Chapter 300 It's impossible to use sound attacks on her.
Yu Yan looked at him and blinked innocently.
"I've never studied music, how would I know?"
Zheng—
Pei Yan glanced at her, but didn't reply. He then picked up the strings of the zither again.
"It sounds awful," Yu Yan said with a smile.
Pei Yan: "Mm."
Zheng—
"It sounds awful."
Zheng—
"It doesn't sound good."
...
"Yu Yan, have you noticed your own problem?"
Pei Yan sat in front of the zither, looked up at her, and had a solemn expression on his face.
"What's the problem?" she asked hesitantly.
“You always praised me for the pieces I played before.”
Pei Yan lowered his eyes to avoid her gaze, and his ears inevitably turned slightly red as he spoke of these things.
"So you were lying to me all along?"
When Pei Yan considered this possibility, a complex mix of emotions welled up inside him.
“I never lie,” Yu Yan said, turning her head to the side.
"You mean, the piece you just played, you've played in front of me before?"
The woman frowned slightly, and seeing Pei Yan nod, she fell into deep thought.
"Of course, except for the first one."
Pei Yan stood up and walked towards her, adding as he spoke.
"The last piece is a universally acknowledged divine piece in the cultivation world. Although my current zither skills are not quite at their peak, they are still above the average level in the cultivation world."
Pei Yan sat down on the soft couch opposite Yu Yan.
He gently gathered his sleeves, picked up the teacup, and swirled it around.
"But to your ears, it sounds unpleasant."
In reality, Pei Yan was being modest. There are very few sound cultivators in the cultivation world, and his level is already unmatched in this realm.
If we're talking about aesthetic differences, one or two pieces of music might be acceptable, but she repeatedly rejects popular songs...
“Yu Yan, you don’t seem to be tone-deaf.”
Pei Yan's expression was complicated. "You weren't like this before."
She praised not only him, but also others.
But today, after praising the old Taoist priest, she changed.
Yu Yan took a sip of tea as if to cover up her embarrassment.
"I'm not lying, it just made me uncomfortable. What makes me uncomfortable is that it's unpleasant to hear."
She muttered to herself.
Pei Yan's piece of music was almost always rejected by her as soon as the first two notes came out.
Yu Yan had already noticed something was wrong.
The skill of sound editing lies in sonic attacks.
Pei Yan would never use sonic attacks on her.
But these ordinary sounds all had a negative impact on her mood.
When did it start?
It was probably just now, after listening to the old man play the piano.
Yu Yan's expression darkened.
——
"Big brother, big brother, what should we do? My little sister heard me playing the piano!"
In the forest outside Qianhu City, a tall, handsome man in white robes paced anxiously back and forth.
The withered leaves under his feet crunched under his feet.
The projection opposite was completely black, with only a vague human figure outline visible.
"Okay, remember to accept your punishment when you get back."
Aww!
Yu Xuan immediately felt a tightness in his back. He wanted to burst into tears, but since they were in public, he had to maintain his image.
"Brother, this isn't about punishment. You know, if my little sister hears my music, she will..."
"It's alright, no one in the cultivation world can hurt her yet."
The man's tone was clearly one of doting affection.
As if realizing something belatedly, Yu Xuan punched the thick tree beside him. "Oh right."
"Okay, don't stay out too long. Remember to accept your punishment when you get back."
The man repeated the process of receiving the punishment.
The projection gradually faded away.
Yu Xuan was shocked. His older brother was still the same older brother. He shouldn't have impulsively sought him out.
He managed to sneak away with great difficulty.
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