Chapter 254 Magic Flute and Blood Piano

Ye Qingyu couldn't wake Qingyi up at this time, so she had to get up and take a shower herself.

Qingyi didn't wake up until noon. He originally wanted to pretend to be asleep to avoid Xiaoye's anger, but he actually fell asleep.

After he got up, he quickly took a shower and changed his clothes. He reeked of alcohol, and Xiao Ye must have been disgusted by him.

After Qing Yi finished packing, he went to the front hall to look for Ye Qingyu. When he arrived, he found that everyone was there.

"Are you all here?" Qing Yi saw that his master was also here.

"Master, when did you leave last night? Why did you abandon me?" Qing Yi started to argue as soon as he arrived.

"Hmph! I'll leave you behind? Do you still remember how much you drank?" Mo Qitian snorted coldly. Qing Yi's drinking ability should not be underestimated. He drank half of ten jars of Zui Linglong by himself.

"Not much, right?" Qing Yi stole a glance at Ye Qingyu, not daring to dwell on it any longer. He vaguely remembered what happened last night, and couldn't help but wonder if he had irritated Xiao Ye, as he didn't even seem to glance at him.

"Qingyi, you play the magic flute, and Qingyu, you play the blood piano." Mo Qitian ordered.

"Play the flute?" Qing Yi was stunned.

"Just play any song as long as you can make some sound." Mo Qitian certainly knew that his apprentice's skills in music, chess, calligraphy and painting were mediocre, so he didn't have too many requirements. The magic flute was poisonous, so only Qing Yi could touch it, otherwise it wouldn't be his turn.

"I've never done that before!" Qing Yi had no confidence at all.

"Just play it casually as long as there is music. Don't worry about other things." Mo Qitian looked at his beloved apprentice. He really should have taught him some talents in this area.

"Oh." Qing Yi responded. He picked up the magic flute, looked at it, and said, "Wait, someone, bring me a basin of clean water."

"Huh? Why do you need clean water?" Everyone was puzzled.

"Hehe, this magic flute was used by Li Wuxie. Let me wash it first." Qing Yi was quite disgusted.

"..." No one said anything. This kid had a lot on his plate. After the maid brought a basin of water, Qing Yi put the magic flute in the water and washed it once before he was satisfied. He then wiped the water stains with a handkerchief.

"Alright." Qing Yi was finally satisfied. He put the magic flute to his lips and took a deep breath. "Hey...why is there no sound?"

"..." Everyone saw that Qing Yi really couldn't play the flute. Let alone a tune, he probably couldn't even produce a single note.

"Qingyi, hold it like this, with your fingers like this..." Ye Qingyu couldn't bear to watch it anymore and stepped forward to give instructions.

"Oh, Xiaoye, be careful, don't bump into him." Qingyi was very close to Ye Qingyu, and of course, he was also trying to please her.

"Hurry up, everyone is waiting." Ye Qingyu urged.

However, Qing Yi really has no talent in this area. After being taught several times, he can only play out a few notes at a time, not to mention the rhythm and melody. It is so bad that everyone else wants to leave.

"No, no, I don't want to learn anymore." Qing Yi also felt that his playing was not good enough, so why make things difficult for others?

"There is a secret in the combination of the Blood Harp and the Magic Flute, Qingyi. I don't have to make you learn to play the flute, but only you can hold this magic flute without being poisoned." Ye Qingyu said. His patience has reached its limit. No matter how he teaches this kid, he just can't learn it.

"But..." Qing Yi couldn't escape even if he wanted to, as a group of people were staring at him.

"Qing Yi, you must learn it within an hour." Mo Qitian said. He was Qing Yi's master, so he naturally understood the boy's temperament and character. He would study hard on things that interested him, but would find various ways to avoid things that he was not interested in. This was also the reason why Mo Qitian didn't teach him anything except martial arts. He was too lazy to care!

"Master...aren't you making things difficult for me?" Qing Yi grumbled dissatisfiedly.

"Come on, let's go eat first. Let him practice on his own. If he doesn't learn after an hour, it's the same old rule!" Mo Qitian threatened. No one knew what this old rule was, but seeing Qing Yi's gloomy expression, they guessed it was some kind of punishment. But no one felt any sympathy for the boy at this moment. The few notes he'd just played were so unpleasant that they all wanted to stay away.

"Xiao Ye, don't go. You have to teach me." Qing Yi stepped forward to pull Ye Qingyu.

"I can't teach you, you'd better ask someone else." Ye Qingyu dodged away, and his voice still echoed in Qingyi's ears.

"You're going too far! It's just a flute, isn't it? What's so difficult about that?" Qing Yi was helpless and had to follow Xiao Ye's instructions. The sound was still a few broken noises. Finally, he got annoyed and threw the magic flute onto the table. As luck would have it, it landed on the blood harp on the table. With a few "dong dong" sounds, all the strings broke.

Qing Yi's heart trembled. The string of the zither broke! It's over. I'm in trouble again!

"What should I do? I haven't learned how to play the flute yet, and I even broke the blood harp." Qing Yi thought quickly, wondering how to avoid being punished by his master and blamed by Xiao Ye?

Qing Yi picked up the blood-stained harp and tried to see if the strings could be reconnected. He tugged at the broken strings, but they were extremely sharp and cut his fingers. Qing Yi quickly put them down.

Suddenly, the strings stained with his blood stretched out automatically, getting longer and longer. Qing Yi quickly dodged and picked up the magic flute on the table, but saw the strings chasing him. Wherever he hid, the strings followed him as if they had eyes.

"Ouch, what's going on?" Qing Yi didn't have his sword with him, and the original seven strings now surrounded him like a dense net. Qing Yi couldn't dodge in time and was tripped by a string. The other strings instantly tied him tightly. When he wanted to struggle again, he found that the strings were like sharp knives that cut through his clothes and pierced his skin. He didn't dare to struggle at this time.

I had no choice but to call out loudly: "Master, help!"

The maids in the palace were all waiting outside. They had heard the "dong dong dong" sound from inside a long time ago, but they did not dare to enter without being told. Only when they heard Qing Yi calling them did they come in and find that it was Master Qing Yi who was calling them.

"Go call my master! Quick!" Qing Yi felt that the strings seemed to be about to split his body apart.

"Ah ah..." The maid couldn't even speak and ran out quickly.

"Your Highness, Master Mo, hurry up, help!" The maid ran and shouted, and bumped into a servant who was serving dishes. There was a "crackling" sound, and the plates broke into pieces all over the floor.

The maid was also knocked to the ground. Not long after Prince Shi and others sat down and were discussing the treasure hunt, they heard a panicked noise outside.

"What's the matter?" asked the King of Buddhism in a stern voice.

The maid limped in and stammered, "Your Highness, Master Qingyi... He's crying for help! Master, help!"

"Huh?" The first reaction of the people present was that Qing Yi was cheating.

"He seems to be tied up and can't move!" the maid said hurriedly. Before she finished speaking, the people in front of her suddenly disappeared.

Mo Qitian was the fastest and he was the first to arrive at the front hall. He saw Qing Yi standing there upright and seemed to be fine, but upon closer inspection, he saw bloodstains under Qing Yi's feet.