Song Chengyi couldn't figure out what Wuhua was thinking, and Wuhua didn't give him much time to think. After finishing the last sentence, he took Song Chengyi to the lake.

"I brought the best Biluochun, do you want to drink with me?" Wuhua is good-looking, and her voice is even more noble and elegant, which is indescribably nice, especially when he talks to people with a gentle smile, few people can refuse him.

Song Chengyi knows that Master Tianfeng likes tea, and Wuhua is known as the seven wonderful monks, one of which is tea art.He himself prefers drinking tea to wine, and when he was a child, he often drank tea made by Wuhua, who was fashionable at the time and was not very good at learning.

"Are you sure you want to drink tea so late?" Song Chengyi said, slightly worried about the plot that seemed to be forgotten by the boss.

"As long as you want, when not." Wuhua took him to the lake, and the boat moored in the lake was unmanned, and slowly floated to them on the current.

The boat looked really small, and it couldn't seat a few people. There was a guqin on the left side, and a wooden plank was placed in the middle of the boat.

"Could it be that you are going to sleep here tonight." Song Chengyi stood on the boat and asked Wuhua who also walked beside him.

"Take the sky as the quilt, and the boat as the mat." The smile on Wu Hua's face remained undiminished, "Wouldn't it be fun."

"Miao Seng Wu Hua's living conditions are too fairy-like, and I, a layman, won't accompany you." Song Chengyi said so.

"Now that you're here, please sit down for a while. I haven't seen you for a long time, and I want to stay with you for a while." Wu Hua said, staring at Song Chengyi motionlessly.

Wu Hua's appearance is real and deceptive.When Song Chengyi turned his head to look, he felt as if a star had fallen into those eyes.I froze for a while.

Supporting him in a daze for a moment, Wuhua had already taken the pole on the boat and exerted a little force on the shore.This move obviously used internal strength, and the boat carrying two people moved a long distance to the center of the lake.

Song Chengyi: "..." Do you think he can't do light work?

Although he was speechless about Wu Hua's rare childish behavior, he still sat down on the only seat on the boat.

It should be impossible for Wuhua not to deal with the person who gave Chu Liuxiang information, so why invite him on board for tea?He really wanted to see what kind of medicine was bought in this gourd.

If Wuhua really doesn't want to kill people like in the plot this time, he will have to think more about the main plot he has saved in the future.

The elusive future disturbed him more than the known plot.

Wuhua stood on the other side of the small boat, and the two faced each other from a distance, but instead of making tea as he said before, he sat down in front of the guqin, tried two notes and then smiled: "It's rare to meet, Wuhua How about playing a song for your son."

Song Chengyi couldn't see what he was thinking, but said: "Whatever you want, as long as you are not afraid of me falling asleep."

When he was young, he really didn't have much feeling for the piano sound. No matter how many elders praised Wuhua's piano sound, he would only feel sleepy and boring after listening to it for a long time.But after living here for so long, Song Chengyi's acceptance of ancient things has gradually increased, because he has to do tasks and force himself to understand various things.He has traveled to more places with flowers and willows, and he has gradually gained some understanding and appreciation for the sound of the piano.

Now even if you listen to the top player of Qinglou Shanle playing the piano, you will no longer find Chen Ke boring, not to mention that one of the seven masterpieces is the music played by the wonderful monk Wuhua himself.

Wuhua closed her eyes slightly, her bony fingers plucked the strings at will, and what she played was a sound that seemed to calm people's hearts and wash away all troubles.

Song Chengyi's exhaustion for many days seemed to be washed away by the sound of the piano, and he closed his eyes at some point, immersed in the gentle sound of the piano without flowers.

Not everyone can be lucky enough to hear the flowerless qin, and no one would have thought that Miao Monk would come to listen to it when he was boating on the lake in the middle of the night.Song Chengyi felt that it was a pity that he was the only audience for such a beautiful piano sound.

The small boats on the lake slowly move towards the center of the lake with the sound of Tian Lai Qin as the background music.

The sound of the zither with a touch of Zen has stopped at some point, Song Chengyi closed his eyes and thought about it for a long time before slowly opening his eyes.

Wu Hua was still sitting opposite him, and when he opened his eyes, he turned his gaze from the lake back to him: "Young Master, you feel sleepy."

Song Chengyi smiled softly and said, "No. You have made great progress."

He understood from a long time ago that if Wuhua was as good as his outside, and as clean as his piano sound, they would definitely become good friends.

No, in fact, they became friends a long time ago, and they talked about everything.

Thinking of this, Song Chengyi asked: "Why did you call my eldest son, it sounds strange."

"How strange?" Wu Hua blinked, "Could it be that you are only allowed to call me Miao Monk, and not allowed to call you Young Master?"

Song Chengyi was taken aback when he heard his words: "Wuhua, you can't be..."

Before he finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by Wuhua who stood up suddenly.

The small boat shook twice because of the actions of the people on board, Song Chengyi immediately reached out to hold the side of the boat.

"I invited you to drink tea, but I didn't prepare the tea set. It's really rude." Wuhua laughed in her throat, "Cheng Yi might as well wait for me here for a while."

Song Chengyi instantly raised his head to stop him: "Wait."

He couldn't say the second word, so Wuhua jumped out of the boat and left on the water.

They didn't know when they had reached the middle of the lake, surrounded by dark water, and couldn't see the shore.It would have been better to have no flowers. According to this distance, Song Chengyi's internal strength would not be able to support him leaving the water.

And Song Chengyi has never been able to swim, so it is impossible to swim away.In fact, even if he knew water, he would not allow himself to escape in such embarrassment.

Song Chengyi's complexion completely sank when Wuhua left, and he already guessed what Wuhua was going to do with the excuse of picking up the tea set.

It is precisely because of the thought that I laughed in my heart. Before, I had the naive idea of ​​"Maybe Wuhua in this world really won't kill people".

Song Chengyi had no intention of interfering with the plot from the beginning.So although he was a little disappointed that Wuhua still wanted to kill someone, he didn't think much about chasing him to stop him.

It is a completely different approach for a plot character to change himself and for him to intervene to change the plot.

The way of heaven in the dark will not allow him to do such a thing.

So Song Chengyi just slightly changed his sitting posture, sat on the boat in an extremely lazy posture, and tried to push the flat boat with his internal force without sincerity.As he expected, every time his internal force would be counteracted by another internal force that came from nowhere, even if the boat was forced to move a little towards the shore, it would be quickly pushed back to the center of the lake by another force.

In the end, Song Chengyi could only use his fingers to slightly undulate the water surface, or play the guqin like cotton in the past.

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