Chapter 205: The Useless Disciple
"Hurry up, what are you dawdling for!" The Demon Lord frowned and urged impatiently.
He naively believed that he had already passed on his qin skills to his apprentice, Mo Qitian, and that Mo Qitian would surely pass on this unique skill from generation to generation, just as he had. At this moment, he simply wanted to take this opportunity to show off, to let the world see that the members of their demonic sect also possessed abilities beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Mo Qitian is only in his teens, but he already knows music like the back of his hand. Her sister Mo Ya is also extremely proficient in the art of playing the zither, even better than Mo Qitian.
The Demon Lord blindly assumed that Qing Yi, as a disciple of the Demon Sect, must possess such extraordinary talent. After all, this kid usually seemed quite intelligent and had a lot of cleverness.
But perhaps, as Qing Yi had said, the Demon Lord's memory had deteriorated. He had forgotten how ordinary the music Qing Yi had played in the cave a few months ago, deep in the quiet mountains behind the Western Region Demon Cult.
"Xiao Ye, please save me!" Qing Yi pulled Ye Qingyu's sleeve and begged in a low voice.
"..." Ye Qingyu turned his head slightly, his gaze falling on Qing Yi. Although he didn't want to get involved in the dispute between his disciples, how could he remain indifferent when faced with Qing Yi's request for help?
Helpless, he took a step forward, bowed slightly, and said respectfully, "I have been fascinated by the art of playing the qin since I was young. Today, I have the honor of listening to you play the qin in person. It is truly a great honor. If I can receive your careful guidance, I will definitely benefit from it for the rest of my life. I hope you will be willing to teach me a few things."
Seeing Qing Yi's desperate attempt to refuse, the King of the Northwest couldn't help but wonder, could it be that this kid doesn't even know how to play the zither? However, he also knew how much his son loved the art of zither. If he could receive guidance from a master like the Demon Lord, it would undoubtedly be a great thing.
So, he quickly said, "Senior, Qingyu is indeed extremely fond of guqin. It was he who placed this guqin here. It's a rare visit from you. If you could give him some pointers, it would be an honor for him."
“…” After hearing what Ye Qingyu and the King of the Northwest said, the Demon Lord frowned slightly and thought for a moment.
He naturally didn't want to teach anyone who wasn't a disciple of the Demon Cult. After all, the zither he mastered was completely different from ordinary zither playing. It incorporated his own unique internal energy techniques, a unique and unique skill of the Demon Cult that could never be easily passed on. However, those present were unaware of these secrets, believing them to be the Demon Lord's extraordinary talent.
If Ye Qingyu knew the reason, he would definitely not let the Demon Lord instruct him, so as to avoid being suspected of spying on the Demon Cult's internal skills.
The Demon Lord saw his disciple winking at him and couldn't help but wonder, what does this mean? Oh my, could it be that this kid can't play the zither at all? How is that even possible? Is he pretending to refuse, just to ask me to please the young prince?
The Demon Lord couldn't guess his disciple's true intentions, but then he thought, maybe teaching him some simple zither skills wouldn't hurt. Seeing the intimate things they did on the top of Wangshan Mountain, this young prince shouldn't be considered an outsider.
"Sit over and play for a bit, I'll see how good you are." The Demon Lord finally relented, agreeing. Qing Yi heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing this, finally feeling at ease.
Ye Qingyu didn't act coy and sat down in front of the guqin with confidence. He closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and then lightly touched the strings with his fingers. A melodious and graceful melody slowly flowed out from his fingertips, like a gurgling stream or the song of a yellow oriole, intoxicating.
The song ended, the lingering sound lingering. The Demon Lord nodded slightly, a flicker of approval in his eyes: "Well, not bad, you have some talent."
"Please give me some advice, senior." Ye Qingyu stood up and said respectfully with an extremely humble attitude.
"Well, come to me tomorrow and I will teach you alone." The Demon Lord waved his hand and said cheerfully.
"Thank you, senior." Ye Qingyu quickly bowed to express his gratitude.
"Thank you, Master!" Qing Yi also followed suit.
They chatted for a while. Afterward, the King of the Northwest accompanied the Martial Saint to the front hall. The Demon Lord said he had something to ask Qing Yi and asked him not to leave. Ye Qingyu and Qingfeng went out to do some business.
"Master, what exactly do you want me to do?" Qing Yi asked the Demon Lord with a curious look on his face.
The Demon Lord ignored Qing Yi's question and suddenly changed the subject, asking, "Didn't your master teach you to play the zither?"
"No!" Now that there were no outsiders around, Qing Yi was too lazy to pretend and admitted it frankly.
"Why?" The Demon Lord frowned, his face filled with surprise. Why didn't Mo Qitian teach his disciples about rhythm? You know, rhythm is a very important part of the Demon Cult's mental method.
"I don't know, Master. Please don't let me play the piano in front of outsiders in the future. I'm telling you clearly in advance that I can't do anything! I'm not good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and I haven't read many books. If I embarrass myself and make you unhappy, don't blame me!" Qing Yi said the truth with a look of despair.
"You... don't know anything?" The Demon Lord's heart skipped a beat, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head. This was his adorable and clever disciple?
Although the Demon Lord had always been unruly, he was a man of exceptional talent in his youth. He read widely and mastered the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. His disciple, Mo Qitian, while not as good as him, was still quite capable of music. But who would have thought that his grandson would be completely incapable of inheriting any of his skills?
"Master, are you so surprised? I have practiced martial arts quite well. I have reached the eighth level of the Hundred Demons Art!" Qing Yi raised his head and said proudly.
"Is there anyone among your fellow disciples who is proficient in music?" The Demon Lord still did not give up and asked.
"No, although they are a little bit stronger than me, they are far behind Xiao Ye, not to mention being on par with you, Master!" Qing Yi took the opportunity to compliment the Demon Lord.
"Mo Qitian deliberately didn't teach you?" There was a hint of anger in the Demon Lord's voice, and his brows were twisted into a knot.
"Hey, Master, please don't blame my master. Music, chess, calligraphy and painting are just personal hobbies. Even if my master asked me to learn them, I can't!" Qing Yi waved his hands quickly to defend his master.
"What do you know! The music of our Demon Sect is one of the internal skills. Learning it will be very helpful for breaking through the internal force barrier! I passed it to him without reservation back then, but he didn't teach any disciples. Does he want the skills I worked so hard to create to be lost?" The Demon Lord said loudly with dissatisfaction, his face full of resentment.
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