After a night of quiet cultivation, his previous injuries had been completely healed by his powerful demonic body. His demonic essence, essence, qi, and spirit had all been restored to their peak state. He got off the bed, tidied up his appearance, and walked towards the door at a leisurely pace. However, he was secretly surprised. He didn't expect that the person sent by the Qin Clan to teach him would be Kotomi.
"Creak!"
The tightly shut bamboo door opened with a soft sound. Sakra walked out of the bamboo house and looked outside. A beautiful figure was standing in the bamboo forest. She was wearing a plain white female dress which was especially matching. The elegant temperament on her body was as if it was made by heaven. There was a layer of white veil covering her face, making it impossible to see her face. However, from other parts of her body, it could be seen that her appearance was definitely not ordinary.
"So it was Miss Kotomi. I didn't expect that you would be the one to teach me the zither. If there is any neglect, please don't blame me." Di Shitian looked at Kotomi with clear eyes. He wasn't like ordinary cultivators who would flatter and fawn over her. He didn't ask for help. He learned the zither using treasures in exchange for opportunities. They were only trading and didn't ask for anything. They didn't owe each other anything. Even when facing Kotomi, he didn't feel any psychological burden. In terms of beauty, Bai Hu in the Myriad Demon Valley was a cut above her.
Therefore, he was able to treat her with a kind of calmness that ordinary people didn't have.
This kind of special treatment caused Kotomi's eyes to flash with a strange light. She softly said, "The morning of the day is the most peaceful. Everything is awakened and the sun has just risen. It is the best time to learn the zither. My Qin Clan received your gift, so we naturally have to be responsible for teaching you. In this generation of the Qin Clan, Kotomi just so happens to be learning the zither. Therefore, I volunteered to teach Brother Di the zither. You … don't tell me you don't welcome me? "Her eyes blinked as if they could speak.
"Of course not. It is my blessing that Miss Qin can teach me in person. There is no reason for me not to welcome you." Di Shitian nodded. A light flashed in his hand, and a dark purple seven-stringed zither appeared. This zither was obtained in the zither realm. Although it was still a prototype, it was definitely not a problem to play it.
The Seven Sins Demonic Zither was his life-bound instrument. It was of the highest grade, comparable to a magic treasure. As the saying goes, one shouldn't show one's wealth. If he took it out, it was hard to guarantee that no one wouldn't discover its peculiarity... Therefore, Di Shitian didn't take out the Seven Sins Demonic Zither, but an ordinary zither.
Qinxin glanced at the guqin he took out and smiled. She nodded and said, "If that's the case, we don't need to be so polite. We still need to spend a lot of time together in the future. It's too cold to call you like this. In the future, I will call you big brother Di and you can call me little sister Qinxin."
"Alright!"
There was no need to pay too much attention to these small details. Di Shitian already knew that if he wanted to learn the zither, he naturally couldn't do it in the house. Therefore, a small bamboo pavilion was built in front of the bamboo building. It was just the right place to teach the zither. The two entered the pavilion and sat down. Kotomi's zither was also placed on the table. It was a seven-stringed zither made of sycamore wood. Looking at its quality, it was also a supreme grade instrument.
It was extraordinary. Kotomi took out the zither. It seemed that she didn't intend to teach the zither at the beginning. Instead, she opened her beautiful eyes and fell on Di Shitian. Her red lips slightly opened, and she said, "The zither is a musical instrument. There are many kinds of musical instruments, such as flutes, flutes, pipa, erhu, and so on. Only the zither is the most well-known in the world. In the ancient books, there are words' zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, and painting '. The zither is ranked at the top and is regarded as the most cultivated of the six arts. Kotomi saw that Big Brother Di was actually willing to give up ten embryos that could be said to be rare treasures in the cultivation world just to learn the zither in the secular world. I'm quite curious, so I dare to ask Big Brother Di a question. In Big Brother Di's heart, what is the zither? "
After saying that, a pair of clear eyes quietly looked at Di Shitian.
Speaking of the zither, in his previous life, it could be said that it was the most precious treasure of China since ancient times. In ancient history, the zither had never disappeared. It was almost a button that ran through countless thoughts.
Di Shitian's eyes flashed with an inexplicable look. There was a faint trace of nostalgia, but also seemed to have fallen into a kind of reverie. After a long time, he met Kotomi's gaze without dodging and said in a deep voice, "The zither is the heart of the heart!"
Di Shitian had once read a record in his previous life, which left a deep impression on him. The evaluation of the zither was extremely high.
It said: The zither has witnessed the rise and fall of the Chinese nation. It reflects the serene and quiet, free and easy thoughts of the descendants of China. The ideals of Ancestor Gude were often expressed through the zither. Fuxi, Shennong, the Yellow Emperor, Yu Shun, and the others all had legends of creating zithers. Moreover, it was very widespread in the zither world. Confucius, Zhuangzi, and the others were also zither masters. The ideal realm in their minds was vividly expressed in the ancient zither culture.
