Last time he bought a lot of Guqin teaching materials, although he only read them a few times.

However, he has almost a photographic memory, and he has memorized everything just these few times.

I also know the fingering of Tianlong Bayin by heart.

But after all, I have never practiced it. When I touch the strings with my ten fingers, it feels very raw.

With this touch, Chen Yicai discovered that the strings of the Tianmo Qin were extremely heavy and impossible for ordinary people to pluck.

Of course he is not among them.

When he plucked the strings, a dull and messy sound came out, which made him blush.

Fortunately, his cultivation and understanding have reached a somewhat astonishing level, and after a while of fumbling around, he was able to play some simple music scores.

The time it takes for my fingers to go from clumsy to proficient is just over half an hour.

The clanking sound of the piano gradually leaked out smoothly, and he used his true energy to block the sound in the room.

Chen Yi tried the eight tones and eight fingering methods one by one.

There are eight fingering methods, each fingering method corresponds to a movement method and a string.

Of course, you don't just play one string, but when you play it, you need to use corresponding fingering methods to bring out the power of each string of the Tianmo Qin.

As expected, each of the eight strings has a completely different mood and effect.

Either strong, or feminine, or sharp, or strange, or light, or heavy...

It’s ever-changing and very magical.

Moreover, Chen Yi discovered that when he played the string of "Dragon Roar of Dead Wood", he actually felt the ray of Buddha nature in the Tianmo Qin, and there was an almost imperceptible increase.

One thing rises and the other disappears, and the profound demonic nature naturally disappears, even if it is almost negligible.

Could this be the correct way to purify the Heavenly Demonic Qin?

This is much faster than his chanting.

"Um?"

Chen Yi suddenly pressed the strings with both hands and observed Prajna all over, and a person's figure was reflected in the transparent spiritual platform.

A strange color appeared on his face: "Is it her?"

In the backyard of his house, a petite figure rolled over from An Long's house next door, looked around furtively, then took a running start, stepped on the corner of the wall, and climbed up to the balcony on the second floor.

I looked around and found no one, so I walked directly into the house.
Chapter completed!