Dongfang Fuqing handed the wood and strings to Ning Qiushui and explained, "Miss Qiushui, your obsession is too deep."

“As a person who practices the zither, you should understand that if you want the music to have charm, you must first cultivate your mind and seek a state of mind that is at ease.”

Ning Qiu Shui became more and more confused. She had been practicing Taoism for thousands of years and had always been free and unrestrained. How could she be obsessed with anything?

After thinking for a while, Ning Qiu Shui's mind suddenly appeared Jiang Zhige's face.

Her expression froze for a moment, and she suddenly realized that she was obsessed with Jiang Zhige.

Back when he was in Tianyun Pavilion, a song of Yuanyangsan made Ning Qiu Shui unable to get the love he wanted, and he left sadly.

After thousands of years of ups and downs, she never forgot Jiang Zhige, and there was no room for other men in her heart.

Now that she is with Jiang Zhige, Ning Qiu Shui only has Jiang Zhige in her heart.

She sought advice from Dongfang Fuqing, all she thought about was how to follow in Jiang Zhige's footsteps and stay by Jiang Zhige's side forever. Every melody seemed to be played just for him.

With this kind of obsession, Ning Qiu Shui naturally could not get Dongfang Fuqing's way.

Thinking of this, Ning Qiu Shui felt a lot more relaxed. She reached out to take the wood and the strings, smiled and said, "Thank you, Emperor Wuyun, for your guidance."

As Dongfang Fuqing said, everyone has a different path.

And there was nothing wrong with her playing the piano only for Jiang Zhige.

In other words, this is the true meaning of her practicing the art of playing the zither.

Jiang Zhige, who was standing next to him, looked at the wood and the strings and asked in confusion, "There are strings, so they should be making a zither, but why are there only six strings?"

Each of the wood and strings that Dongfang Fuqing took out was a rare treasure from heaven and earth that is hard to find in the world.

Each string is different, containing a wisp of the power of the Tao.

However, the Yaoqin has seven strings: Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, Yu, Wen, and Wu, but he only took out six strings.

"The zither was invented only for playing music, and it was never restricted to just seven strings."

Dongfang Fuqing shook his head. Playing the piano is nothing but melody. Seven strings are melody, and six strings are also melody.

Some people simplified it to three strings, others added eight or nine strings. He gave six strings just to give Ning Qiu Shui a template.

Ning Qiu Shui didn't say anything. Spiritual power was attached to his fingertips. He lowered his head and concentrated on casting the zither.

After she built the body of the instrument out of wood, she began to carefully string it.

However, as soon as the strings touched the body of the instrument, they were suddenly broken and could not be safely placed into the body of the instrument.

Ning Qiu Shui was not discouraged by this and picked up the second string and continued to try.

Unfortunately, the strings were still broken, as if rejecting her power.

After repeating this process several times, only the last two strings were left.

Ning Qiu Shui's eyes were slightly red, but he could only continue trying to tune the strings of the zither.

Bang! Even though the force is just right, the string still breaks.

Ning Qiu Shui lowered her head, her vision blurred by tears, and her trembling hands did not have the courage to pick up the last string.

If this one breaks again, she will only be able to reach the realm of Questioning Mystery for the rest of her life.

Ning Qiu Shui didn't have much yearning for power. She only hated that she couldn't go further and couldn't stay with Jiang Zhige forever.

Jiang Zhige's face looked grim. He looked at the expressionless Dongfang Fuqing, trying to find some answers from the other's eyes.

Dongfang Fuqing had no intention of saying anything to enlighten him, his expression was calm and looked very indifferent.

Jiang Zhige closed his eyes and thought for a while, and then suddenly looked at Ning Qiu Shui's bare hands that were bleeding from the strings of the zither.

Just as Ning Qiu Shui picked up the last string, Jiang Zhige walked behind her, held her hand, and worked hard to string the guitar with her.

With Jiang Zhige's help, the body of the zither, which had been extremely repulsive to Ning Qiu Shui, suddenly became gentle and friendly.

The last string was easily tied to the goose's foot.

After that, the broken strings gradually recovered and were fixed to the body of the instrument with the help of the two people.

Jiang Zhige secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It was just as he expected.

The answer is not to forge a zither together, but to connect their minds and bodies, and to be in harmony with each other in both form and spirit.

After all six strings were played, Ning Qiu Shui and Jiang Zhi Ge still felt that something was missing, and they didn't know what to do for a moment.

At this moment, Dongfang Fuqing suddenly smiled and said with emotion: "The stars are not the same as last night, and the soulmate is not the same as before."

"Tens of millions of years have passed, and this situation can still be seen. The art of playing the zither will not fade away."

To practice the art of playing the zither is nothing more than to seek a soulmate.

Different soulmates will have different paths.

At this moment, Ning Qiu Shui's path was only directed at Jiang Zhige.

There is no yearning for the complexity and impermanence, nor the ever-changing music.

All I want in my life is to stop the war.

For one person, to create a path, all kinds of emotions are hidden in the music of the piano.

The more Ning Qiu Shui loves Jiang Zhige, the further she can go in the art of playing the musical instrument.

Today, Dongfang Fuqing believes that with Ning Qiu Shui's affection, his ascension to the imperial realm is just around the corner.

Before Jiang Zhige understood what was said, Ning Qiu Shui suddenly had an idea at his fingertips and added another string to the instrument.

And her energy was also sublimated at this moment, breaking through to the peak of the Questioning Profound Realm.

"The three-foot-long jade harp asks your heart, and each string and pillar is thinking of the echo."

"Wherever the law leads, whatever the way seeks, whatever the emotion returns to."

"We are in tune with each other."

Ning Qiu Shui whispered and murmured, her words were like the continuous sound of a piano.

The surrounding scene changed accordingly, and it already had some of the rhythmless artistic conception of Oriental Fuqing.

She stroked the zither with her bare fingers and added another string to the instrument.

At this time Jiang Zhige also came back to his senses, feeling mixed emotions.

He gently hugged Ning Qiu Shui and immersed himself in the surrounding artistic conception.

No rhyme is better than rhyme. At this moment, the affection between the two is the best music in the world.

Ning Qiushui held Jiang Zhige's hand on his waist and chuckled, "Ah Zhi, this zither will be called Qiushui from now on."

“And this eighth string is called Zhi Ge.”

It’s not the “Zhi Ge” of Zhi Ge, but the “Zhi Ge” of Jiang Zhi Ge.

Jiang Zhige turned his head and looked towards Ning Qiu Shui's beautiful, affectionate eyes.

When love is deep, there is no need for words, and the two kiss quietly.

This kiss symbolizes that the two people have completely confirmed their relationship.

For the two of them, there is no need to say "I love you" or to get married in a wedding ceremony or wear a phoenix crown and a red bridal robe.

The most lasting confession of love is that between Qiu Shui and Zhi Ge.

After a long time, the two turned around and looked, but Dongfang Fuqing was no longer around.

The two looked at each other, stood up and bowed to the void.

"Thank you for your help, Senior."

"Thank you for your help, Senior."

This time, Jiang Zhige also used the word "senior".

Dongfang Fuqing not only helped Ning Qiu Shui achieve enlightenment, but was also the best matchmaker for Ning Qiu Shui and Jiang Zhige.

Ning Qiu Shui's mentor is Jiang Zhige. As long as Jiang Zhige survives in the future, he is confident that he can help Ning Qiu Shui reach the realm of emperor.

In the Emperor's Tomb, Qu Yun, covered in wounds, fell from the soul fragments.

He was spitting blood and could barely stand, but his eyes were sparkling with excitement.