Capítulo 601: Chapter 603: The Master’s True Form is a White Lotus
“I am the incarnation of a White Lotus from the Turquoise Pool in the heavens, so when I transford into human form, I beca a disciple of the Nanji Immortal.”
White Lotus?
Yue Hu was once again taken aback by the revelation; she had never known her master’s true form.
So it was a White Lotus.
No wonder her master appeared so pure and otherworldly…
It turned out he was like the lotus that rises unstained from the mud, clean and unsullied by the clear water…
Instantly, Yue Hu’s reverence for Mo Chen grew even deeper.
In her heart, Mo Chen had beco a deity, a being who must not be violated or blasphed.
In her heart, he was the most holy, the most noble…
No one could compare to him.
“Master, please continue teaching the zither,” Yue Hu smiled.
She had to make the most of their two hours of practice each day.
She wanted to master this piece of music and reach the sa level as her master so that one day she could play it for him.
Mo Chen nodded, then suddenly thought of sothing and smiled, “Or perhaps I should play it for you first. You must watch closely and understand, alright?”
“Yes,” Yue Hu nodded and shifted her body to the side, leaning close to the table.
Mo Chen sat on the ground in front of the zither, his hands gently resting on the strings, not yet ready to begin.
Instead, he explained to her, “Although I created this piece, I have yet to play it perfectly.
However, if you wish to reach my level, it will take a long ti and dedicated practice. But rember, do not neglect your studies.”
“Disciple understands,” Yue Hu nodded respectfully.
Her master said he hadn’t played the piece perfectly, yet in her eyes, it was already perfection…
“Also, to play this piece, you must play it with your entire heart, or else you won’t achieve any effect.”
“Yes, disciple understands.”
Mo Chen nodded with a smile, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.
“Very well, I shall begin.”
His gaze returned to the strings, and he closed his eyes slightly, entering a trance-like state of absorption.
His hands, not deliberately plucking at the strings, moved with his heart…
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