Chapter 299 Are you tone-deaf?
The old Taoist priest then looked at Yu Yan.
"Young friend, would you do me the honor of showing your face?"
Yu Yan moved away from the door frame, her arms that had been crossed over her chest falling to her sides.
"Can."
Pei Yan had nothing to say, after all, he was the one at fault, and it was already a pleasant surprise that the other party was unwilling to hold it against him.
Yu Yan felt that the old Taoist priest was paying far too much attention to her.
When the other person cast a slightly focused glance at her for the third time, Yu Yan finally couldn't help but speak.
"Senior, do we know each other?"
She had changed her address for the old Taoist priest from "fellow Taoist" to "senior".
The other party's cultivation level was considered to be half a step into the Tribulation Transcending Realm, and Yu Yan thought he was probably some low-profile rogue cultivator.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have reached such a level of strength and still be nameless and unknown in the cultivation world.
The change in how she addresses people already signifies her alienation.
The old Taoist priest froze, and the wine cup in his hand trembled, spilling a few drops of wine onto the table.
"Why do you think that, young friend? I've never seen you before."
He vehemently denied it, and then downed the wine in his glass in one gulp.
Then she struck up a conversation with Pei Yan.
"Young friend, is your zither perhaps the Fuxi Zither?"
Pei Yan nodded with a smile.
Yu Yan stared inquisitively at the back of the old Taoist's head.
No matter how bold her gaze was, the other person seemed to have no intention of paying her any more attention.
Yu Yan pressed down on the corners of her mouth.
Pei Yan was kept by the old Taoist priest for almost half an hour to discuss the art of playing the zither.
After the other party finally let him go, Yu Yan and Pei Yan came out of the private room one after the other.
"Yu Yan, we...we must go!"
Pei Yan pulled her arm and led her to the room at the end of the corridor.
When Yu Yan turned around, she happened to see the old Taoist priest sticking his head out and winking at her.
The woman immediately turned her head back.
What does he mean?
——
"Check that person's name."
Back in his own territory, Pei Yan sent a message to the shopkeeper.
The other person wasn't discussing musical techniques with him at all; they were clearly torturing him!
Thinking of the zither music that had been stimulating him throughout the day, Pei Yan looked at Yu Yan. If he remembered correctly, she had never shown any aversion to the music.
"Yu Yan, tell me the truth, you don't really think that music is pleasant to listen to, do you?"
Yu Yan nodded, "Yes."
Are you tone-deaf?
Pei Yan immediately asked angrily.
Realizing belatedly that his words sounded like an insult, he quickly explained.
"No, I didn't mean anything by it, I was just curious."
Yu Yan stared intently at him, making Pei Yan's heart leap into his throat.
To everyone's surprise, the other person wasn't angry at all. Instead, they stroked their chin, seemingly deep in thought, and said...
What you said makes sense.
One or two people said she was tone-deaf.
She would seem overly confident if she didn't have even the slightest self-doubt.
"Pei Yan, call a few people up here so I can test them out."
Yu Yan pondered for a moment before speaking.
"What are you testing?" Pei Yan frowned.
Apart from the cleaning staff, no third person has ever been allowed into this private room.
Yu Yan wanted to call someone over? He wouldn't allow it.
Pei Yan hugged the Fuxi Qin tightly.
"I'm enough on my own."
“Alright.” Yu Yan smiled and nodded. “You’ve worked hard over there, Lord Yan. Come on over.” She gestured with her hand.
Zheng—
Pei Yan first imitated the old Taoist's playing technique and played two notes.
It was stopped by Yu Yan as soon as it started.
"It sounds awful!" Her face was full of disgust.
Pei Yan silently placed his hand on the strings, showing his disdain as well.
However, she did not show any disdain for the old Taoist's zither playing just now.
"Do you think there's a difference between mine and that old man's?"
Pei Yan asked.
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