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Chapter 242: Learn to play the piano with Ying Huanhuan and get first place! [Seeking follow-up reading]

Lin Fan smiled and turned around, and saw the girl who had tied her loose black hair into a black ponytail again.

Ying Huanhuan stared at Lin Fan with a smile, and there was a hint of gratitude in her big eyes.

If Lin Fan had not taken action this time, she would have faced Huo Zhen.

In Ying Huanhuan's opinion, even if she tried her best, the chance of winning against Huo Zhen would be fifty-fifty.

Given her personality, if she loses by mistake and damages the reputation of Dao Sect, I wonder how upset she will be.

“I’m doing this for the reputation of Dao Sect,” Lin Fan raised his eyebrows and chuckled.

Ying Huanhuan glanced at him with her big eyes. For some reason, she felt a little dissatisfied with the answer. She snorted and turned away, leaving Lin Fan with a pretty back.

Lin Fan smiled, clasped his fists to the Dao Sect disciples around him, and then left with Mo Ling.

In the next few days, the battle between Lin Fan and Huo Zhen of Hongyadong spread quickly within Dao Sect.

In addition, the words that Lin Fan said to Chen Zhen also spread for some reason.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere in the entire Dao Sect became a little boiling.

Lin Fan didn't care about this, and continued to practice and improve himself step by step, of course he would relax occasionally.

On this day, Lin Fan suddenly had an inspiration and took out the exquisite jade flute from the system space and played a song of sword and dream.

"What song is this? It's quite nice." Lin Fan had just finished playing when a pleasant laugh was heard behind him.

Turning his eyes, Lin Fan saw Ying Huanhuan, who was standing aside, wearing light-colored clothes and standing tall and graceful.

"Swords are like dreams," Lin Fan smiled and said, "Oh, by the way, I suddenly remembered that you haven't fulfilled the bet we made back then?"

Ying Huanhuan, who was about to say something, turned her eyes suddenly when she heard this, and she quietly took a step back.

"It seems that someone is planning to default on his debt," Lin Fan said with a slight smile on his face.

Ying Huanhuan's cheeks flushed, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Who wants to default on their debt? I will settle the debt for you today. Now, what do you want me to do?"

Looking at Ying Huanhuan who had a desperate expression on her face, Lin Fan wanted to laugh but held it back.

His eyes swept over Ying Huanhuan's exquisite body, and he chuckled and said, "I want you to... teach me sonic skills. Well, all the sonic skills you have mastered."

Halfway through his speech, Lin Fan deliberately paused.

Under Lin Fan's unscrupulous glance, Ying Huanhuan's pretty cheeks gradually turned red, especially when she heard the first half of Lin Fan's words, her face became even redder because of embarrassment.

However, after hearing Lin Fan's next words, Ying Huanhuan immediately breathed a sigh of relief, her big eyes smiled, and she said with a big sister look:

"Originally, if you want me to teach you the sonic technique, you need to become my disciple. However, since you are so focused on learning, I will let you do that. Let me make it clear in advance that if you are too stupid to learn, you can't blame me."

"No problem," Lin Fan nodded and said.

Ying Huanhuan glanced at the exquisite jade flute in Lin Fan's hand and said, "You played the piece just now so-so. I think you have some knowledge of music theory. Then I will teach you the piece directly?"

Lin Fan nodded and said, "Okay."

Upon hearing this, Ying Huanhuan said nothing more and sat down next to Lin Fan. She raised her jade hand lightly, and the emerald green zither appeared.

The girl's slender hands, as flawless as mutton-fat jade, gently fell on the strings of the zither, and then, soft sounds, like the sound of nature, came gently.

Many of the techniques that Ying Huanhuan practiced were in the form of sound waves, so her attainments in playing the piano were obviously already perfect.

Lin Fan was enjoying Ying Huanhuan's music. Of course, while listening to the music, Lin Fan also memorized it silently and observed Ying Huanhuan's playing technique.

By the time Ying Huanhuan finished playing it once, Lin Fan had basically mastered it.

"How is it? How much have you learned?" After finishing playing, Ying Huanhuan asked Lin Fan with a smile.

Lin Fan thought for a moment and said, "Well, two points. You have to tell me the song first, and then you should explain the fingering and other aspects of playing it, right? How can you teach someone to play a song just by playing it once?"

"That's because you're stupid," Ying Huanhuan blinked her big eyes and said with a smile.

While saying this, Ying Huanhuan still began to teach Lin Fan carefully.

Suddenly, there was a commotion on the platform below.

Ying Huanhuan frowned slightly and looked in the direction of the commotion. Then, her face suddenly became solemn, and she even felt a little uneasy.

Lin Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, thought of something, and looked in the direction Ying Huanhuan was looking.

There were thousands of figures on the huge platform.

At this moment, all these figures looked in one direction, and each of their eyes was filled with surprise.

Whispering spread rapidly across the platform like a plague.

Where their eyes converged was a stone staircase leading to a platform.

At this moment, on the stone stairs, a figure was walking slowly up.

It was a figure in a gray robe, with long messy hair draped behind him.

And, the most eye-catching thing is the big black sword on his back.

The sword was about ten feet long, and there was a faint and astonishingly sharp wave emanating from the sword.

The eyes under the gray-robed figure's hair showed a kind of emotionless numbness, and those dark eyes made people feel cold.

"Who is he?" Although Lin Fan had some guesses in his mind, he did not show it on his face and asked Ying Huanhuan.

"Wang Yan," Ying Huanhuan bit her lips lightly with her pearly teeth, and her originally clear and pleasant voice became a little low at this moment.

"What's wrong with him?" Lin Fan asked casually, looking in the direction of Wang Yan.

Ying Huanhuan was silent for a while before she said softly, "The last sect competition..."

Next, Ying Huanhuan told Lin Fan the whole story of how Sister Wang Yan was killed by Yuanmen in the sect competition, how Wang Yan cursed Ying Xuanzi, and then left Dao Sect and killed Yuanmen disciples outside.

At the end, Ying Huanhuan said: "Senior Brother Wang Yan came back this time, probably for the palace examination, or the sect competition after the palace examination."

"The first place in the palace examination will obtain the command of the sect's disciples in the sect's grand race. Senior Brother Wang Yan may have come back this time to borrow the power of Dao Sect to take revenge on Yuan Sect in the sect competition."

"Senior Brother Wang Yan has a paranoid and cold personality. If we follow his way, Dao Sect disciples will suffer heavy casualties."

As if she had thought of that ending, Ying Huanhuan's face looked as if she was about to cry.

This was the first time that Lin Fan saw this lively but stubborn girl with such an expression.

"I've got the first place in the palace examination!" Lin Fan patted Ying Huanhuan's shoulder and stared into her eyes seriously.

At the same time, the familiar voice of the system sounded in Lin Fan's mind again.

(End of this chapter)