A moment later, his fingers gently touched the strings.
The ethereal and elegant sound of the zither rippled outwards like waves on water. The sound was dreamlike and otherworldly, as if it came from the distant sky, carrying a transcendent charm.
Each note is as lively as a sprite, dancing gracefully in the air, inspiring contemplation.
The music is sometimes melodious and gentle, like a babbling brook nourishing the soul; at other times it is passionate and surging, like a turbulent wave crashing against a reef.
Liu Feng's fingers danced nimbly across the strings, as if becoming one with the instrument, creating a captivating melody.
Needless to say, Liu Feng was once again a cut above the rest.
There are three realms of qin (a seven-stringed zither) art: technique, art, and philosophy. Jiu'er's technique has reached the first realm—the harmony between string and finger; while Liu Feng has entered the second realm—the harmony between finger and sound.
Jiu'er was both surprised and admiring: "How is this little Taoist priest so amazing? But he really does play better than me."
Her curiosity and affection for Liu Feng also subtly increased.
Looking at Jiu'er's ever-changing expression, Liu Feng thought: Could it be that this hurt this junior sister's pride, and she'll hide away and cry again in a little while?
So Liu Feng walked up to her, a childlike smile on his face, and said, "Your White Cloud Palm Technique and your zither playing are also very impressive."
Jiu'er's cheeks flushed again, and she lowered her head and murmured, "No way, you're still better."
Sitting in the head seat, the old Taoist Qingfeng looked relieved and finally explained the request for the invitation to True Person Lingsu.
Seeing Liu Feng talking to Jiu'er, Ling Su Zhenren also felt a sense of appreciation for talent and readily agreed.
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