After a day of dual cultivation, Qin Haitian said goodbye to Ling Bingxuan, who was in a good mood, and said he would be back after a while.
This time, Ling Bingxuan didn't feel as sad as the last time she left, because they would see each other again in half a month.
After leaving Xuanbing Palace, it took some time for Qin Haitian to arrive at Qin Sect again.
In the Qin Sect's guest reception hall, Qin Haitian looked at the misty mountains in the distance and asked the Qin Sect's disciples with a smile on his face, "Where is Saint Feiyan now? I want to visit her!"
"The Saint is in the bamboo forest at the back of the mountain. She has said before that if you come, you can go directly to her!" The disciple of Qin Sect smiled politely at Qin Haitian and said, "Do you need me to lead Sect Master Qin there?"
"No need, I can go by myself!" Qin Haitian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, smiled, and then his figure flashed and disappeared on the spot.
Deep in the bamboo forest behind Qinzong Mountain, a clear spring flows, and an ancient pavilion is half hidden among the green bamboos. Li Feiyan, dressed in white, sits alone in the pavilion, gently stroking the strings of the zither with her ten fingers. The melodious sound of the zither is like crying and complaining, as if she is telling her heart that no one understands.
Qin Haitian did not show up rashly, but hid in the dark of the bamboo forest and listened quietly. The Eye of Delusion allowed him to clearly see every subtle movement of Li Feiyan's fingertips and the inextricable worry between her brows.
The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and a string suddenly broke, hitting Li Feiyan's slender finger, leaving a red mark.
"Are you going to go against me too?" Li Feiyan sighed softly, her tone full of loneliness. Only three days had passed, but for some reason, it felt like three years in her heart.
Before, she thought she was devoted to Qin and would not develop any romantic feelings, but her time with Qin Haitian these days made her happy from the bottom of her heart.
"When a string breaks, it is not the fault of the instrument, but the uneasy mind of the player."
Li Feiyan suddenly looked up and saw Qin Haitian standing outside the pavilion, smiling at her. The sunlight shone through the bamboo leaves, casting mottled shadows on him, making him look even more handsome.
"Haitian! Why...why are you here? When did you come?" Li Feiyan stood up hurriedly, and her sleeve knocked over the incense burner on the piano table. Her face was flushed, and she was indescribably excited.
Qin Haitian waved his hand lightly in the air, and the incense burner fell steadily back to its original place, and even the spilled incense ashes returned to their original place.
"I've been here for a while." Qin Haitian chuckled.
Li Feiyan blushed slightly: "I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Sect Master Qin. I haven't practiced this piece of music well yet. That's why..."
"It is said that 'Parting with the Phoenix' was composed by an ancient zither fairy in memory of her deceased wife. The tune is mournful and extremely difficult to control." Qin Haitian walked slowly into the pavilion. "It is rare that Fairy Li can express 70% of the charm of the tune."
Li Feiyan's eyes widened: "You know this too? This is an ancient zither score that I accidentally found?"
Qin Haitian smiled but did not answer. He reached out and gently stroked the broken string. The Hand of the Void was activated, and a golden light flashed at the broken part. The string was restored to its original state, even more crystal clear than before.
"This..." Li Feiyan was so surprised that she was speechless. It is easy to repair a zither, but it is difficult to repair the strings, especially the strings made of thousand-year-old ice silk, which cannot be repaired by ordinary means.
"Give it a try." Qin Haitian made a gesture of invitation.
Li Feiyan plucked the repaired string doubtfully, and the sound was pure and bright, even better than before. She couldn't help but play a few notes, and the whole guqin seemed to be reborn, and the sound quality was improved by more than one level.
"You are amazing!" Li Feiyan praised sincerely, "You even have this magical method of repairing the piano."
"It's just a strange and clever little trick." Qin Haitian chuckled modestly.
Li Feiyan didn't know what to say for a moment. She pursed her lips and couldn't help asking, "Well, 'Separation of the Luan and the Phoenix', can you tell where I played it wrong?"
Qin Haitian chuckled: "It's generally fine, but the modulation in the 17th section is a little stiff. If you can reduce the pressure of the left hand on the string by three points and adjust the angle of the right hand to pluck the string by 15 degrees, the effect will be better."
Li Feiyan played the melody again according to his instructions, and it was indeed much smoother and the tone was more mellow. Her eyes were full of surprise, and he was indeed a great talent in the art of playing the zither that she admired. She had experienced it before, and this time the feeling was even more obvious.
"Can you play for me? Please." Li Feiyan looked at Qin Haitian with anticipation on her face.
"No." Qin Haitian shook his head.
"Ah, why?" Li Feiyan felt a little disappointed.
"Because this piece of music was composed to mourn his deceased wife. I don't like this kind of sadness of separation from life and death, but I have another piece of music that I want to give to you!" Qin Haitian said with a chuckle.
Li Feiyan was a little disappointed at first, but she was relieved after understanding what Qin Haitian meant. However, when she heard that Qin Haitian had a song for her, she suddenly felt curious and expectant: "Another song? What song?"
Qin Haitian smiled but did not answer. He sat in front of the zither and gently brushed the strings with his right hand. In an instant, the bamboo forest was still, the birds stopped flying, and even the sound of the wind froze. A clear and melodious sound flowed out like a spring, not like a mortal song.
Li Feiyan was stunned by what she heard.
The sound of the zither penetrated her soul, as if it could wash away all the dust in the world. She had never thought that someone could play the zither to such a level, not even the leader of the Zither Sect could do it.
It was a long time after the song ended that Li Feiyan came to her senses and found that she had burst into tears without knowing when.
"What's the name of this song?" she asked softly, afraid of disturbing the lingering music.
"'Questioning the Heart'." Qin Haitian looked at Li Feiyan with a distant gaze and affection in his eyes: "What is love in this world? It makes people commit to each other for life and death! If you have love in your heart, why do you want to suppress it?"
Li Feiyan's heart trembled, and she dared not look directly into Qin Haitian's eyes. Qin Haitian was not around these days, and she thought about him day and night, and she had no energy to play the piano.
"I, I..." Li Feiyan stuttered, not daring to look directly into her own heart.
Qin Haitian saw that Li Feiyan was still reserved, and chuckled and said, "I have a suggestion. The zither and the sword have the same origin, why don't we play a piece together? I will use the sword instead of the zither, so you can feel it again."
Li Feiyan's eyes lit up: "A harp and sword performance? This... it seems that no one has ever tried this before!"
"It's interesting because no one has tried it." Qin Haitian chuckled, and pointed his finger like a sword, with a sword energy flickering at his fingertips, "Fei Yan, please start the tune."
Li Feiyan took a deep breath and plucked the strings with her slender fingers. Qin Haitian followed suit, and the sword energy drew a beautiful arc in the air, making a sword sound that matched the sound of the piano. The two completely different sounds intertwined together, but surprisingly harmonious, like a match made in heaven.
As the melody gradually became more and more exciting, Li Feiyan felt that her mind, the zither, the sword, and the man opposite her had a wonderful resonance. She no longer deliberately controlled her fingers, or even her emotions, but let them dance with her heart, and the sound of the zither became more ethereal and detached.
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