Long Chen looked toward the voice. Between the statues of Great Brahma Heaven and Luo Tianye stood a high platform. The platform had been empty, but suddenly a melodious zither music rang out, and a woman dressed in palace robes and long skirts stepped onto the platform.
"Liao Yuhuang"
Long Chen hadn't expected to run into another familiar face here—Liao Yuhuang from the Qin Sect. Now, Liao Yuhuang had shed his former awkwardness and become much more composed, with a different aura than before.
Clearly, the cultivation of the Qin Sect is about refining the heart. To refine the heart is to rise and fall in the mortal world, seeking the common ground between the Dao of Music and the Dao of Heaven, so that music can observe the heavens and connect with them.
Judging by Liao Yuhuang's temperament, since their last parting, her realm has risen significantly, and her growth rate has been equally astonishing.
The sound of the zither echoed throughout the square, like large and small pearls falling onto a jade plate, instantly drawing everyone's attention. People hurried toward the high platform, and Long Chen was no exception. He immediately grabbed Bai Yingxue and found the best spot to enjoy the scene.
"Clang, clang..."
Liao Yu lightly plucked with his jade-like fingers, the strings studded, and the profound melodies filled the ears with refreshing and refreshing spirits. At that moment, people seemed to wash away impurities within their own mountains and flowing water, inspiring a strong spirit.
Long Chen loved listening to the music of the zither, because whenever he did, he would think of a person dressed in purple, noble in demeanor, who had abandoned her original faith for him, even sacrificing her pure body to stain it with filthy blood, living and dying alongside him.
She was Ziyan. After he arrived in the Immortal Realm, Ziyan had saved him, but in that fleeting glimpse, Long Chen couldn't even make out her face. Her familiar aura was already tainted with demonic energy.
"Ziyan, where exactly are you? It really makes people worry. Long Chen looked at Liao Yuhuang's slender jade-like hand, his eyes gradually growing moist.
Looking back, among all the beauties, Long Chen spent the shortest time with Ziyan, but the feelings between him and her had never diminished in the slightest.
Ziyan's jade-like hand gently played the zither, her autumn eyes flowing with emotion, deeply imprinted in his soul. After the passage of time, it was not blurred at all, but became clearer and clearer.
After their heavy farewell, Long Chen had been trying every possible way to inquire about Ziyan, but after all this time, there was no news. In the vast Ninth Heaven, how could he possibly search for her? Whenever longing overflows, it quickly spirals out of control.
At some point, the music had stopped, but Long Chen didn't notice at all. It wasn't until Bai Yingxuan shook Long Chen's hand that he realized. Unconsciously, he noticed his cheeks were wet, and he felt a bit embarrassed, quickly wiping away the tear stains from his face.
"Friend of the Dragon Clan, my little sister is rude. May I ask why you are crying?" Liao Yuhuang looked at Long Chen and said. At this moment, Long Chen's face was covered in golden runes, his appearance no longer as before, and his aura had changed. Liao Yuhuang couldn't recognize him.
But looking into Long Chen's eyes, she felt a sense of déjà vu. And when she played the zither, seeing the deep affection and endless tenderness in his eyes, her heart trembled, almost losing her tune.
After the song ended, Liao Yuhuang looked around and realized that the strong figures in the square had all been drawn over. The crowd was endless, but for some reason, Long Chen stood out among them like a crane among chickens, standing out so conspicuously.
The qin channel connects the heart and heart, and the sound of the zither awakens the purest emotions in people's hearts. Among the strong figures present, countless were moved by Liao Yuhuang's music, their true feelings revealed, but among them, Long Chen still stood out as unique.
Originally, Liao Yuhuang should have gone straight down after finishing her song, but seeing Long Chen, she couldn't help but ask. She had already asked beforehand, but Long Chen's mind was filled with images of Ziyan and he hadn't heard a thing.
Now, hearing Liao Yuhuang's question, Long Chen sighed and said in Bai Dale's distinctive voice, "Miss, your skills are superb and your zither is profound and profound. It reminds me of a confidante."
After years apart and no news at all, he tried to find him but found it was like searching for a needle in a haystack—nowhere to be found. His heart was filled with longing and sorrow, so his expression showed no sign of embarrassment. Liao
Yuhuang asked, "Is that young lady also skilled in the Dao of music?" Long
Chen said, "You could say that. I met her at a grand gathering where we discussed the Dao through music." As
soon as he said this, Long Chen recalled the time he and Mo Nian spouted nonsense in front of Ziyan, and couldn't help but feel deeply moved.
"So you are also a master of the Daoist Pleasure Movement?" Liao Yuhuang said, both surprised and delighted.
Long Chen shook his head and said, "No, no, no, I'm not exactly a master. I just really like it." "
You're too polite, sir. If you weren't a master of Daoist music, how could that young lady have become your confidante?
I have heard that among the dragon clan, there is one who is highly skilled in the Dao and has supreme talent, the best among all beings. Unfortunately, my luck is limited; even after reading through ancient texts, I have never known which race within the dragon clan it is. A trace of shame appeared on Liao Yuhuang's face.
Long Chen smiled, "You are well-versed in music theory, your realm is transcendent—how could you be blessed?" That clan has actually always been by your side! "
By my side?" How is this possible? Liao Yuhuang was startled.
"You got this piano recently, right?" Long Chen asked.
Liao Yuhuang was taken aback: "That's right."
"Look at the headboard—isn't there a bull horn painting?" Long Chen asked.
Liao Yuhuang was startled again. Of course, she knew there was a bull horn diagram on the head of the zither. This guqin was a treasure she had recently acquired by chance, and the ox horn diagram only appeared when her mind and the zither became one. And when it did, only she could see it—no one else could see it.
When Long Chen mentioned the bull horn diagram, she was instantly shocked, staring at him in disbelief. Bai Yingxue, standing next to Long Chen, was also shocked, not expecting Long Chen to understand all this.
Long Chen said, "Because you haven't fully gained its recognition yet, you can only see the two horns, not its head, and even less its body."
It is the Qiuniu of the dragon clan, a very special group that is almost never included in the dragon genealogy.
Their front body is ox, and their back body is dragon. They possess the power of dragon blood but have no desire to kill. They are gentle in temperament, love peace, and love music. To listen to the sounds of all things, after death, their souls remain intact and attach themselves to the spirit zither.
It must be said, you have obtained a treasure that will help you gain more insights into the Dao of Music. However, there is one thing you must remember at all costs. Liao
Yuhuang replied respectfully, "Little sister, I'm all ears." Long
Chen said solemnly, "That is, never use this zither to commit killing. Otherwise, it will leave immediately, and you will never be disliked by Qiuniu for the rest of your life. You will never again encounter Qiuniu playing a qin." "
Nonsense."
Just then, a cold laugh came from afar.