Chapter 791: Chapter 791: The Giant Python Loves Music_1
When Qin Sisi finished playing, she took a long breath and looked up to Wen Xuan, asking, "Brother Wen Xuan, how do you think it went? Any weaknesses?"
Wen Xuan, recovering from the beautiful lody, quickly replied, "Not weaknesses per se. Your playing is very good, but you’re a little unskilled when transitioning between high and low notes. You need more practice. Perhaps you can use these three days to practice music magic!"
"Oh, okay!" Qin Sisi didn’t mind practicing music, and Wen Xuan was right, she was indeed unskilled in transitioning between high and low notes.
Having arranged Qin Sisi’s next task, Wen Xuan stood up and said, "Junior Qin, I still have work to do, so I won’t be able to stay with you. But I’ll co back to see you later."
"But..." The thought of being alone with the Ice-scaled Purple Crystal Python in dark, cold underwater basent made Qin Sisi’s scalp tingle. However, she had just t Wen Xuan, so she felt awkward to ask him to stay. She was stuck in a dilemma.
Perhaps sensing her unease, Wen Xuan said with a smile, "No need to be afraid. Snakes aren’t as terrifying as you think. As long as you don’t hurt it, it won’t attack you."
Embarrassed, Qin Sisi said, "But I’ve had so issues with it before."
Indeed, back in the Ice Cave, it had been the Ice-scaled Purple Crystal Python that was determined to kill her. All she’d done was to bite it lightly at the end. But who knew if this Ice-scaled Purple Crystal Python was the grudge-holding type?
Wen Xuan chuckled and reassured her, "That’s why you should play music for it. If you play music for it, it will be happy. It might even forget the past misunderstandings."
Before Qin Sisi could say anything, Wen Xuan smiled, nodded at her, and left the basent.
Qin Sisi’s heart clenched. She turned to look at the Ice-scaled Purple Crystal Python and found two-thirds of its body coiled, the rest of it held high. A pair of red eyes were fixed on her.
Qin Sisi’s breathing faltered for a mont. Then, she lifted her Half Moon zither, got into position, and began playing the lullaby.
As the sound of music sounded, the Ice-scaled Purple Crystal Python actually began to sway left and right in rhythm with the music, appearing very intoxicated.
Qin Sisi breathed a sigh of relief. Her tense body relaxed slightly, but she didn’t dare to stop her fingers from playing, repeating the lullaby over and over.
She couldn’t tell how much ti had passed, but the Ice-scaled Purple Crystal Python’s swings seed to have gotten smaller, almost as if it was about to fall asleep.
Qin Sisi felt her left hand, which was holding the Half Moon zither, growing numb and the tips of her fingers that were plucking the strings were starting to hurt.
Seeing that the Ice-scaled Purple Crystal Python had closed its eyes, Qin Sisi, hoping against hope, reduced her strength, causing the sound of the lullaby to weaken. The Ice-scaled Purple Crystal Python, however, didn’t react.
She gently played for a while. The numbness and pain intensified. Emboldened, she stopped playing, wanting to rest for a bit.
She was shaking the numbness out of her left arm when a sudden chill rushed in.
Qin Sisi looked up to see the Ice-scaled Purple Crystal Python staring at her with its little red eyes. Its gaze suggested displeasure at Qin Sisi’s act of stopping the music.
Her heart fluttered. She imdiately picked up her Half Moon zither, braced the pain, and continued to play with her swollen fingers.
The Ice-scaled Purple Crystal Python’s eyes turned gentle, and it began to sway slowly to the music again. However, probably afraid that Qin Sisi would slack off again, it refused to close its eyes.
Her legs had also started to go numb. With the Ice-scaled Purple Crystal Python seeming to be in a good mood, she slowly sat on the edge of its water tank, leaning against the wall to rest, but she didn’t dare stop her fingers from playing.
Several hours later, Qin Sisi noticed a red hue on the white strings of the Half Moon zither. After a while, she realized that it was her own blood. She had worn her fingertips raw playing.
The Ice-scaled Purple Crystal Python’s eyes were closed again, and its movents reduced, but she didn’t know whether it was asleep or not. She didn’t dare to stop playing, so she endured the pain and continuously played the lullaby.
Just when she felt like she couldn’t take it anymore, she heard light footsteps coming from the stairs.
Her heart leapt, and she quickly turned around. There she saw Wen Xuan, clothed in white, with his always graceful deanor coming into her sight.
At that mont, Wen Xuan in Qin Sisi’s eyes was like an Angel in White descending from heaven!
"Brother Wen Xuan," she called out straight away, but felt shy to admit her difficulties at once.
Wen Xuan simply nodded before placing a white paper bag beside her. He calmly said, "I’ve brought you so food."
At the words "food," Qin Sisi involuntarily swallowed; she was indeed hungry.
"Thank you, Brother Wen Xuan, but I... I can’t stop, or it..." Qin Sisi looked over nervously at the Ice-scaled Purple Crystal Python, its deanor peaceful.
Looking in the sa direction as her, Wen Xuan glanced over at the python. He turned his hand revealing a long, finely wrought white jade flute.
Qin Sisi realized, "So Brother Wen Xuan also has a storage ring!"
Wen Xuan laughed self-deprecatingly, "I do have one, but I bought it. The space inside is very small -- only a cubic ter in volu."
A cubic ter? That would an that the length, width, and height are all just one ter. That was indeed quite small.
"So, storage rings have differences." Qin Sisi mused.
Wen Xuan heard her confusion and volunteered an explanation, "Of course, only the Jiuxi Royal Family, who possess Portable Space, can make storage rings. The direct descendants of the Jiuxi can make rings that expand with their magical level. The distant relatives of the Jiuxi can only make fixed-space rings, which are typically one cubic ter, eight cubic ters, and twenty-seven cubic ters in size. There’s no bigger size."
Then Qin Sisi was aware of the small differences in storage rings.
Wen Xuan observed Qin Sisi’s pale face and the bloodstained strings on her Half Moon zither. Knowing she was at the end of her rope, he didn’t say anything else, and directly said, "I’ll take over for a while, once you’ve recovered, you can continue."
Wen Xuan held the white flute to his lips and started playing a cheerful tune.
Sotis, it sounded like birds chirping in a mountain stream, clear and lodious. At other tis, it was like wind passing through the mountains, free-spirited and lodious.
The sleepy Ice-scaled Purple Crystal Python quickly opened its eyes and again started to happily twist its body, following the rhythm of the music.
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