Chapter 17 Zi Zhu Magic Needle (Part 1)_1

Ye Yinzhu smiled, "Actually, playing the zither is mainly for oneself to listen, for one's heart to hear. Grandpa Qin once said, there are seven principles of playing the zither: firstly, understand morality; secondly, move the spirits; thirdly, beautify customs; fourthly, understand the heart; fifthly, regulate the pitch; sixthly, maintain elegance; seventhly, teach well. The virtue of the zither is prior to the skill of the zither. When the heart is proper, the strings of the heart can harmonize with the strings of the zither, otherwise, one cannot play beautiful pipe music."

Sura sincerely said, "It seems that there really aren't any useless professions, just useless people! From you, I can see the hope of Divine Music Masters. Just now I heard you telling Anya upstairs that you have something to do at the academy, what could you possibly have to do?"

Ye Yinzhu thoughtfully said, "I want to find Haiyang."

Sura chuckled and asked, "What do you want with her? Didn't you get enough hugs yesterday?"

Ye Yinzhu's face turned red, and he angrily said, "I didn't do it on purpose yesterday. I want to find Haiyang for her face."

Sura was taken aback, and he looked at Ye Yinzhu in surprise, "For her face? Haiyang is already quite pitiful, you don't mean to kick her when she's down, do you? Actually, if her face hadn't been damaged, she would definitely be a great beauty."

Ye Yinzhu replied unhappily, "Am I the type of person to revel in others' misfortune? Besides, a person's beauty isn't absolute. If a girl is very pretty, but her heart isn't good, she is still an ugly woman."

Sura's face changed slightly, "Then what are you looking for Haiyang for?"

Ye Yinzhu said, "I want to try and see if I can help her heal. I can see that her current mentality and the coldness on her exterior, are largely due to the scars on her face. A girl suffering from disfigurement must be in great pain. Her face was disfigured later in life, so perhaps there's still a chance for recovery."

Sura stared blankly at Ye Yinzhu, "Are you saying you can also heal? But even the most powerful Light Mage can't heal Haiyang's face! Do you know? Haiyang's family is the last of the three major families, the Anchelotti family, and her grandfather is the other Purple Star Dragon Knight of the Milan Empire, Marshal Xi Duofu. Marshal Xi Duofu has two sons, and Haiyang's father is his eldest son, married to the biological younger sister of the current Emperor of the Milan Empire, Berlusconi IX. And their only child is this daughter, which means that Haiyang is related to the royal family by marriage. Even though her deformity means she is not valued in her family, the best doctors must have treated her without a doubt. I guess, there's no chance for you to succeed. You're not trying to repay her because you held her yesterday, are you?"

Ye Yinzhu sighed lightly, "When I saw her face yesterday during the competition, I wanted to try and help her heal. My treatment method is not the same as others. Even a slight chance should not be given up! Otherwise, wouldn't her life end up being lived out in agony?"

Sura looked at Ye Yinzhu deeply, and said: "Yinzhu, you're the most foolish fool I've ever seen, but you're also the most lovable fool. I'll go with you, it'll also avoid any potential embarrassment between the two of you."

By the time they returned to the Milan Magic Martial Academy, it was already dark. The two of them went back to their dormitory to have a simple dinner before heading for the Divine Music Department Dormitory. Neither Ye Yinzhu nor Sura knew where Haiyang lived, but all the Divine Music Department students lived together, apart from Ye Yinzhu who lived in the mixed area for working students, so it was easy to find.

"Eh, isn't this Yinzhu? What brings you here?" Ye Yinzhu and Sura had just arrived at the Divine Music Department Dormitory Area and they ran into Xueling. Xueling, clad in a long nightgown, was combing her long hair at the door of her villa-style dormitory, looking as though she was preparing to sleep.

"I'm here to look for Senior Haiyang. Xueling, do you know where she lives?"

Xueling giggled, "You always seem to be concerned about your Senior Haiyang, even fainting in her arms. You aren't falling for her, are you? Do you want me to play matchmaker?"

Ye Yinzhu's face turned red, and he was somewhat embarrassed, not knowing what to say. Seeing his awkward situation, Xueling laughed even louder, "Believe it or not, our Divine Music Department's number one young boy, Yinzhu, you're still a virgin, aren't you?"

Sura rolled his eyes at the side, thinking to himself, these female students in the Divine Music Department truly are very liberal.

"Um, Xueling, do you know where Senior Haiyang lives? I really need to find her." Ye Yinzhu, upon being asked an embarrassing question, didn't know what to say. His face was flushed, the redness spreading to the roots of his ears.

Xueling laughed, "Alright, no more teasing. Go straight along this path, Senior Haiyang's dormitory is in the very last building. She's not very sociable and doesn't talk much. I can't see what you like about her."

"I, I'm not..." Ye Yinzhu hurriedly clarified, but looking at Xueling's playful demeanor, he couldn't continue. He quickly followed the path Xueling had pointed out and hurried off, as if fleeing. Watching his retreating figure, Xueling burst out laughing without any consideration that Sura was still standing beside Ye Yinzhu.

Moving along the path, it wasn't until he saw the last white villa that the redness on Ye Yinzhu's face finally faded. Sura seemed to enjoy watching Ye Yinzhu's blushing face, simply giggling lightly along the way, without saying anything.

Ye Yinzhu knocked gently on the villa door, "Senior Haiyang, are you there?"

In a short time, the door opened, revealing a stunning face that one can never forget. It was not Haiyang, but Xiang Luan, the most beautiful girl in the Milan Magic Martial Academy.

As their eyes met, both of them froze and blurted out simultaneously, "Why is it you?"

This was the first time Ye Yinzhu had seen Xiang Luan up close. At this moment, she was wearing a pink long dress. As the weather was a bit cold, the dress was conservative, covering every inch of her skin. Her light purple eyes showed a hint of panic at the sight of Ye Yinzhu; her golden, powdery hair hung over her left shoulder, covering her ample left breast.

Could it be that Xueling fooled me? Isn't this Haiyang's dormitory? Ye Yinzhu wondered.

"Ye Yinzhu, are you here for Haiyang?" Xiang Luan was the first to break the awkwardness.

"Oh, yes, yes." Ye Yinzhu hurriedly confirmed and asked tentatively, "Is this Senior Haiyang's dormitory?"

Xiang Luan gave a slight smile, "Come in first. Haiyang is upstairs, I'll call her down." She made way at the entrance, letting Ye Yinzhu and Sura into the main hall of the villa. Then she went upstairs.

The decor inside the villa was a cool blue tone that matched Haiyang's chilly aura. It was simply furnished, but as soon as anyone entered, they could feel the faint chill in the air.

Sura whispered, "Your Senior Haiyang is wasting her time practicing as a Divine Music Master. I think she'd be better off focusing on Dark Magic."

Ye Yinzhu could only feel his heart pounding at this time. For some reason, every time he sees Xiang Luan, he will react this way, even feeling somewhat afraid to look at Xiang Luan's perfect delicate face.

It wasn't long before Haiyang came downstairs accompanied by Xiang Luan. She was wearing the same style of long dress as Xiang Luan, only hers was white. Her black hair hung loosely over her shoulders, and her appearance wasn't much different from usual. As soon as she saw Ye Yinzhu, her composure faltered slightly, and a faint blush appeared on the visible half of her face; clearly, she was recalling the events of last night.

Seeing Haiyang, Ye Yinzhu also felt a stir in his heart. Considering both last night's events and Xueling's earlier teasing, he couldn't help but feel an unusual sensation in his heart, and his face turned slightly red again.