Free Web NovelThe sound of the Qin flowed.
The dark clouds that covered the sky slowly dispersed, revealing a clear, washed-like blue sky.
On the arena, the broken, invisible Qin strings were re-attached by Ning Que, and ever since he sat down cross-legged, the ethereal, elusive, and ungraspable feeling made the surrounding space seem like a distant, unattainable height.
The surroundings quickly quieted down.
"Isn't this move meant for Jiang Yu and Sikong Liang? Although his playing isn't up to par yet."
Ning Jue pouted, commenting on her brother's Qin skills.
The surrounding Disciple of Penglai, however, looked as if it was only natural, with no one refuting her.
Suddenly, she felt a slight biting sensation at her feet, and looking down, she saw a rabbit with small grass growing on its head.
Not far away, Jiang Chulong searched around for a bit before running over to pick up the rabbit:
"I'm sorry... it... it might be hungry... I'll take off my shoe for you."
"..."
A pink, tender toe peeked out from Ning Jue's sea silk boots, wiggling slightly, feeling a bit cool.
"No need. What is that on your eyes?"
"Sunglasses. Li Dage gave these to me. I can't give you these..."
"Such a strange name."
"Li Dage made them, so they're called sunglasses."
Jiang Chulong adjusted her sunglasses, her gaze sweeping over the stage, her small brows furrowing:
"This Qin sound seems very difficult to deal with..."
"Naturally. This piece is called 'High Mountain Flowing Water,' and it is a musical score engraved on the Qinghai Yinyue Qin, no less than a Supreme martial art."
...On stage.
"High Mountain Flowing Water, where in the world can one find a true friend? I wonder if Li Mo counts as one..."
The lisping Ning Que tried hard to maintain his composure.
Then he found he couldn't maintain it at all. He looked at his big pig trotters caressing the Qin strings and snorted coldly:
"Clearly, Li Mo is not a true friend."
Zheng——
The tidal wave of Qin sound suddenly erupted outwards from him as its center.
This power had already far exceeded the Inner Scenery realm.
Or rather, the melodies flowing from the Qinghai Yinyue Qin had, in an invisible way, constructed a strange Inner Scenery.
The sound of the Qin came as if from a High Mountain. Li Mo collected himself; he had no time to break through this distant charm.
Because the Flowing Water after the High Mountain had already arrived.
The Celestial Human Divine Sword was raised, and the Qin sound of Flowing Water arrived. Li Mo only felt intense forces from all directions on the God Sword, crisscrossing, pulling, and tugging, dissolving the sharp sword light into nothingness.
Li Mo's body was ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) also buffeted by the turbulent currents, making him feel so uncomfortable he wanted to vomit blood.
He staggered back a few steps, the God Sword almost slipping from his grasp.
High Mountain Flowing Water contained hidden dangers. Although his Physical Body was strong and he was not injured, he was completely unable to circulate his Mystic Core, and only one-tenth of his Qi could be used.
It was like suddenly falling into a vast ocean with surging undercurrents.
And being pulled deeper and deeper...
"How can a swordsman's physique be so strong..."
Ning Que's mouth twitched slightly.
But no matter how strong the physique, there was ultimately a limit.
"Li Mo, be careful. That was just the prelude, the opening move."
"What is constantly thought of will have an echo. Three-Fold Sound!"
...Below the stage.
Everyone looked at the stage, their expressions varied.
"This is the might of a divine weapon! Even a fifth-realm expert would suffer a great loss if caught off guard."
"Ning Que's ranking is probably too low. That's right, after all, he came from overseas and rarely fights with others."
"After all, the Little Tyrant is not skilled in swordsmanship, and he hasn't had the Celestial Human Divine Sword for long, making it difficult to unleash its full power."
Hearing the surprised exclamations of the Dijin people, the Disciple of Penglai all puffed out their chests, like jade trees and orchids, full of imposing presence.
"If he doesn't pull out his hammer, Li Mo probably won't win. What a shame." fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
Ning Jue shook her head.
"You also want Li Dage to win?" Jiang Chulong asked, surprised by her tone.
Ning Jue's gaze remained on Li Mo: "Because the Little Tyrant makes me feel a bit familiar, like the male protagonist in the picture book I read..."
"the overbearing female emperor falls in love with me"?
"How did you know?"
"Because Li Dage compiled the picture book. He occasionally tells me stories from it. I've already heard parts that aren't even drawn in the book yet," Xiao Jiang Princess recalled.
Ning Jue: "!"
After a moment of silence, she slowly said:
"Actually, your Li Dage is not entirely without a chance of winning. There are two ways to break the Qinghai Yinyue Qin. The first is to break it with force, with power a hundred times greater than the performer."
"The second, Ning Que said it himself at the beginning."
Jiang Chulong asked nervously: "What is it?"
"A true friend," Ning Jue smiled.
Not far away.
"Li Mo doesn't seem to be able to find a way to break this High Mountain Flowing Water scene."
Zhong Ling unconsciously looked at Ying Bing.
Earlier, Ying Bing had already mentioned two ways to break the situation, just like Ning Jue had said.
The difference was...
"There's one last way."
Ying Bing's clear, spirited eyes stared at the young man's wrist, and she whispered:
"It's just, I wonder if he can remember..."
...On stage, the Qin sound tide grew even more turbulent.
Li Mo vaguely guessed the method to break this formation.
High Mountain Flowing Water, Qin and zither playing in harmony.
Only those deeply versed in music could evade the tide of Qin sound.
And only those who could follow the rhythm and tempo of this Qin sound, harmonizing with it, could gradually neutralize the Qin sound.
If he met it head-on, it would only grow stronger, unless he could exceed its upper limit.
"Using Hammer Technique to control the sword, there might be a way to break through the Qin sound formation."
Xiao Li, while parrying with his sword, fell into deep thought.
Should he do it?
Should he really do it?
Right here?!
But if he were to counter with music, he didn't even have an instrument, and even if he did, he wouldn't know how to play it. He didn't even know what Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zhi, and Yu were...
Ding-a-ling——
Something on his wrist struck the hilt of his sword, emitting a crisp and pleasant sound.
"jade feather whistle?"
Li Mo's eyes focused.
"My image as a Penglai Star Child is probably completely ruined."
Ning Que felt that he should have won, but it also seemed like he had lost.
Looking up and seeing his handsome face had turned into a pig's head, two lines of clear tears streamed down his cheeks.
"Little Tyrant, even if I defeat you a thousand times, it's not enough!!"
He was about to speed up the rhythm to knock Li Mo out of the arena.
This was the only way. Heaven knew how Li Mo's physique could be so strong. He deeply suspected that one side of the Flying Poison Double-Faced Turtle was Li Mo.
But suddenly——
Whoosh~~
A clear whistle suddenly sounded.
The sound of the whistle itself was quite pleasant, yet the melody was very strange.
If there were any Transmigration here, they would probably already be singing along, or even dancing.
"The vast horizon is my love... beneath the endless green mountains, flowers are blooming..."
This tune probably wouldn't harmonize with High Mountain Flowing Water.
But it was truly joyful.
The Qin sound paused.
Ning Que leaned back slightly, a bit thrown off.
He naturally recognized it. It should be the instrument the Qingluan Clan used to replace their voices when they learned to speak, usually a token of affection given by the Qingluan Clan to someone they admired.
And Ying Bing once had the nickname Qingluan Goddess, which showed she had stayed there for a while.
So this must have been given to him by Ying Bing.
