Dog Brother transmigrates into Lin Pingzhi: The Tai Xuan Scripture suppresses all nations

The sudden sound of the little girl's voice delighted Shi Potian, who laughed and said, "Feifei, what are you doing here?"

Shi Potian turned around and saw a girl, about thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in a bright green dress, with her arms crossed and tilting her head to look at him.

The girl had snow-white skin, bright and lively eyes, and her eyes slightly upturned when she smiled. She exuded a mischievous and clever aura. She was the same Fei Fei girl that I had seen at Huiyan Tower.

During the day at Huiyan Tower, Shi Potian took a liking to this little girl. He always felt that she was quirky and clever, a bit like Dingdingdangdang. When he left, she said that they would meet again, but he never expected to meet her here again.

The little girl smiled happily, raised an eyebrow, and said, "I live here, little brother. I didn't expect you to remember my name. I hope I didn't disturb your rendezvous with the pretty lady."

"What do you mean by a secret rendezvous? I haven't seen Miss Wan'er for many days, so of course we have to talk when we suddenly meet."

Shi Potian said casually.

Feifei smiled and asked with a curious look:

"Who is Miss Wan'er? Is she prettier or is Sister Lan prettier?"

"She is the daughter of Master Yue of the Huashan Sect." Shi Potian made no attempt to hide it.

"Oh, it's the sect leader's daughter again. You're quite something, young man, hehe. If Grandma knew, she'd be very unhappy."

Fei Fei teased.

"Grandma, what's your relationship with her? Why is she unhappy?" Shi Potian asked, looking puzzled.

Feifei covered her mouth and smiled mysteriously, saying, "You'll find out someday."

Shi Potian had no choice but to give up, unable to do anything about her.

"You haven't said who's prettier yet, don't change the subject."

The young girl persisted, insisting on getting an answer from him.

"You're beautiful, Feifei. You'll be beautiful when you grow up too," Shi Potian said earnestly.

Feifei giggled, "Little brother, do you mean I don't look good right now? I'm going to be unhappy."

Shi Potian was speechless.

I've never won an argument with a young girl.

Changing the subject, he asked, "Feifei, how come you live here? What's your relationship with Master Liu?"

The little girl, Feifei, smiled and said, "Although I am not Eunuch Liu's daughter, I am like a granddaughter to him, and I often stay here for a while."

"Then you're very familiar with this place. Someone told me that the Golden Basin Washing Hands Ceremony is a den of dragons and tigers, and told me not to come looking for Yu Canghai for revenge."

"It doesn't seem like it. Apart from that old man Tie, no one else has been causing us any trouble."

Shi Potian looked puzzled.

"A den of dragons and tigers?" The little girl's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately became alert.

"This isn't the place to talk. Let's find somewhere else. I also have something to discuss with you."

With that, the little girl took Shi Potian's hand and turned to leave.

Qu Feiyan led him, avoiding the passing martial arts heroes, and walked along the corridor to the depths of the backyard.

Few people come here; it is quiet and elegant. A few green bamboos shelter a small courtyard. Pushing open the door, Shi Potian felt refreshed.

Although he didn't understand, he felt that his master must be no ordinary person.

There was a two-story pavilion in the courtyard. Fei Fei led Shi Potian through the courtyard and straight into the pavilion.

Upon entering the attic, Shi Potian's eyes lit up as he scanned the surroundings.

Inside the room, near the window, was an old-fashioned guqin (a seven-stringed zither), with a xiao (a vertical bamboo flute) leaning against it. The two instruments, placed side by side, were clearly objects that were frequently played.

"These are..." He subconsciously approached and gently stroked the strings.

Ding--

A clear sound penetrates directly into the heart.

Qu Feiyan leaned against the door, smiling as she looked at him: "This is no ordinary musical instrument; it's my grandfather's treasure."

"Your grandfather?"

"Yes, my grandfather was a master of music, and he and Eunuch Liu were close friends. This is where they often studied music."

Qu Feiyan stepped forward, picked up the bamboo flute, and twirled it in her hand:

"My grandfather often says that there are many people in this world who know martial arts, but few who know music, and even fewer who know both. Young man, would you like to give it a try?"

Shi Potian said admiringly, "Your grandfather is amazing. I don't know anything about music, I only know martial arts."

Feifei chuckled, "You're not afraid of Sister Lan's poison, and your martial arts are even better than my grandfather's. That's quite something."

"Your grandfather is quite skilled in martial arts, and he's also good friends with Master Liu. He must be a famous figure in the martial arts world. What's his name?"

"By the way, Feifei, I still don't know your name. Feifei is your nickname, right?"

"My name is Qu Feiyan." Feifei raised her chin, her tone slightly playful.

"I can't tell you my grandfather's name, because I'm afraid it will cause trouble if you find out."

"Qu Feiyan, your name is so beautiful, much more beautiful than Wan'er's," Shi Potian praised sincerely.

Qu Feiyan's name was simple enough that he understood it immediately, and it was indeed a pleasant-sounding name.

Qu Feiyan laughed heartily, feeling quite pleased: "If your Wan'er hears you say that, she'll be unhappy."

"I just said her name wasn't nice, that's why she left in a huff." Shi Potian, who's got so many lice he's not bothered by the itch.

Qu Feiyan completely believed what was said; only Shi Potian could have said such a thing.

"Why can't I say your grandfather's name?" Shi Potian asked, puzzled.

"Little brother, please don't ask anymore. I'm only doing this for your own good." The girl looked troubled.

Shi Potian then stopped asking questions.

As Shi Potian walked around, he saw a book on the table. He couldn't read, so he picked it up and flipped through it. It was full of scribbles, so he just tossed it aside.

"Young man, this is the culmination of my grandfather and Eunuch Liu's hard work, called the 'Swordsman' melody. Would you like to give it a try?"

Shi Potian quickly waved his hand: "I can't read, and I don't know any music, so I can't try it."

"It's okay if you don't understand, just do what you like." Qu Feiyan handed the flute to him.

"My grandfather said that music comes from the heart, not from memorization. With your martial arts skills, how could such a small thing stump you?"

Shi Potian took the xiao (vertical bamboo flute) and felt its smooth, warm texture. Although he didn't know how to play it, he put it to his lips and blew on it casually, producing a long and clean sound.

Qu Feiyan seemed to suddenly remember something and called out, "Little brother, what did you just say? Can't you read?"

Shi Potian gave an awkward smile and said, "I really can't read, I don't recognize a single character."

Qu Feiyan seemed to have heard the most absurd thing in the world: the young head of the prestigious Fuwei Escort Agency, a peerless genius who suddenly appeared in the martial arts world, a magical young man who defeated many masters such as Qingcheng Sect and Tian Boguang, was actually illiterate.

Qu Feiyan patted her little face hard.

"Young man, are you kidding me, or am I dreaming?" she asked, pointing to the four large characters "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer."

"You don't recognize these four characters!"

"You're not dreaming, I really can't read. I don't recognize any of these four characters."

Shi Potian thought for a moment. He couldn't explain the matter of the bastard dog, but Lin Pingzhi was certainly literate, so he could only say:

"I may have been able to read before, but I fell and lost my ability to read. I've also forgotten everything that happened before."

"Then how did you learn your martial arts?" Qu Feiyan, who considered herself extremely intelligent, suddenly felt her brain wasn't working properly.