mtl008 Chapter 123: The reserved Cuiyun pipe, the pine snow shining on the winter clothes
Chapter 123: The reserved Cuiyun pipe, the pine snow shining on the winter clothes
Completely contrary to what Lu Zhaozhao had imagined, Master Bai Yuan's first move, Jian Shi Si Shu, did not display an extremely oppressive power. Instead, it simply erected a barrier steadily to block all incoming attacks.
It was really unexpected. She had not thought of this safe approach.
The black jade of the Yun tube seemed to be flowing with light, sparkling brightly under the attacking light coming from all directions.
Ji He's seven-stringed harp exuded a chill, with frost forming on the strings as her jade-like fingers moved rapidly and continuously on them.
The sound of the piano is like big and small pearls falling on a jade plate. As it is plucking and twisting gently, a solemn and murderous aura is hidden in it.
As a person approached, countless people around turned their heads to look at him. The fervent admiration made Lu Zhaozhao unable to help but turn his head.
Yaotong, dressed in plain clothes, slowly walked to her side. Seeing her gaze, she nodded and smiled at her.
To be honest, this plain dress is really ordinary. Yaotong probably wears it like this because she doesn't want to attract attention. Unfortunately, she is so beautiful that even a coarse linen dress cannot hide her natural beauty.
Seeing the gazes of those around her at this moment, she couldn't help feeling distressed and ashamed, and could only shake her head apologetically.
"The next match is with senior sister. I thought you would be resting." Although Lu Zhaozhao was a little surprised, she thought that the person on the stage was also a disciple of Tianyin Sect after all, so it made sense for her to come.
"Senior Sister Jihe and I are good friends. I have to come to her competition." Yaotong said softly, as if she was singing a gentle and melodious song, which was moving and pleasant to the ears.
After hearing her words, Lu Zhaozhao knew that the rumors about the discord between the two people in the cultivation world in recent years were a complete slander.
"There are very few people in the world of cultivation who use the lyre as a weapon, and even fewer in my sect. Therefore, Senior Sister Jihe and I often exchange experiences. Senior Sister may look cold, but she is indeed warm-hearted. Before coming to Wenyuan this time, I also competed with Senior Sister. Senior Sister's strength is superior to mine."
Yaotong spoke slowly, as if she was just talking about an ordinary little thing, but Lu Zhaozhao was a little surprised.
"you lose?"
Yao Tong shook her head and said, "It's a draw, thanks to Qin."
"Jiuxiao Ring?" Lu Zhaozhao moved his gaze back and looked at the musical instrument bag she was carrying.
Yao Tong nodded, her gaze still fixed on the stage. She said, "The Jiuxiao Ring was given to me by my master, and this zither... is indeed extremely gorgeous. The Songxue is not bad either, but it is still a common item. If it weren't for the difference in the zithers, it would be difficult for me to compete with my senior sister."
If someone else said this, others might think she was showing off her weapons, but when Yao Tong said this, she was really sighing. After all, the regret in her words was too strong.
Looking towards the stage, Lu Zhaozhao's eyes were filled with curiosity. She was curious about how someone stronger than Yao Tong would behave. Furthermore, this person possessed a truly exceptional character. Despite years of rumors, she was able to cultivate peacefully within the sect. Even a demonstration of her strength would dispel many of the rumors. Yet, she cultivated in silence, leaving few outsiders unaware of her strength. Not even a mention of her name appeared in the Record of Famous People.
So, Master Bai Yuan saw her strength and chose a steady and cautious response?
After several rounds in a row, neither of them gained any advantage over the other, and the situation remained deadlocked.
"Sister, who do you think will win between the two of them?" she asked Yao Tong.
Yao Tong frowned, tilted her head, and replied, "Logically speaking, I'm more inclined to Senior Sister. However, Fellow Daoist Bai is truly too strong. I can only say that we can only fight with all our might, and the outcome is uncertain."
It was a very pertinent evaluation. Lu Zhaozhao's answer was almost the same as hers.
Ji He turned around, fell from the air, and sat cross-legged on the edge of the platform with the lyre on his knees. He went from stroking the lyre with one hand and playing the lyre with the other to dancing with both hands at the same time.
The situation is changing.
Lu Zhaozhao saw that the faint light emitted by the Yun pipe in Master Bai Yuan's hand became stronger, and Ji He's plucking hands became faster and faster.
The storm was brewing, and everyone knew that the climax of the competition was about to come.
As he held his breath and concentrated, the dark green light began to expand outwards.
The yu tube continued to expand, its emerald green filling the view. It began to slowly write in the air, its ink-colored handwriting sloppily yet neatly written. Those close to Master Bai Yuan, such as Yue Cong, could immediately recognize it as his handwriting.
