Chapter 32 Chapter 32 (Catching Bugs) The murderous flute sound.
Jiang Yan insisted on taking the music class, but Master He Huan insisted on not letting him go.
"Why?" Jiang Yan asked.
——Because I’m afraid you’ll never pass the end-of-term examination.
He Huan Zhenren carefully considered his words and asked, "Yan'er, from childhood to adulthood, has there ever been a teacher who taught you to play the flute?"
If you have been self-taught, then maybe there is still hope.
Jiang Yan nodded: "Yes."
Master Hehuan felt a chill in his heart.
Jiang Yan: "There are many people in my clan who are good at music. One of them is a very famous musician. My mother invited her to give me lessons."
I was actually taught by a master!
He Huan Zhenren couldn't help but ask: "...Didn't the teacher give any comments?"
Jiang Yan hid his pride and pretended not to care, saying, "The teacher praised me for my talent. I will definitely be a great talent in the future!"
Master Hehuan's heart was completely chilled.
Oh no, the master can actually endure the evil sound and tell lies to coax children!
Jiang Yan scratched his cheek and said in confusion: "When I was young, I often played the flute for my parents."
"But my parents don't seem to like music. Every time I play the flute, they applaud, but their expressions become more and more stiff."
Jiang Yan recalled the past and said, "Over time, I realized that they were not interested in this. The reason they listened patiently was just because they loved me."
He also played it once for his former mentor at the magic academy, but the mentor fainted before he finished listening. After waking up, he told him that he was cursed to pass out when he heard the flute sound, and it had nothing to do with Jiang Yan.
Jiang Yan once wanted to find a way to remove the curse for his mentor, but his mentor refused frantically, so he had to give up.
But he never played the bamboo flute in the academy again - in order to prevent his tutor from being poisoned and falling into a coma.
Jiang Yan said calmly: "I don't want to force them to do something they don't like, so I haven't touched the flute for many years."
He Huan Zhenren asked tentatively: "Apart from your parents and your former teacher, has no one else ever heard the sound of the flute?"
Jiang Yan shook his head innocently: "No."
He Huan Zhenren was unwilling to accept this. How could such a devilish sound only harm his own people?
Yan'er has grown to this age now. If anyone tells the truth, he would not still think that the music he plays is from heaven.
He Huan Zhenren asked with a burning gaze, "Why hasn't anyone else heard of it?"
Do you really only harm your own people?
Jiang Yan: "Because Teacher Luna doesn't let me play the flute often, she said that my flute sound is a rare treasure in the world and the most beautiful work of art. Only the people I cherish and my family can listen to it, and no one else can listen to it.
Master Hehuan was stunned.
"But when I asked you to play two pieces of music for me, you agreed readily."
Jiang Yan said as a matter of course: "Because Master is not someone else, he is my master. I cherish you and regard you as my family, how can I be so distant?"
Master Hehuan opened his mouth, then closed it again with a complicated expression.
He was so touched.
But dare not move.
He Huan Zhenren sighed and said, "Yan'er must be very popular in the clan. Does everyone like you very much?"
Jiang Yan nodded: "Everyone is very nice to me."
Zhenren Hehuan said to himself, no wonder it is like this.
No one dared to tell the truth and hurt the heart of their beloved child. Not only that, they were also worried that outsiders would say harsh words to make Jiang Yan sad, so they told Jiang Yan not to play the flute to outsiders, and only to his relatives, friends, and partner.
If someone truly loves Yan'er, when he asks "Does it sound good?", even if they are telling the truth, they will carefully consider the measures and will not say anything unpleasant.
If you are a hypocritical person...
Zhenren Hehuan firmly believed that no one who only played for fun could remain calm under Jiang Yan's bamboo flute.
There really is that kind of person who respects the other person as a ruthless person.
"The elders love their children deeply." Master Hehuan sighed.
