Peace returned to Little Mountain Peak, along with its daily life of occasional chicken-flying, dog-leaping chaos.
Ouyang lay listlessly in his reclining chair, the loud, piercing wail of a suona ringing in his ears.
From morning till night, Tutu seemed possessed, clutching that wretched suona every day and refusing to let go.
Su Xiaoqi and Mu Yunhai came to tutor Hu Tutu whenever they had time, repeatedly reminding her that, since she had obtained such a precious treasure, she should play a few tunes whenever she was free.
They said this would help her resonate better with the Dao Treasure and reach a state where musician and music became one.
The trouble was, the child was free all day. She took their words to heart and played from morning till night.
Even while eating, she never forgot to blow a couple of notes.
To set the scene, she even demanded that Liang Zai the Dachshund and Bie San the Monkey gather around Handsome Guy the Tibetan Fox and weep every day.
The Tibetan Fox was utterly baffled, growing more unsettled the longer he listened. Every day felt like they were sending him off to his grave.
Whether the Tibetan Fox would be sent off, Ouyang did not know, but he certainly felt he was about to be sent off himself.
Her musical aptitude was clearly as high as ten points, so why did Hu Tutu sound so awful?
Even calling it demonic music assaulting the ears would have been paying Hu Tutu a compliment. Whenever that piercing suona wailed, never mind birds and beasts-not even a mosquito came within a hundred li of Little Mountain Peak.
Its mosquito-repelling effect was quite pronounced. It had practically become a chemical weapon.
Ouyang had tactfully asked Su Xiaoqi and Mu Yunhai whether they