Qin Yifan can play more than just the top ten famous songs from his previous life. The piano skills of the unity of man and nature can be easily played by him.

When playing "Jian Jia", play it cleanly and let An Lingxi remember the tune.

Then play the second time, and sing while playing: "The reeds are green and the white dew turns into frost. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water, follow it upstream, and follow it upstream, and follow it upstream, as if it is in the middle of the water."

"The reeds are lush and the white dew has not yet dried. The so-called beauty is in the water. Follow it upstream, and the road is blocked and steep. Follow it upstream, and it seems to be in the water."

"The reeds are nurturing, but the white dew is not over. The so-called beauty is on the tide of the water. Follow it upstream, and the road is blocked and right. Follow it upstream, and it seems to be in the water."

An Lingxi only listened to it once and completely remembered the tune. He placed the mouth of the flute under the cherry lips and played it carefully. The clear sound of the piano and the deep flute sound were played together.

Qin Yifan's guqin sound is quiet and distant, and it reminds people of ancient thoughts when they hear it. It is like the sound of heaven, giving people a feeling of being cold and becoming an immortal.

The sound of An Lingxi's flute is melancholy and lonely, desolate and empty, penetrating the sky and transcending the world.

The two sounds are perfect, like the sound of nature. They are like the harmony of yin and yang, and they faintly merge into a kind of "Tao" she has never encountered before.

Since Immortal Qin, my flute art has improved unknowingly. An Lingxi thought to himself that in the past, my flute sound was sobbing too much, like a resentful woman crying, but now, I have completely abandoned that vulgarity and achieved neither sadness nor joy.

It is not mixed with any emotions, and all emotions are sensed by the listener. This is the highest level of music.

Looking down, I saw that a bay of streams appeared on Qin Yifan's strings. The stream meandered and the banks were covered with reeds. A stunning beauty sometimes appeared in the middle of the stream, sometimes on the shore of the stream, sometimes on the land in the stream.

Under the vast white mist, the beauty is like a fairy in the water.

If I could fully understand the morality in this song, I would probably become a fairy in the water directly. That fairy is a very powerful existence.

Soon, Qin Yifan stopped playing. The fairy, the phantom of the stream disappeared.

And An Lingxi was still closing his eyes and meditating and realizing: the sound of my flute and his piano just now formed a kind of morality. It seemed to be one yin and one yang, his piano sound was yang, and my flute sound was yin. It was originally two completely opposite Taos, but they coexisted so peacefully just now.

And they are still attracting each other, as if water and fire are blending, yin and yang meet, endlessly... Gradually, An Lingxi has a trace of enlightenment of the Tao just now.

Suddenly, her face turned red and she felt a strange feeling in her body.

I actually had such a shameful thought!? It's so terrible. I have been practicing the Han Plum Art for more than ten years, and I have been able to be calm and never be moved easily... But now, this thought is so strong, and I want to be comforted.

Like the flowers blooming in the rising sun, longing for the touch of the flying bees and butterflies. Like the fragrant grass lowered its head, longing for the crystal dewdrops in the early morning.

Spring is about to begin to drown, and the beauty is tired of lust, and the beauty shows off her own scenery. The mountains are thousands of feet, the water flows long, and the rain and snow all year round are desolate. The cottage of the idle courtyard is full of flowers, and the mandarin ducks accompany each other to return to their dreams.

"Xiaomei, wait for me to take a bath." At this time, Qin Yifan said.

An Lingxi's heart suddenly jumped when he heard this. He asked me to take care of him? Serve the master to take a bath. Although it is the maid's duty, now...

Could it be that he was infected by that kind of Tao and felt the same as me? Forget it, forget it, anyway, the task assigned by Master is to bind him with emotion, sooner or later, there will be such a day.

An Lingxi felt a feeling of "gifting himself generously".

"Hey, wake up, why are you standing stupidly?" Qin Yifan waved in front of her eyes and asked.

"I have reported to Mr. Qin, Xiaomei has never been a maid for others before, and has never served others to bathe... This is the first time, I hope Mr. Qin will be pity for me." An Lingxi said with a red face.

"I know, you were the daughter of a wealthy family before, and you never did such a thing." Qin Yifan said, "Well, go to the yard to make water and prepare the clothes for me to change. I am not ready to let a woman take a bath."

Just putting the water in and preparing to change the clothes? An Lingxi breathed a sigh of relief: It turned out that I was thinking too much. How could Qin Xianren have such a profound cultivation level be attacked by the newly emerging Taoist Tao?

He turned around and left the wing room, prepared Qin Yifan to change his clothes and fetch water.

Qin Yifan put the guqin and the dead wood roar, and wiped out the sandalwood in the stove, so as not to cause fire after leaving. As the saying goes, if you don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of something, and then walk to the backyard.

Seeing that An Lingxi had already prepared the water and put it into a wooden barrel, this person in the world of immortal cultivation does not have the habit of taking a bath with hot water. They have broken spiritual roots in their bodies, so why are they afraid of cold water?

Qin Yifan gradually learned their habits. No matter how different the habits of people in the two worlds are, they will affect each other after getting along for a long time. So he only uses hot water in the weather that is too cold.

An Lingxi put the changed clothes neatly on the stool and was about to turn around and leave. Suddenly, he saw Qin Yifan lifting the bucket and placing it on the wooden rack, and then stopped curiously: What is he doing? How could he put the bucket high in the bath?

"Watching a man taking a shower seems not what a serious woman should do."

"However, my relationship with him cannot be considered in normal terms. I am his maid, and the master bathes, and the maid turns and leaves, which is an incompetent act."

"Forget it, I must resist the extreme discomfort in my heart, serve me and be a competent maid, and see if he has any special instructions later."

After Qin Yifan put the bucket, he took out a particularly strange thing and put it into the wooden bucket. It was a pipe, and one end of the pipe was connected to a lotus-like thing.

The lotus pod is made of wood, with countless small holes on it, and a button like a mechanism on the tube.

"Qin Xianren's divine craftsmanship is also very amazing, and it is an existence that the Divine Works Sect cannot stand against. That day, he made the wooden bird puppet, which brought Li Qinglu out of the Demon Sound Array. I don't know what magical effect the thing he made would have." An Lingxi thought to himself.

Qin Yifan directly removed the clothes and stood under the bucket.

"So strong!"
Chapter completed!