He Huan has lived for hundreds of years, experienced many changes, and seen the complexity and good and bad of human nature. Even so, he is still moved by the ordinary and sincere love in the world.
But this cannot change one fact - Jiang Yan's flute music only harms his own people.
Master Hehuan wanted to cry but had no tears.
"Master, can I take music lessons?" Jiang Yan asked expectantly. "My parents don't allow me to learn musical instruments at the clan school. They always invite teachers to teach at home. I have never had the experience of taking music theory lessons with my classmates."
Master Hehuan pondered for a moment, but finally agreed.
"Well, if you insist..."
Jiang Yan's face lit up with joy.
He Huan Zhenren emphasized: "However, I have a small suggestion——"
**
"Is this why you found me?"
In the pavilion where the wine was flowing through the winding stream, there was a thin man sitting behind a jade zither.
He slowly brushed away the non-existent dust on the zither, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Because I'm not sure if my zither skills are good enough to take classes, so let me listen to it in advance and make a decision?"
"That's right." said Master Hehuan.
This is the teacher who teaches music, a senior elder of the Hehuan Sect, named Yu Song.
It’s not a big problem if the teacher examines the students in advance.
Yu Song: "It's my duty, no problem. This one——"
"Jiang Yan greets Elder Yu." Jiang Yan bowed respectfully.
Yu Song nodded slightly: "Jiang Yan, what instrument do you learn?"
"flute."
"Okay, don't be nervous, let's start." Yu Song sat upright, listening attentively.
"yes!"
Jiang Yan looked serious as he took out his bamboo flute. Many thoughts flashed through his mind and he quickly decided what song he wanted to play.
He placed the blowing hole of the bamboo flute under his lips, with his fingers hovering over the sound hole. After he was ready, he blew air slowly and began to play the music.
This sound was like a bolt of thunder out of the blue, making Yu Song open his eyes wide.
All the elegant demeanor disappeared in a breath.
Yu Song's face showed fear, and he couldn't help but lean back.
Master Hehuan standing aside revealed a mysterious smile.
Fortunately, he had blocked his ears with spiritual power in advance.
Jiang Yan closed his eyes slightly, unaware of anything, and played his flute seriously.
Demonic sounds pierced my ears, thunder rumbled from the sky, mountains collapsed and rocks cracked... that was all.
Yu Song has been teaching the qin in Hehuan Sect for a hundred years, and he is professional and dedicated.
Even in the face of such torture, he still suppressed his instinct to escape and tried hard to distinguish the music.
The air was filled with murderous intent and a chilling chill.
This is music to kill, without a doubt.
If Young Master Jiang Yan were to add spiritual power to the sound of his flute, the power of this piece of music would spiral upwards.
Yu Song was amazed in his heart, he didn't expect that Jiang Yan had already mastered the unique skills of sound cultivation at such a young age.
——The music that does not use spiritual energy can also be lethal, killing people without shedding blood, and it has great power invisibly.
No wonder the other party asked him to decide in advance whether he could go to class. If Jiang Yan practiced only these special skills, for the sake of his classmates' physical and mental health, he really couldn't go.
The only problem is…
When will this piece of music be finished?
If he continues to listen, he will be "killed", or at the very least, he will have a splitting headache.
Yu Song thought about it for a while and had already formed his evaluation in his mind. He caught a glimpse of Master Hehuan out of the corner of his eye and knew what the other party was doing without having to guess.
Yu Song was furious!
You asked me to do something for you, and made me listen to a deadly flute sound without any preparation, and you dared to block your ears?
He was afraid that Master He Huan was teasing him on purpose and wanted to embarrass him by using Jiang Yan's flute music.
Seeing that Jiang Yan had not finished playing a piece of music, Yu Song's mind suddenly turned and an idea came to him in a flash.
The gentle and kind young man became more solemn as he listened, with an expression of approval in his eyes.
He nodded from time to time, and straightened his body from the leaning back position to sit upright, as if he was listening attentively to the master's music.