"A ruler who sees something desirable should reflect and know how to exercise self-discipline; when about to act, he should reflect and know how to stop in order to keep others at ease...By summarizing these ten reflections and promoting these nine virtues, appoint those who are capable and choose the good to follow. Then the wise will exert their counsel, the brave will exert their strength, the benevolent will spread their kindness, and the trustworthy will demonstrate their loyalty...Why bother to ponder, to perform duties for those below, to use up the intelligent eyes and ears, and to undermine the great principle of inaction?"
The ink was read out word by word by the people in the audience. The more they listened, the heavier their faces became.
The "Ten Thoughts of Admonition" is said to be a memorial submitted by a minister to the emperor, expressing heartfelt sentiments and heartfelt words. The principles of cultivation embodied in it were grasped by the ancestors of Wenyuan Academy. This masterpiece was the result of a lifetime of dedicated effort.
It is difficult for people who practice Taoism to understand the true meaning of it. It comes from the different environments and ways of thinking. In addition, the book-makers have given it an extremely high threshold. Therefore, although Wenyuan Academy is full of talented people, only a few can practice this technique.
"It is true that heroes have always emerged from young people." Master Bu Lu stood in the viewing platform, his eyes full of satisfaction and admiration.
The reason he broke the rules and accepted a disciple after a hundred years was because he was impressed by Master Bai Yuan's character. There are many people with outstanding talents, but those with excellent character are rare.
Qingsongzi, who was standing half a step behind him, was also filled with emotion. "It's been so many years since someone like this has appeared. Only our master was able to cultivate the Ten Thoughts Sutra to such a level at my age. None of the remaining brothers can even compare to me."
Outsiders may not be able to understand, but they were born in Wenyuan Academy and have undergone a hundred years of practice, so they naturally saw the difference in Master Bai Yuan at a glance. This difference is what all Wenyuan disciples have pursued for generations.
On the court, Ji He also felt the unique pressure and immediately stopped holding back. The stage of testing between the two sides was over, and what was next was a real showdown.
She pressed her hand hard on the strings, which were still rippled, and she smoothed them out forcefully. Then, she raised her hand again, and the sound of the piano changed.
For a moment, the solemnity of Qiu Feng Ci, the shock of Feng Lei Yin, and the strength of Guan Shan Yue seemed to be told from her hands.
Behind him, the leaves rustled. Although it was not yet autumn, they had already turned yellow and were falling. They seemed to be blown by the wind and were circling around the ring.
"Zheng!"
With a change of voice, the atmosphere suddenly changed.
Frost spread rapidly around Ji He, and the entire platform was covered with ice and snow. Master Bai Yuan tapped the ground with his toes, and ink swept around. Then, a whole article that was about to be written surrounded him with the fragrance of ink, blocking the attack of ice and snow.
Jihe's offensive continued, even affecting the outside of the field.
Yao Tong pulled Lu Zhaozhao back a step and explained in a low voice, "This piece of music was modified by Senior Sister based on Guangling San. That day, Senior Sister combined the Eighteen Beats of the Hujia with Guangling San and added her own ideas to create a new piece of music."
"No wonder it's so powerful." Lu Zhaozhao sighed. When she listened to the song just now, she felt vaguely familiar, but it was a little different from the song in her memory. After Yaotong's explanation, she realized that this familiarity was based on the ancient song, and the strangeness was the new idea after the modification.
Guangling San is passionate and majestic, encompassing not only the forbearance and murderous intent of a decade spent sharpening a sword, but also the exhilarating feeling of revenge. The Eighteen Beats of the Hujia, while also thrilling, is melancholy and melancholy, but its lingering, gentle melody makes it even more lyrical.
It is so difficult to merge two songs with completely different emotional tones and use one's own ingenuity to make them seamless.
"Fairy Jihe is truly a genius." She couldn't help but sigh again, and Yaotong also expressed her agreement.
Sect Leader Xian Ji, who was also in the viewing stand, also showed surprise in her eyes. She had no idea that besides Yao Tong, there was such a talented disciple in the sect.
The tune is set, and the attack follows.
But Master Bai Yuan would not stand there and take the beating, so he stopped playing the Yun pipe.
He formed seals with his hands and the ink began to move.
Invisible ink paper seemed to appear in the air, carrying the handwriting. In a moment, they were connected together. The ink was tinged with a silvery-white light, forming a sharp contrast between the two, with a breathtaking sense of movement.
Master Bai Yuan raised two fingers, closed his eyes and chanted softly. The barrier formed by ink was like a solid entity, blocking Ji He's attacks one by one, and it was indestructible. At the same time, the handwriting was constantly repeating, and the repeated handwriting turned into an attack, sweeping outward rapidly.
For a moment, countless ink-colored objects appeared in the air, appearing in every unexpected place in extremely irregular paths.
The situation began to get out of control, the attacks were so dense that they completely obscured the two of them. Outside the arena, no one could tell which side would win at this moment.
"Hold the emerald bamboo pipe with reserve, and break the golden bridle."
Kong You's voice came, and Lu Zhaozhao subconsciously turned around and saw Sang Pan's meaningful eyes.