Yao Mengji wanted to slap himself twice.

Who is Master Li? He is a transcendent being. His words are the truth!

The Millennium Mysterious Ice can only be as arrogant as himself. In front of Master Li, it is naturally as humble as it can be.

It is a great honor for it to be favored by Master Li. How can it still be one drop every ten years? Don't want to mix it?

Qin Manyun was so shocked that she didn't know what to do. She just wanted to stand aside and be an air person.

Li Nianfan smiled and said, "No merit, no reward. I can't take your things for free. Tell me, what do you want?"

Qin Manyun knew Luo Shiyu, so this old man probably knew Luo Huang and Bai Wuchen. As people in the same cultural circle, he must have been eager to hear some of his stories, so he came here to make friends with literature.

Such enthusiasm obviously also has something to ask for.

The pursuits of cultural people are nothing more than seeking calligraphy or painting, or playing chess and drinking tea, etc.

Although Li Nianfan is a novice, he is still not weak when it comes to culture. After all, he has been trained by the system for five years.

It is rare to meet such a group of friendly cultivators. If you can build a good relationship with them through cultural exchanges, then your safety in the cultivation world will be greatly improved.

I just don’t know if these people are considered big guys in the cultivation world. It would be even better if I could hold a thigh.

Whether it is the magical herbs and herbs in the yard, or the previous incident of cultivators flying all over the sky, if it weren’t for the close relationship between me and the cultivators, how could these things be solved so easily?

It’s nice to take shelter under the big tree.

Li Nianfan was so polite that Yao Mengji was not happy at all. Instead, his heart skipped a beat. He felt his scalp tingling and the hairs on his body stood up. He was extremely nervous.

A test!

It was definitely a test!

How should I answer the master's question?

If I said it was a free gift, the master would definitely not believe it, which would make me seem insincere. If I really made a request, how would the master view me? Moreover, what could I ask for? How could the master's things be so easy to take?

The balance between the two was really too difficult to grasp!

If I gave a bad answer and displeased the master, I would definitely be in trouble!

In just a few seconds, he felt it was longer than a century, and a drop of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

As expected of a master, it's so scary. Just one sentence implies countless profound meanings. I have practiced for thousands of years, but I don't know how to answer.

In the end, he could only bite the bullet and said, "I... I want to ask Master Li to give me some pointers."

Li Nianfan shook his head. The old man was ambiguous and too polite.

Maybe this is a common problem among intellectuals.

"You want me to teach you how to play the guqin?" Li Nianfan said directly.

From the moment he entered the door, he noticed that Yao Mengji was staring at the guqin in his yard. When he spoke, his eyes would occasionally steal glances at the guqin. With that cautious look, even a fool could see that he had a special feeling for the guqin. He was probably a guqin enthusiast.

Yao Mengji was overjoyed and said quickly, "Yes, that's right!"

As expected of Master Li, he must have seen that I was on the path of playing the qin. If he could give me some pointers, it would be a great blessing.

Li Nianfan said, "It's not about guidance, but we can communicate with each other."

"Then Master Li, shall we play together, or..." Yao Mengji asked weakly.

"No." Li Nianfan shook his head and refused without even thinking. He was just a mortal, how could he have the courage to play with immortal cultivators? Did he think he had a long life?

These immortal cultivators moved mountains and filled the sea. If spiritual power gushed out when they played the qin, who would he go to cry to if he got hurt?

"Why don't you play first, and I'll just listen." Li Nianfan pointed to the guqin and said, "My guqin is right there, do you want to try it?"

Yao Mengji shuddered, his face flushed, and his breathing suddenly became rapid, as if he had heard something incredible.

He couldn't believe it and said, "Mr. Li, can I really play your guqin?"

"It's just a guqin, why can't I?" Li Nianfan found it quite funny, the old man's reaction was simply amazing.

Huh, huh -

Yao Mengji quickly controlled his breathing and said to himself, "Be calm, be calm, and don't be so surprised in front of Mr. Li."

His eyes were fixed on the guqin, and he walked towards it step by step, like a pilgrim.

This is a fairy instrument!

No! It should be said that it is above a fairy instrument!

I can actually play this kind of divine instrument?

He felt like he was dreaming, his mind was blank, and tears were already in his eyes. Being able to take a look   at such a guqin is

enough for me in this life. If I could play a song with it, I would not change it even if I became an immortal! Mr. Li is indeed a peerless master. He is willing to let a sloppy person like me play this guqin. This is enough for me in my lifetime!   Yao Mengji sat in front of the guqin and stretched out his hand tremblingly, as if he wanted to touch his lover, but he was afraid that his hands would dirty his lover's clothes, so he hesitated. At   this moment, he felt like he was dying for his confidant.   Being able to become Mr. Li's chess piece is the proudest thing in my life!   He said softly and respectfully to the zither in front of him, "I'm sorry."   Then he placed his hands on the zither.   The immortal instrument has a spirit.   Yao Mengji knew in his heart that if it weren't for Master Li's will, the zither would have blown him away long ago.   He quickly gathered his mind, and his old eyes shone with an unprecedented spirit. This was a chance given to him by Master Li, but... it was also a test.

Living with a master is like living with a tiger.

If I can play well, it's fine, but if I can't play well and I desecrate the guqin, then my future may be narrow.

He took a deep breath and held it in his chest.

Ten seconds later, he let it out.

He stroked the guqin with both hands, and the set of movements was very smooth.

"Dang——"

The melodious sound of the guqin came out slowly, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, and in the void, waves of ripples followed and rippled out, drifting far away.

Between heaven and earth, a breeze suddenly appeared, blowing Yao Mengji's white beard and white hair, making him look like a wise man with immortal style.

Li Nianfan closed his eyes, listening to Yao Mengji's piano music, nodding and shaking his head from time to time.

It seems that this old man really likes piano art and has put a lot of effort in it. Even if this level is put into the system's evaluation, it has reached the level of level eight.

However...

he couldn't help but think of the fear of being dominated by the system.

At that time, he thought that the level of piano playing reached the pinnacle when it reached level ten, but the system told him that level ten was just the beginning.

In the words of the system, this level ten is just laying the foundation. Later, you need to integrate the artistic conception of the song, the surrounding environment, the feelings in your heart, personal emotions and other messy things to pass.

In short... the past is unbearable to look back on.

God knows how I got through that period.