Poisoning the World: The Secret Service Mysterious Doctor is a Young Beastly Wife Chapter 731: Mythical rhythm

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Ning Xuemo fetched water by himself, ready to take a bath and cleaned up.

Although she has always done things fast, but because this time it is too shy, she washed it twice before she completely washed away the dirt on her body.

It will be half an hour after she has taken care of everything.

The sound of the flute is long and non-stop.

Ning Xuemo took a photo. It was not bad. Although her eyes were a bit red, fortunately, she could see people in this appearance, so she ran out.

She heard it in the courtyard, and the sound of flute still came near the white tower. It seems that Emperor Zun likes to play flute and attract phoenix there ...

I wish I could run over without disturbing his Yaxing.

...

Ning Xuemo expected it well, and Emperor Zun was indeed at Baita.

He sat lazily on top of him, and his head was scattered like a curtain.

He wore a white robe with dark silver lines, and the white jade mask on his face shimmered in the sun.

White tower, white robe, jasper flute

Lined with the sea of ​​clouds behind him, this scene is as beautiful as the light ink landscape in the fairy's pen, which makes people hardly move their eyes at a glance.

He played with his eyes, this time attracting more beasts and birds.

Not only on the bamboo tip, but also on the mountain peak, even in the air above his head, there are several colorful birds with long tails spreading their wings and dancing with the flute.

Ning Xuemo stood on the cliff over here, watching him silent.

On the one hand, it can't be disturbed. On the other hand, his flute sounds warm like spring breeze, which can soothe all restless emotions.

Here is the cold wind, but listening to his flute, it seems like he is bathed in the spring breeze, almost wanting to meditate on the spot.

The sound of flute stopped at last. Emperor Zun looked down at her, and could not see any emotion in his eyes. The first sentence he said was: "How is the cultivation?"

Ning Xuemo also remembered his mission and greeted him: "Thank the Emperor for his gift, Xue Mo has benefited a lot."

When she came, her skill was level five, and in just five days, she has broken through two levels in succession, and is now level seven!

The speed of this upgrade is almost mythical, but not enough!

The newest disciple here is also the lowest level, she needs to break three levels in order to catch up with the lowest level ...

This kind of gap is almost desperate. Fortunately, Ning Xuemo has the spirit of hard work and unsuccessful. In her dictionary, there is no such thing as Gan Juren!

She will continue to practice when she goes back ... Maybe in five days, she will be able to reach the first level ...

"Hurry but not reach." Emperor Zun's gaze fell on her: "Have you heard of this sentence?"

Ning Xuemo paused. She naturally heard this sentence, but ... her sense of urgency was too strong and she could hardly control herself ...

"Xie Dizun's teachings, Xue Mo remembered, will pay attention." Ning Xue Mo also knows that Di Zun said this for her goodness, and thank you sincerely.

Emperor Zun's fingers holding Jasper's flute were slightly tight. When she saw her face, she wouldn't say anything other than thank you?

"Come here!" Emperor Zun looked down at her and spoke again.

Ning Xuemo looked up at the White Pagoda, which was about seven stories high, occupying the entire mountain peak across the sky, and it was volcanic on all sides, only a small iron chain connected by a little finger ...

The mountain breeze is not small here, and the thin chain swing swings constantly. The sea under the white tower is transpiration, and it is impossible to see what the scenery is under the sea.