzle mended the earth's coat, but inadvertently stirred up the crystal laughter on the river. The people in the lonely boat were just looking quietly, looking at the aqua satin-like river surface, or at the mountains in the distance?

This is a painting on paper and a distant scene.

"who?"

The painting man was stunned for a moment, then turned to look behind him. Whispered: "Mrs. Yue?"

"Mu Chen?"

Tang Yuehua looked at the painter's facial features and was stunned, looking at Mu Chen in surprise. He glanced at the paintings beside Mu Chen and asked, "Can you still draw?"

Muchen nodded.

Tang Yuehua looked Mu Chen up and down again and said in surprise: "Has your God of Killing Domain been under control?"

Mu Chen nodded and said modestly: "These are all your cultivation."

Tang Yuehua stopped and said: "You are being humble. In the past month, you have never had a normal class with me, Yuexuan. Do you rely on painting to control your emotions and breath?"

Mu Chen nodded and said: "To be honest with Madam Yue, there is also music."

"music?"

Tang Yuehua said in astonishment: "As far as I know, you have only taken half a music class. Do you still know how to play music?"

Mu Chen nodded and said: "Every night, I will play a song."

"night?"

Tang Yuehua was surprised and asked, "Were you playing music last night?"

Mu Chen said with a smile: "Did it disturb your rest?"

Tang Yuehua frowned and said earnestly: "Mu Chen, as a young man, it is understandable that he likes to brag and be arrogant. But I still suggest that you get rid of this shortcoming and be better at getting along with others. Yan, bragging in front of others is not a good character. "

When Mu Chen heard this, he smiled and asked, "Do you think I'm bragging?"

Tang Yuehua glanced at the painting drawn by Mu Chen.

Tang Yuehua is not very proficient in painting, but he knows a little bit about it. Mu Chen is really picky about her painting skills and can compete with everyone else.

Tang Yuehua nodded. In her opinion, Mu Chen was so outstanding in painting, and his cultivation was ahead of his peers. At a young age, his energy was limited. He certainly could not have master-level attainments in music. The music last night was obviously a new piece of music. Only masters of the master level could play it.

"How about this, I'll play a song for you." Mu Chen smiled.

Tang Yuehua had a good first impression of Mu Chen, so playing a song for Tang Yuehua was not a bad idea.

Mu Chen's mind moved, and he took out something from the storage soul guide.

Tang Yuehua looked at this thing with seven strings and asked curiously, "What is this?"

"Harp." Mu Chen said.

"Harp?" Tang Yuehua's eyes were even more puzzled.

"Like the harp, it is also a musical instrument." Mu Chen said as he sat on the ground. He placed the harp on his legs, and as his fingers jumped, the beautiful and melodious sound of the harp rang out.

"I planted a seed, and it finally grew into a fruit. Today is a great day."

"Pick the stars for you, pull down the moon for you, and let the sun rise for you every day."

"Turn into a candle and burn myself, just to illuminate you, and give you everything I have, as long as you are happy."

"You make every tomorrow meaningful for me. Although life is short, I love you forever and never leave you."

"You are my little apple, and it is never too much to love you. Your red little face warms my heart and lights up the fire of my life, fire, fire, fire, fire!"

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As Muchen played, Tang Yuehua was stunned. She realized that the young man in front of her was not bragging, but really awesome.

The beautiful sound of the instrument she had never seen before turned into notes, striking Tang Yuehua's heart. Tang Yuehua staggered like an old deer, and under the rendering of Muchen's piano and lyrics, the whole person seemed to be a dozen years younger, back to the age when she first fell in love.

After the song ended, Tang Yuehua's face flushed. In her heart, she secretly exclaimed that it was a bad fate. Her heart, which had been sealed off, was actually moved by the young man in front of her who was a dozen years younger than her.

"Did you really play the song last night?" Tang Yuehua asked in disbelief.

"Yes. The song last night was called Cang Hai Yi Sheng Xiao. The song I played just now was called Xiao Ping Guo. Are you still questioning me now?" Mu Chen asked with a smile.

Uh!

Tang Yuehua was stunned and looked at the young man in front of her in admiration. Not only in the field of painting, but also in the field of music, Mu Chen has reached the master level. Thinking of this, Tang Yuehua's eyes were hot and she asked expectantly: "Can you teach me?"