"I'm going to Luoyang with Master Mustard."

The next morning, outside the Sumeru Zen Temple, the Mustard Monk sat in the carriage specially sent by the Heluo Gang to pick it up, while Qingqing was outside the carriage and spoke to Xiao Tie.

She said to Xiao Tie:

"You are on the side of the piano platform and you must be careful.

The senior brother said that he would rush back to Suzhou as fast as half a month, and he would rush back to Suzhou as slow as one month.

You and Zhang Lan just need to wait for him to come back.

In the Qintai, there are also helping the Mo family masters and the Nirvana monk sent by Master Mustard. If something really happens, Xiao Tie, don’t keep rushing forward.”

Qingqing said to Xiao Tie worriedly:

"You have to protect yourself, even ignore Zhang Lan. He is very skilled and can always escape."

"Don't worry, Qingqing."

Xiao Tie carried a wide sword box on his back and said to Qingqing with a silly smile:

"Don't worry about me. I took the initiative to tell my elder brother that I want to stay. My martial arts are special and I have to keep fighting to make progress.

I wish those demons of the Demon Sect came over so that I could fight.

Also, Qingqing, if there is something wrong, use the crested eagle to contact us.”

Xiao Tie made a strange whistle, and soon, a black shadow fell from the sky and landed on his shoulder.

This wail-breaking eagle is still as lazy as before, but judging from the blood stains on its hook's mouth, this guy was probably still feasting on it just now.

"Hehe, Xiao Tie, you, a broken wave beast, are very greedy."

Qingqing covered her mouth and smiled.

Her two crested eagles can fly too, and then they will hover over the sky.

Perhaps because of a mother, these crested eagles are intimate and have become familiar with each other in the past few days in the Zen temple.

The four eagles of the three were the leader of Shen Qiu's largest Jinghong Beast.

Shen Qiu's female eagle was already a circle larger than the male eagle. It took a day to knock over the remaining three crested eagles before barely suppressing them.

"Xiao Tie, then I'll leave now."

Qingqing got on the carriage and wanted to leave Suzhou with the Mustard Monk and go to Luoyang. The latter was going to go to White Horse Temple to preach, and happened to be with Qingqing.

This girl learned piano skills from Mustard Monk, and even though she was a disciple of Mustard Monk, the two got along quite well.

"You have to have a good rest."

Qingqing waved to Xiao Tie and said:

"Looking at your dark circles, you can't get out all day."

Xiao Tie touched his dark circles and smirked awkwardly. After Qingqing and Mustard Monk's carriage left the Zen temple, Xiao Tie also took out a strong horse.

He turned over and rushed towards the direction of Luoyueqintai.

In the carriage heading towards the pier outside Suzhou City, the mustard-seed monk wearing monk's robes turned the rosary while listening to Qingqing stroking the strings in the wide carriage.

Although this girl's piano skills are still a bit immature, she already has the style of a big shot.

"Yes, I did take it seriously."

After Qingqing finished playing a song "Yangguan Sandist", the mustard monk opened his eyes and said to Qingqing with a kind face:

"If I continue to work hard like this, my disciple will definitely be a master of piano music."

"Hehe, uncle Mustard praised it."

Qingqing put away the piano and said to the mustard seed monk:

"I was taught well by Uncle Jiaozi. I grew up with Sister Yaoqin since I was a child. I know how difficult it is to practice real Qinyi. I am not as genius as Sister Yaoqin, nor can I be famous all over the world.

This piano skill is just to cultivate one's own character. Uncle Muezi, don't be angry that I said that."

Qingqing sat cross-legged in the carriage, and while starting to adjust her breathing luck, she said to the mustard seed monk:

"I will still go to the world in the future, just like my senior brother."

"What's the best way to go to the world?"

The mustard seed monk chanted the Buddha's name, and with some helpless dissuasion:

"My disciple is a good child from a good family. In the future, it is the right thing to find a good husband, have children, and have a stable life. I have also talked to your senior brother.

This is also your senior brother’s expectation.”

"Senior brother causes trouble everywhere, how can he not help him?"

Qingqing closed her eyes and said:

"I have to work hard to practice martial arts well, and protect my senior brother in the future, just like my senior brother protecting me."

The Mustard Monk knew that it was impossible to dissuade him.

He turned the Buddhist beads, as if thinking, and after a moment, he said to Qingqing:

"My disciple wants to learn martial arts and strengthen his body.

If your disciple doesn’t dislike you, you can teach you some martial arts as a teacher. I believe that it won’t be even worse than your senior brother’s secretly teaching you. These magic sects have martial arts.”

"ah?"

Qingqing suddenly widened her eyes, she looked at the smiling mustard seed monk, she said:

"Uncle Jiaozi, how did you see that my martial arts skills are from the Magic Cult?"

"Haha, I have also experienced your master in the world."

The mustard seed monk chuckled and said:

"You are just a beginner, how can you not see it?

The Phantom Step is indeed suitable for women to practice, and it doesn’t matter, but this fish intestine skill is too killing.”

The lay Buddhist at Nirvana Temple shook his head disapprovingly. He reached out to reveal the Buddhist scriptures in front of him, and while watching, he said:

"A martial arts that are too killing will make people feel distracted and will suddenly hurt people when they encounter problems. Qingqing's disciples must not learn such fierce skills.

There is a secret technique for a master called the "Dragon Binding Age". If your disciple wants to learn it, he will teach you."

Qingqing was a little moved.

She reached out and poked her cheek, thought for a while, and said:

"But Uncle Jizi, don't everyone say that the martial arts of Nirvana Temple are not suitable for girls to practice?

I heard that I can practice so much that my body is covered with muscle bumps.”

Upon hearing this, Mustard Monk turned his head and showed a terrifying smile at Qingqing.

But his eyes were gentle, he said:

"This dragon-binding skill is not the martial arts of Nirvana Temple. You cannot use the unique teachings of Nirvana Temple to you without the abbot's permission.

This skill was obtained by my master when I traveled to the old place of Yanjing several years ago.

Its practice method is unique and most people can't learn it even if they want to learn it. However, as a teacher, my disciple is pure and full of spiritual energy, so he can definitely learn it.

But, disciple, if you want to learn the skills of being a teacher, you have to agree to be a teacher.”

"Uncle Mustard, tell me."

Qingqing looked at the Mustard Monk with great enthusiasm.

The latter sighed and said:

"When you arrive in Luoyang, you will take ten days a month to come to Baima Temple. Your teacher will teach you martial arts and also teach you piano skills. Also, this time it is related to the donor of the Yaoqin girl...

You are not allowed to participate!

I guess your senior brother also told you before leaving, can you agree?"

Qingqing was a little confused.

When Shen Qiu took Sister Yaoqin away first, she specifically reminded her that she would not be allowed to participate in the next thing.

Qingqing also knew that Sister Yaoqin was facing a giant in the Demon Sect like the Holy Fire Sect.

This matter is quite dangerous. The senior brother is to protect her, and the master of the piano, Uncle Jiaozi, does not allow her to participate, and also to protect her.

"Oh well."

Qingqing nodded and said to the Mustard Monk:

"I just don't participate, but if something happens, can I take Sister Yaoqin and Shiyin to Baima Temple to ask Uncle Jizi to protect me?"

"sure."

The mustard seed monk chanted the Buddha's name, and he said:

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. If something really happens, my disciple will come to find the master. If the master can't resist it, the master will still have a master."
To be continued...