"I have also met many young people, but among them, those who want to worship me as their teacher are either for fame or for profit, and none of them are truly good seedlings.

It was not until I saw you! Your piano sound had a soul, so I had thoughts.

How about it? Fang Ye, old man, I really want to accept you."

He said seriously.

At the other side of the door, several soldiers listened to this sentence.

I was a little surprised.

They didn't expect that one day the old man would even talk to people in such a pleading tone.

It is conceivable how anxious he is now.

Fang Ye was silent for a moment.

Indeed, in order to satisfy the old man's wish, he could nod and agree immediately.

But he knew very well that he wouldn't really stay here after he agreed, and it was not much different from not agreeing.

If he doesn't agree, the old man probably won't let him go.

"Old man, what do you think is the use of teaching me alone to develop this guqin?" Fang Ye asked.

"At least it won't be lost. You are still young. After you finish your studies, I will help you expand the scale..." the old man said slowly.

Obviously, he was fully prepared.

Fang Ye smiled and shook his head: "No, this is too slow. In this traditional method, the chance of making a comeback is only 1% or even lower.

Nowadays, the wine is so fragrant that it is so deep. I think you should have tried it too, right?

Even if you do this, I feel like I just want to take off the burden on myself.”

The old man fell silent.

Of course he tried it, but there was no complete ancient song to match the guqin.

Compared with the influence of pianos, it is simply a thousand miles away!

What Fang Ye said was indeed nothing wrong.

"Then do you have any ideas?" He then looked at Fang Ye and asked slowly.
Chapter completed!