Chapter 731: Mythical rhythm

Ning Xuemo fetched water himself, and was ready to take a bath to clean it up.
Although she always did things fast, but because it was too shy this time, she washed it twice before she completely washed away the dirt on her body.
It was half an hour after she had taken care of everything.
The sound of the flute was long and non-stop.
Ning Xuemo took a photo, which is not bad. Although her eyes are still a little red, fortunately, she can see people, 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 lead Feng there ...
I wish I ran there without disturbing his Yaxing.
...
Ning Xuemo expected it well, and Emperor Zun was indeed in Baita.
He sat lazily on top of it, and his eyes were scattered like curtains.
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
Against the sea of ​​clouds behind him, this scene is as beautiful as the light ink landscape in the fairy's pen, which makes it almost impossible to look away at a glance.
He looked at it, this time attracted more beasts and birds.
Not only on the bamboo shoots, but also on the peaks, even in the air above his head, there were also several long-tailed colorful birds 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.
The cold wind blew here, but listening to his flute sounded like bathing in the spring breeze, almost wanting to meditate on the spot.
The sound of the flute stopped at last. Emperor Zun looked down at her with no emotion in his eyes. The first sentence he said was: "How is the cultivation?"
Ning Xuemo also remembered the mission he ran over and saluted him: "Thanks to 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 had broken through two levels in succession, now she is level seven!
This upgrade speed is almost mythical, but not enough!
The newest disciple here is also the lowest level, she needs to break three levels to catch up with the lowest level ...
Such a gap is simply desperate. Fortunately, Ning Xuemo has the spirit of hard work and unsuccessfulness. In her dictionary, there is no such thing!
She will continue to practice after returning ... Maybe in five days, she will be able to reach the first level ...
"Hurry up but not up." Emperor Zun's gaze fell on her: "Have you heard of this sentence?"
Ning Xue Mo paused, she had heard this sentence naturally, 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 knew that Di Zun said this for her goodness, and thank you sincerely.
Emperor Zun held her jade flute tightly. She saw her face and said nothing but thank you.
"Come here!" Emperor Zun looked down at her and said again.
Ning Xuemo looked up at the white pagoda. The white tower was about seven stories high, occupying the entire mountain peak across the sky. It was volleyed on all sides, and only a thick little iron chain was connected ...
The mountain wind here is not small, and the thin chain swing swings constantly. The sea of ​​clouds under the White Pagoda is transpiration, and it is impossible to see what scenery is under the sea of ​​clouds.