Chapter 161 [Reproduction] The magical use of talent

Chen Mo laughed loudly and followed the other party out of the mansion without refusing.

This time, both of them had happy events, so they naturally didn't want to spoil the fun.

Moreover, Chen Mo had been dormant in his home for so long, either practicing the piano or cultivating, and he hadn't relaxed for a long time.

For him, life in the cultivation world was like this. When you were weak, things that you had been desperately chasing for might not be obtained, but when you become strong, it would be as easy as a meal at home.

After a few months, the mansion owner of the White Snake Market visited the Wenxiang Pavilion again. Whether it was Yun Rou who came with him or Xia Wan who was trained later, they were all very excited and rushed up.

However, Hong Yan in the hall was embarrassed and didn't know what to do for a while.

She looked at Chen Mo and saw that he just smiled, so she greeted him charmingly.

"Room No. 1, two distinguished guests!"

Accompanied by a crisp shout, the eyes of the female cultivators in the Wenxiang Pavilion all turned over.

Song Yunxi naturally enjoyed this, not to mention that he had the honor to have a close relationship with the beautiful girls here. You let a veteran in the flower field be a monk for several months, wouldn't that be the death of him?

Sitting in Room No. 1, Xia Wan and Yun Rou fed wine and massaged him on the left and right. Song Yunxi suddenly sighed in comfort: "Damn! This is called life!"

At this moment, he felt like crying with joy.

Chen Mo was drinking wine on the side, and Hongyan sat beside him in a proper manner.

Occasionally there was a touch, but it never exceeded the rules.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, a newcomer came to Wenxiang Pavilion these two days. It's the first time. I'm still teaching him these days. Would you like to help try to learn it?" Hongyan whispered to Chen Mo's ear.

Chen Mo shook his head and said, "Let's talk later."

Although his voice was low, Song Yunxi heard it clearly. However, he never liked rookies, so he teased, "Brother Chen! I'm not saying that you're doing this? This is just right. If you think it's okay after trying it, I'll just...! Haha."

Chen Mo was speechless for a while.

He really couldn't understand his elder brother's hobby.

So he changed the subject and said, "Brother Song, have you ever heard of the magic of refining demons?"

"The magic of refining demons? What the hell is that?"

The other party's words disappointed Chen Mo. Obviously, even his knowledgeable elder brother had never heard of it.

Perhaps there is no such method in Qingyang Sect!

It seems that this [Blood Exchange] method will not be used in the short term.

What a pity!

"Why are you learning more and more miscellaneous things!" At this moment, Song Yunxi actually had a hint of blame in his heart, "The realm is the most important! You already have two Qi-nourishing Pills, you should..."

At this point, his face became ugly.

And the next moment, he laughed at himself: "Haha! How the hell did I become the person I used to hate the most! Brother Chen, don't worry, as long as you stay in the White Snake Market for one day, you can farm and raise pigs! I will protect you for life!"

"..."

Good fellow, the other party regarded his farming and raising pigs as a hobby like him indulging in the brothel.

After saying that, Song Yunxi raised his head and drank a pot of wine, hugged the two of them, and walked into the inner room.

In the living room, Hongyan and Chen Mo looked at each other.

She had selfish motives. The female cultivator had been here for more than half a month, and she had not arranged anything for her. She just wanted to let the other party have a taste, but she didn't expect... Hey...

"Sister Hong, we haven't played a song for a long time, right?"

Chen Mo said with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, elegant?"

Hongyan took out the guqin she always had like a magic trick and propped it up on the open space.

The two of them played a guqin and a flute in the Wenxiang Pavilion.

When the melodious melody and calm tune sounded, the whole Wenxiang Pavilion seemed to be silent.

The monks who were working hard in the bedroom stood up after a brief surprise and asked, "Who is playing the piano?"

At this moment, they felt extremely calm in their hearts, and the noisy troubles that troubled them in the past were all forgotten.

"Sister Hong? Sister Hong's piano skills have improved again?!"

However, just after everyone calmed down and took a few breaths, a desire from the heart surged up little by little.

Their bodies moved involuntarily... Not only that, even the female singer next to them took the initiative.

They hugged each other, with peace in tranquility, and releasing their true selves in peace.

This feeling and experience are very wonderful.

He was obviously doing something selfless, but he was immersed in it rationally!

In the room.

Song Yunxi didn't hear whose piano sound it was, and at this moment he was still perceiving everything selflessly.

Yun Rou, Xia Wan, and the female cultivators of Wenxiang Pavilion, intoxicated by the sound of the zither, gradually realized the method of dual cultivation, and their emotions and spiritual energy gradually blended... At this moment, they actually began to enjoy the lessons they had been doing for decades...

In the living room, Hong Yan moved the long flute away from her mouth and smiled at the zither player she had taught step by step. While enjoying it, she also felt joy.

She was very sure that the other party's zither skills were now comparable to hers.

It can even be said that the emotions implied in the zither sound were even better.

Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, a male cultivator actually had a deeper attainment in the zither!

As the sound of the piano gradually became louder, the whole Wenxiang Pavilion was filled with joy at this moment. When the sound of the piano gradually slowed down and gradually ended, some people fell asleep in each other's arms, while others closed their eyes and enjoyed this brief tranquility.

Clap! Clap!

Hongyan clapped from the bottom of her heart.

"Fellow Daoist Chen is indeed very talented!"

"The teacher taught well!"

Chen Mo smiled and stood up.

He played the piano today just to cheer up Song Yunxi.

However, what he didn't know was that from now on, such a sound of the piano had become the last sound of the Wenxiang Pavilion. How many cultivators have been searching for it, but they can't find it every time!

These cultivators probably never thought that the sound of the piano they missed so much could be heard by a group of pigs and chickens every few days.

"I'll go back first."

"I'll take you there."

"No need."

Chen Mo waved his hand.

Today's trip was unexpected in itself, and the real purpose was not achieved.

What kind of magic is the magic of demon refining and where can it be learned from is still unknown.

This time, it's time to prepare and get busy with the autumn harvest.

After seeing Chen Mo off, Hongyan stood outside the door feeling lost. She didn't know what he wanted...

That night, the Wenxiang Pavilion was unusually quiet.

Until a figure came flying from the horizon, Hongyan was shocked to death!

...

The next morning, Song Yunxi came out in high spirits after getting dressed.