vrcanaries Chapter 220 My Husband is a Rabbit Demon! (17)
Chapter 220 My Husband is a Rabbit Demon! (17)
A pleasant sound of stringed instruments was heard. The two men stopped their discussion and went out, only to see a woman playing the pipa.
"This is the sound I heard in the Flower Rain Forest. Your piano skills are amazing."
Feng Xi brewed a pot of tea, walked over, sat aside and listened quietly, and Yan Baichuan then remembered that he had not apologized to Gu Yuxi yet.
After the song ended, seeing Fengxi holding the flute and eager to try, Gu Yuxi asked, "Can you play the flute?"
"Your Excellency, Fengxi knows some ordinary things, which are not worth mentioning in front of you."
Gu Yuxi became interested and asked, "Can we sing a song?"
"This……"
"It's okay. You are too modest, which is a good thing. But you also need to be careful about your degree. Sometimes you need to be proud."
"Your Excellency's words, Fengxi has learned from you. Please don't despise me."
Listening to the sound of the flute, Gu Yuxi paused holding Heizi's hand. In his memory, there was a vague figure pulling a girl to listen to him playing the flute. He didn't know in which world this experience was.
"Your Excellency, what's wrong with the sound of the flute?"
Gu Yuxi came back to his senses and said, "No, your flute is very good. It's good to play it to kill time when you are bored."
"Thank you for the compliment, Your Excellency. Your chess skills are superb. Fengxi admires you."
"You also know this chess trick."
"Some."
"Then what else do you want?"
Thinking of what Gu Yuxi said just now that she could be prouder, Feng Xi said some of the things she could do: "I can embroider, cook, paint flowers and birds, and practice tea ceremony... These things have nothing to do with cultivation."
"If living is just to become a puppet for cultivation, wouldn't this life be too heavy and lifeless?"
"Your Excellency, I can make all kinds of pastries."
"You made a good tea, but now that you have just successfully cleansed your marrow, you should take this opportunity to practice. We can deal with those trivial matters later."
There were more secret manuals of cultivation in the sea of consciousness. Feng Xi knelt down and kowtowed to express his gratitude: "Thank you for the cultivation method, Venerable. Feng Xi will practice diligently and will not let you down."
"You live next door to Baichuan, right? If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me."
"Thank you for your teaching, Venerable."
"You are grateful, go ahead!"
Yan Baichuan lowered his head guiltily, as these words seemed to be directed at himself. After all, a few months ago, after he learned the cultivation method, he still called the other party a hooligan.
But now Feng Xi was here, and the other party's attitude towards accepting the secret book was completely different from his, and he was embarrassed to apologize in front of outsiders.
Seeing Gu Yuxi carrying the pipa into the room, Feng Xi stood up with a broom and jumped excitedly.
"congratulation."
"Baichuan, the Venerable seems to have accepted me and given me a method to practice. I will definitely practice well and not let her down. Baichuan, the cleaning of the yard is up to you."
"Eh!"
Yan Baichuan, who had nothing to do, looked at the broom in his hand, then at the fallen leaves in the west yard. It seemed that he had never cleaned here, so he walked over there.
After sweeping the fallen leaves, a gust of wind blew and the door of a room opened. Yan Baichuan looked inside and saw many calligraphy and paintings hanging there.
He couldn't help but put the broom at the door and walked in. Some of the paintings were elegant and lively, and some were vivid and lifelike.
Suddenly, a bird flew out of the painting and headed straight for Yan Baichuan. He was so scared that he closed his eyes. A scent of flowers came over him, and in front of him was a pink and tender lotus.
He couldn't help but curl his lips. The bird was still in the painting. He walked over with the flower and couldn't help but reach out to touch it. The arrangement of this formation was very wonderful.
There were many paintings on the wall. He walked inside and saw everything from flowers, birds, insects and fish to beautiful mountains and rivers, still life ornaments and framed calligraphy.
When they reached the middle area, there were four tables with pens, ink, paper and inkstones on them. Yan Baichuan thought of something, walked over, took out a large bowl of water, dripped a lot of water on it, and then started grinding the ink.
After getting a little money, he spread out the paper, picked up the brush and began to practice writing. He wrote more than ten characters in a row. The ink marks were deep and shallow, but they all had one thing in common: ugly!
"Too much water, the ink is uneven, and the way of holding the pen is wrong."
A cold voice came, and the brush in Yan Baichuan's hand fell on the work. He turned around and saluted: "Your Excellency."
Gu Yuxi asked: "But do you want to learn?"
"Baichuan has received a lot of favors from the Venerable. I just want to do what I can for you, but I can't help but become a waste."
"You can let Feng Xi do this kind of thing. He is proficient in these things and has a good ink-making skill."
Yan Baichuan didn't know why he felt sour in his heart. Compared to a servant, Fengxi was much better than him. He couldn't help but ask: "Is your Excellency satisfied with Fengxi?"
"He is indeed beyond my imagination. I originally thought he was just a butterfly demon from the mountains, but I didn't expect that he is well-educated and knows a lot of things. It would not be a big deal to train him as a disciple."
Hearing Gu Yuxi's tone, Yan Baichuan felt even more uncomfortable and pinched the paper with his fingers.
"Then..." What about me?
Yan Baichuan was too embarrassed to say the rest of the words, and just listened to the woman asking: "Just say whatever you want to say."
"Baichuan would like to be able to grind ink for you in the future. Please give me some advice."
Gu Yuxi was slow. After all, in the original plot, the original bishop Yan Baichuan was unwilling to learn music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and other things. He just knew how to eat delicious food and practice all day long.
Seeing that the other party did not respond, Yan Baichuan requested again: "Your Excellency just said that if you live only for cultivation, you will become a lifeless puppet. Baichuan does not want to be that kind of person."
After calming down, Gu Yuxi said, "Since you said so, I will teach you how to grind ink!"
Yan Baichuan followed Gu Yuxi to the main seat. He brought the water over and the other party began to say, "The water for grinding ink must be clean water. Do not use tea or other water. Do not put too much at one time. Three drops will do."
He followed her instructions while she patiently said, "Press hard and turn lightly, start slowly and then speed up. Grind too quickly and the ink will be rough and uneven; grind too slowly and it won't work either."
Looking at the afterimage of Yan Baichuan, Gu Yuxi held his hand and said gently, "Grinding requires slowness and patience. It's hard to make good ink if you grind it so fast."
[Satisfaction: 45%]
Yan Baichuan's heart skipped a beat. He let the other party hold his hand and was taught a lesson again: "Don't be distracted."
"Yes!"
"The movement of holding a pen when writing is like this. It's not like you make a fist. Your hand will feel sore at first, but it won't feel sore later. You need to learn to use the strength of your index finger."
Gu Yuxi taught one finger at a time, holding the stiff rabbit paw and placing it in the right place. This kind of apprentice will starve his master to death in the next life!
“Don’t push too hard.”
"what!"
Yan Baichuan got nervous and dropped the pen, accidentally sitting on Gu Yuxi's thigh. He turned his head and saw his own shadow in those calm eyes.
"Go on, reckless man."
Gu Yuxi saw the other party suddenly stand up, kneel on the ground, and said sincerely: "Please forgive Bai Chuan for my offensive words."