Free Web NovelThe zither music faltered.
Because Ning Que was completely bewildered, a sense of absurdity welled up in his heart.
What kind of nonsense was this?!
But he took a deep breath, quickly recovered, and with his five fingers slightly bent, his pig-trotter-like hands surprisingly carried a strange beauty.
Under his playing, the surging undercurrents suddenly contracted, merging into one. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
Violent vibrations impacted in all directions, like towering mountains and returning spring tides.
The zither music had five layers; those who heard it were wounded, and those caught in it died!
If it had been before, facing this Move, Li Mo could only have used his sword as a hammer, breaking it with force, without even the chance to dodge or respond with swordsmanship.
But now, Li Mo clearly felt that as the jade feather whistle sounded, the whistle seemed to entwine with the zither music.
This was never just an ordinary whistle... The ethereal whistle seemed to transform into a Qingluan, enveloping him.
He could now clearly 'see' the flow of the melody, and it was also reflected in his heart.
Li Mo suddenly understood music; the previously complex zither music was now perfectly clear.
The general principles of Dugu Nine Swords flowed in his mind.
He had a sword in his hand, and a sword in his heart.
The sword moved with his will, guided by his spirit, and each sword strike was like a startled swan from beyond the heavens, its origin unknown, yet its destination clear...
"They were fighting so well, why did Li Mo suddenly start whistling?"
"Didn't you notice? After he blew the whistle, he seemed to be moving with ease under the zither music!"
"Don't say it, you really shouldn't say it, hey, Little Tyrant's song seems... really quite joyful, it makes me want to dance."
"Brother, don't dance yet, look over there, your grandma is already dancing in the street."
"Holy crap!"
The onlookers were still confused, but some connoisseurs of the Dao of music suddenly realized: "A Qingluan instrument?!"
"What is that?" Someone asked, puzzled.
A Penglai Disciple explained:
"That is what the Qingluan Clan uses to convey their feelings through music before they meet their destined person, throughout their lives.
It is nurtured by their heart's blood, filled with unspoken feelings that outsiders cannot understand."
"When a Qingluan instrument is played, one can achieve a certain degree of self-taught mastery in the Dao of music."
"Of course, this also depends on the musical attainment of that Qingluan..."
This has always been something many musicians yearned for but rarely found.
It represents entering the inner sanctum of music, and it represents the loyal and unwavering heart of a noble and elegant Qingluan...
"Wait, where did Li Mo get that thing?" ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
No one knew who asked, but the scene suddenly fell silent for a moment.
All eyes turned to the radiant figure on the Flying Platform.
Who knew how many people gnashed their back teeth.
Ying Bing was completely unaware of this; she was about to Face her next opponent.
Having reached this point, there were no weaklings left on the stage.
Her group included Tian Miao, the Tian Miao of the Deriving Heaven Immortal, and Xie Xuan, the Sword Fanatic—though at this moment, more people called him the Calamity God Sword—and Kong Guan of Dragon Elephant Temple.
"I know I can't beat you, but you keep looking over there, aren't you giving me too little Face?"
Tian Miao, who had surprisingly participated in the Qianlong Assembly, stood with her hands on her hips, looking helpless.
"I haven't been looking at it all the time."
Ying Bing turned her head.
Her gentle and serene eyes suddenly became cool and clear, revealing an inviolable sacredness.
Tian Miao: "..."
She secretly glanced at the jade plate on her waist, and suddenly broke into a cold sweat, her eyes immediately clearing:
"Actually, it's fine if you look a bit longer."
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"That way, my chances of winning will go from zero to a ninety percent chance of death," Tian Miao said seriously.
It's already a ninety percent chance of death! What's the point of talking about respect!
...The Celestial Human Divine Sword, which had been suppressed for a long time, let out an excited hum, precisely striking the harmonious point amidst the myriad threads of music.
Hiss, the lofty Concept instantly allowed Li Mo to break through a layer, enabling him to advance.
"Damn it!"
Ning Que was utterly frustrated!
This High Mountain Flowing Water, awaiting a kindred spirit, once had a beautiful story associated with it.
Legend has it that the first owner of this zither, known as Layman Xining, played this piece on Penglai Mountain even before the Penglai Star Sect existed.
At that time, all musicians in the world considered it an honor to ascend Penglai Mountain and meet him, that sage of the Dao of music, but alas, they were all blocked by the zither music and could not enter.
Until one day, Young Master Shaoyun, whose poetry, lyrics, and prose were renowned through the ages, traveled far and wide, and played his personal long flute in harmony with it.
The two became kindred spirits through music, but only met once; later, one died for his country, and the other waited a lifetime.
This was a romantic story full of elegance and poetic beauty... and it created the beautiful tale of High Mountain Flowing Water awaiting a kindred spirit.
And now?
That Little Tyrant came along humming that demonic cliché!
Was this the kindred spirit he was waiting for? No! Absolutely not, you bastard!
"This isn't elegant at all, don't come over here!"
Ning Que was truly enraged.
Those invisible musical notes seemed to become violent as his big pig-trotter hands bled.
Layers of emerald ripples surrounded him, like blooming flowers, yet brewing boundless tempestuous waves.
Nine Movements of Winding Water and Floating Goblets!
"Good timing!"
Li Mo felt inexplicably ignited.
It's just music, who doesn't know how to do it?
Be enlightened, take a taste of my Most Dazzling Ethnic Style!!
Of course.
More crucially, the Celestial Human Divine Sword struck out in sync with it.
Li Mo controlled his sword with his heart.
The sword light was like autumn water and horizontal waves, cutting through heart and will, precisely striking the central pivot of the zither music's nine returns.
With this sword, Li Mo rode the sword with his mind, having already advanced a step further.
The essence of those chivalrous swords was now melded into one, and he had one foot in the Perfection realm of Dugu Nine Swords!
Rip—
The tempestuous waves scattered, and the sword light suddenly stopped.
It hovered between Ning Que's eyebrows, merely a paper-thin distance away.
It was controlled by his will, so Ning Que's pupils widened in shock, but he was unharmed.
"It's over, I... I lost, it's all over..."
After realizing his defeat, Ning Que's Face was dazed, like a pig-headed little wife who had been wronged.
"..."
Li Mo sheathed his sword and pondered, seemingly having gained some insight; the fleeting enlightenment from moments ago flowed through his heart.
A moment later, he opened his eyes and saw Ning Que, whose brain seemed ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ to be trembling.
"Brother Ning, didn't you say this was a gentleman's sparring match? Losing one round is nothing major..."
"No, you don't understand."
Ning Que clutched his head: "I'm no longer elegant; my High Mountain Flowing Water was broken by your vulgar song, I'm not a gentleman anymore."
Li Mo: "..."
What the hell was this beauty of insisting on being Little Li Swordsman?
Good heavens, even his recent encounters had changed; was the Most Dazzling Ethnic Style that potent?
"Ahem, that's wrong. Didn't you enjoy that song just now?"
"Joyful, yes, but..."
"Elegant music, understood by few, is good, but making everyone happy is also very good. How is this not a great sound that is rarely heard?"
Li Mo pursed his lips.
Ning Que froze, following his gaze to the stage, only to see a woman in green clothes, with peanut shells scattered all around her feet, still swaying her body.
A joyful 'shaker,' possessing the composure of an old artist.
"Look how happy she is."
"What can one person prove..."
"Uh, let me introduce her, she is the Qingluan Clan Chief."
"..."
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