During the Spring and Autumn Warring States Period, it could be said that there were a hundred schools of thought contending. It was the most intense era of all kinds of thoughts in China. The main activities on the ideological stage were Daoism, Confucianism, Mohism, Legalism, School of Thought, School of Thought, School of Thought, School of Thought, School of Thought, School of Thought, School of Thought, School of Thought, School of Thought, School of Thought, School of Thought, School of Thought, and School of Thought. There were differences between each family's doctrines, but the thoughts of the Nine Great Clans had always coexisted in the minds of China's people, becoming a major feature of China's culture. This was because the people of China knew the commonality of all kinds of thoughts: free and easy, and the world was peaceful. The expression of one's inner voice was the strength of the zither. Even though the various clans all had different ideas, they all had a special fondness for the zither. The zither was the embodiment of the essence of the various schools of thought. It was the sound of tranquility, serenity, and carefreeness from the depths of the human heart. That was why people said that the guqin was the representative of Huaxia culture.
The sound of the guqin was the inner voice.
Even though Di Shitian had not experienced such an era, he could imagine the supreme realm of the guqin. The guqin could be said to be the first musical instrument in the world.
That was why when he saw the divine song in the ancient scroll, he did not hesitate to shape his Natal Demon Artifact into a guqin. The guqin was the inner voice, and his heart was the sound of the guqin.
"Big Brother Di is indeed a person who loves the guqin. The sound of the guqin is the inner voice. Well said. "
Kotomi's eyes lit up. The Purple Gold Continent was not the same as China. However, the guqin was the first musical instrument, and it was the first musical instrument that appeared. Di Shitian's words had undoubtedly revealed the true meaning of the guqin.
"I'm just a person who doesn't know anything about music. What I said was just some superficial understanding." Di Shitian's expression was indifferent. He had no intention of claiming credit.
One morning, Qinxin didn't immediately teach the guqin. She only talked about the history of the guqin, its allusion, and some music theory matters. After all, Di Shi Tian was only a beginner. It could be said that he didn't know anything. Everything needed to be learned from the beginning. Learning the temperament, learning how to read the guqin score, reading the music score, what each string on the guqin represented, whether the sound produced was high or low, and what the rhythm was. And so on.
What she taught was only the theory. She did not say anything about the technique. It was not that she did not want to teach him, but that he had to follow the order step by step. Little by little, he understood the essentials. It was like a child learning how to walk. Learning music theory and the basics first was like walking step by step. If he suddenly learned the technique, it was undoubtedly like learning how to run without even knowing how to walk. It would be strange if he did not fall. What was even more frightening was that he would not even be able to distinguish what was being said.
With Di Shitian's willpower, he naturally understood this principle. Therefore, he was not in a hurry at all. Anyway, he had plenty of time in the valley. His plan was to use one to two years to learn the guqin. Therefore, there was no need to worry about time at all. With his brain, he could naturally clearly understand and absorb these basics.
Turn them into his own things. He really knew how to, he really understood.
One taught seriously, the other learned seriously.
Time passed quietly without them noticing. Kotomi only taught for two to four hours in the morning every day. The rest of the time, she let Di Shitian do other things by himself.
In any case, Di Shitian had finally taken the first step on the path of learning the guqin.
In a mansion in the imperial capital, Hua Wenwu was staying in the study with a girl. Hua Wenwu's face was full of excitement. He seemed to be unable to control himself and kept pacing back and forth in the study.
He couldn't help but exclaim, "That's great! Mr. Di is indeed Mr. Di. He just agreed to help during the day, and at night, he destroyed the Hall of Consecrators with his own hands. The six consecrators all died without a trace. Hua Qing, oh Hua Qing, my 'good' brother. The Hall of Offerings is gone. I'll see what tricks you can play. If you want to fight for the throne, I'll break your claws. "
His eyes were shining. He seemed to be unable to suppress his excitement. On his face, there was a kind of high-spirited momentum. There was a faint sense of sharpness.
The news of the destruction of the Hall of Offerings in the imperial capital had already reached his ears early in the morning. At that time, the first thought that came to his mind was that Mr. Di had done it. He had a more straightforward understanding of Di Shitian's strength in his heart. Thinking of the devil-like figure, he had a kind of awe.
As for Di Shitian's request for a totem, he did not dare to have the slightest objection. He only thought that as soon as he ascended the throne, he would do a good job and firmly hold on to Mr. Di's thigh.
"Wen Wu, exactly where did you find this Mister Di? The Consecration Hall is actually so weak in his hands." The girl was full of surprise. After knowing that it was her brother who hired someone to do it, she had not stopped being surprised in her heart. In the past, she had heard from Hua Wenwu that there was a way to deal with the Hall of Offerings, but she did not expect that this method would be so direct and so domineering.
Vaguely, she was curious about Mr. Di, who was standing behind her brother.
"Royal Sister, it's not convenient for me to say more about Mr. Di. You only need to know that he is an extraordinary person. You must not offend him." Hua Wenwu took a deep breath, and his face became calm. He said, "Father's health has been getting worse recently. I've asked the imperial physician. I'm afraid that he can't hold on for more than a few months. My 'good' brother, without the Hall of Offerings, has no capital to compete with me. If nothing unexpected happens, the throne will be mine. However, to prevent any movements from the other two countries when Father dies, I'll have to ask you to mobilize your 'Sky Phoenix Army' to the border. Just in case. " If you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com. There are more chapters. Support the author. Support the original reading!
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