Yao Mengji wanted to slap himself in the face.
What kind of person was Young Master Li? He was an existence that transcended the mortal world and entered the divine world. His words were Dao!
The Millennium Black Ice could only be arrogant with him. In front of Young Master Li, it was as lowly as it could be.
It was a great honor to be chosen by Young Master Li. How could it continue to take a drop every ten years? Did it not want to survive?
Qin Manyun was so shocked that he did not know what to do. He just wanted to stand aside and be invisible.
Li Nianfan smiled and said, "I don't deserve it. I can't take your things for free. Tell me, what do you want?"
Qin Manyun knew Luo Shiyu. This old man probably knew Emperor Luo and Bai Wuchen as well. As someone from the cultural circle, he must have heard about Yao Mengji's story. That was why he came to make friends with Yao Mengji.
Such enthusiasm meant that he had something to ask for.
A cultured person's pursuit was nothing more than calligraphy, painting, chess, tea, etc.
Although Li Nianfan was a Xiao Bai, he was not weak when it came to culture. After all, he had been trained by the System for five years.
It was rare to meet such a group of friendly cultivators. If he could build a good relationship with them through cultural exchange, then his safety in the Immortal Realm would be greatly increased.
He just did not know if these people were big shots in the Immortal Realm. It would be even better if he could ride their coattails.
Whether it was the spiritual herbs in the yard or the flying cultivators, if he did not have a strong relationship with these cultivators, how could these things be solved so easily?
It was so cool under a big tree.
Li Nianfan was so polite. Not only was Yao Mengji not happy, but his heart skipped a beat. He felt his scalp go numb, and his hair stood on end. He was extremely nervous.
A test!
It was definitely a test!
How should he answer the expert's question?
If he said it was for free, the expert would not believe him. It would make him seem insincere. If he really made a request, how would the expert view him? Moreover, what request could he make? How could it be so easy to take the expert's belongings?
It was really too difficult to grasp the propriety of this!
If he gave a bad answer and angered the expert, he would definitely be done for!
A few seconds felt longer than a century. A drop of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
As expected of an expert. Too terrifying. Just a single sentence from him contained countless hidden meanings. I have cultivated for a thousand years, but I actually don't know how to reply.
In the end, he could only brace himself and say, "I … I would like to ask Young Master Li to give … give me some pointers."
Li Nianfan shook his head. This old man's words were ambiguous and too polite.
Perhaps this was the common problem of cultured people.
"You want me to teach you how to play the zither, right?" Li Nianfan asked directly.
From the moment he entered the door, he noticed that Yao Mengji was staring at the guqin in his courtyard. When he spoke, his eyes would occasionally steal glances at the guqin. Even a fool could tell that he had a special feeling for the guqin. He was most likely a guqin enthusiast.
Yao Mengji was overjoyed. He quickly said, "Yes, yes!"
As expected of the Young Master Li. He probably already knew that he was a guqin cultivator. If he could give him some pointers, that would be a great blessing.
Li Nianfan said, "It's not pointers. It's just a mutual exchange."
"Then, Young Master Li, shall we play together, or …" Yao Mengji asked weakly.
"No." Li Nianfan shook his head and rejected without even thinking. He was just a mortal. How could he have the guts to play together with a cultivator? Did he want to die?
This group of cultivators could move mountains and fill seas. If spiritual energy gushed out when they played the guqin, who would he cry to if he got hurt?
"Why don't you play first? I'll listen." Li Nianfan pointed at the guqin and said, "My guqin is over there. Do you want to give it a try?"
Yao Mengji's whole body trembled. His face flushed red and his breathing quickened. It was as if he had heard something unbelievable.
He asked in disbelief, "Young Master Li, can I really play your guqin?"
"It's just a guqin. What's wrong with that?" Li Nianfan was amused. This old man's reaction was simply amazing.
Whoosh, whoosh —
Yao Mengji quickly controlled his breathing and said to himself, "Calm down. I have to calm down. I can't act surprised in front of Young Master Li."
His eyes were fixed on the guqin. As if he was on a pilgrimage, he walked towards it step by step.
This was an immortal instrument!
No! It should be above an immortal instrument!
I can actually play such a divine instrument?
He felt like he was dreaming. His mind was blank and tears were already forming in his eyes.
To be able to see such a guqin, he had no regrets in this life. If he could play a song with it, he wouldn't exchange it even if he became an immortal!
Young Master Li was indeed a peerless expert. He was actually willing to let a sloppy person like him play this guqin. This old man's life was worth it!
Yao Mengji sat in front of the guqin and reached out his trembling hand. It was as if he wanted to touch his lover, but he was afraid that he would dirty her clothes. He hesitated.
At this moment, he felt like he would die if he saw someone who understood him.
To be able to become Young Master Li's pawn was the proudest thing in this old man's life!
He said softly to the guqin in front of him respectfully, "Sorry to offend you."
Only then did he place his hands on the guqin.
Immortal instruments had spirits.
Yao Mengji knew that if it wasn't for Young Master Li's decree, the guqin would have sent him flying.
He hurriedly collected his thoughts, and his aged eyes shone with unprecedented vigor. This was the opportunity that Young Master Li had given him, but … wasn't it also a kind of test?
Being with an expert was like being with a tiger.
If he could play it well, it would be fine. But if he couldn't play it well and profaned the guqin, then his future path would be narrow.
He took a deep breath and held it in his chest.
Ten seconds later, he let out a long breath.
His hands suddenly stroked the guqin. His movements were very smooth and fluid.
Clang —
The melodious sound of the guqin spread out. It was sometimes slow and sometimes hurried. In the void, waves of ripples spread out, drifting far and wide.
Gusts of wind suddenly appeared in the world, blowing at Yao Mengji's white beard and hair, making him look like a wise sage with the demeanor of an immortal.
Li Nianfan closed his eyes and listened to Yao Mengji's music. He nodded and shook his head from time to time.
It seemed that this old man really liked the guqin. He had put in a lot of effort. Even in the System's evaluation, this level had reached the eighth level.
However …
He couldn't help but recall the fear of being controlled by the System.
At that time, he thought that the tenth level of guqin playing was already the peak. But the System told him that the tenth level was only the beginning.
In the System's words, the tenth level was just the foundation. Later on, one still needed to integrate the mood of the song, the surrounding environment, the feelings in one's heart, personal feelings, and other messy things to pass.
In short … the past was unbearable to look back on.
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