Chapter 1359

"You... you won't compensate me for my pipa, and now you pull out a magic recorder — what do you mean?"

Lin Cheng's inexplicable actions made Jueqing even more furious.

She even began to suspect this bastard had been sent by the heavens to punish her — her years of calm composure had been broken through by him time and again.

"So I can take it out and mock you next time."

Lin Cheng casually stated his purpose, and at the same time tossed out a streak of white light from his hand; meanwhile, in the spirit-weapon display area of the blacksmith shop, a classical pipa suddenly flashed white and vanished on the spot.

"Sister Zhang, let go of me — I must kill that bastard Lin Cheng today, provoking me over and over again......."

"What is this?"

The tossed-out white light swiftly took the shape of a classical pipa in the air; the moment Jueqing glanced over, her gaze could no longer be drawn away.

She reached out and caught it.

Three chi long, nine cun wide, four strings and twelve frets, the entire body crafted from rosewood — its color rich and translucent, without the slightest flaw, everything looking as if it were formed by nature itself!

Having grown up around all manner of pipas, she knew at a glance that this pipa was an exceptional superior-grade piece, very possibly an extremely rare supreme-grade one; the exact evaluation would have to wait until after a test of its tone — given Lin Cheng's craftsmanship, there should be no problem.

Hmph, although Jueqing was reluctant to admit it, Lin Cheng's attainments on the path of forging were indeed extraordinary, comparable to her own dedication and harvest on the path of the qin.

Jueqing's gaze turned questioningly toward Lin Cheng, wondering why he had suddenly produced such a fine—

qin — what was he going to do with it?

She wouldn't believe this bastard would be so kind as to compensate her with such a fine pipa. Can't you tell?

"A spirit-weapon-grade pipa — if you can gain its recognition and play me a tune, then it's yours." Lin Cheng stated bluntly.

He shrugged his shoulders; he could tell someone was judging a gentleman by a petty person's heart.

Really?

Jueqing somehow didn't quite believe it.

What had come over this bastard?

Suddenly wanting to give her such a fine pipa — could it be that...

Jueqing's face changed, and she refused sharply: "I will never like you — don't even think about it, it's absolutely impossible!"

Pfft!

Lin Cheng had just taken a sip of lemonade, and ended up spraying it all out; he curled his lip in disgust: "You're really narcissistic — how could Lao Zi possibly take a fancy to you? You think your coldness can compare to my family's warm and enthusiastic Qianhui?"