Master Hehuan was very surprised.
That’s not right. Could it be that this kid also has his ears blocked?
Looking closely, there was no spiritual power surrounding Yu Song's ears, so it was obvious that he could hear.
As Jiang Yan's fingers frequently switch tone holes, the music is reaching its climax.
Yu Song even leaned forward, as if he wanted to hear more clearly, and he seemed to say the word "OK".
Master Hehuan became more and more confused.
Is there something wrong with his ears and aesthetic taste, or has Jiang Yan's flute playing skills suddenly improved?
Zhenren Hehuan half-believingly withdrew the spiritual power that blocked his ears' hearing.
The next second, the passionate flute sound suddenly rushed into his ears, shattering Hehuan Zhenren's heart like the sound of gongs and drums.
Master He Huan:!!!
He didn't dare to delay for a second and immediately blocked his ears.
It was simply deadly, especially since Jiang Yan was right next to him. The two were so close that the lethality of the flute sound was doubled.
Zhenren Hehuan looked at Yu Song quickly, and Yu Song smiled at him.
“…”
In this situation, what else is there to understand? I was just fooled!
He Huan Zhenren responded with a mouth shape: [Shameless.]
Yu Song retorted unyieldingly: [You deserve it.]
He Huan Zhenren: [Childish! ]
Yu Song: [Not as childish as you.]
Just as He Huan Zhenren was about to get angry, he saw Yu Song adjust his expression and posture as if changing his face, and the curve of the smile on his lips was just right, gentle and warm.
Master Hehuan quickly looked at his young disciple beside him, and sure enough, the other party had finished playing a tune, and his right hand holding the bamboo flute also dropped.
The young man looked at Yu Song, opening and closing his mouth as he spoke.
Zhenren Hehuan quickly removed the spiritual power that was plugging his ears. Fortunately, Yan'er didn't notice his little action, otherwise if she got angry, he wouldn't know how to comfort her.
Jiang Yan wanted to perform well in front of the teacher, so he concentrated on the bamboo flute in his hand. He was very nervous after playing it, wondering what comments Yu Song would give.
He bowed to Yu Song to indicate that he had finished playing the piece.
Then, he earnestly sought guidance from his teacher: "There are still many deficiencies. Elder Yu, please give me some advice."
Master Hehuan suddenly became nervous.
He stood behind his young disciple, staring at Yu Song fiercely, and tried his best to wink and mouth: [Don’t be so harsh, be careful with your words! ]
Yu Song and He Huan Zhenren do not have the tacit understanding of a half-baked copper coin.
The sentence was too long and he couldn't understand it.
...What a weird thing! Could it be that he wants to plead for his disciple and let him enter his class?
Yu Song turned his eyes away speechlessly, no longer giving Master He Huan any glances.
Yu Song sat upright, his face indifferent: "Young friend Jiang Yan, when I give advice to people, I always say what I think, never hold back, and I will never lie to save anyone's face."
Jiang Yan realized something and looked back.
He Huan Zhenren restrained himself in a second, looked at him with a smile and said, "Disciple, what's the matter?"
Jiang Yan: “…”
He pursed his thin lips and did not expose her. Instead, he turned around and bowed to Yu Song again.
"Elder Yu, there's no need to beat around the bush. Just say whatever you want to say. I can handle it."
"Okay, since you said so." Yu Song said bluntly, "Young friend Jiang Yan, I will not let you enter my school."
Jiang Yan's expression froze for a moment, but he still asked calmly: "May I ask why you refused to let me in, Elder?"
Master Hehuan was almost mad with anger.
He felt a little regretful that he shouldn't have come up with this stupid idea. There were many ways to let Jiang Yan know the truth and give up learning the flute, so why bother to find Yu Song.
Knowing that Yu Song had a bad temper, she should have told him in advance. What should Yan'er do if she was upset?
"Yu Song! Wait a minute——" Master Hehuan opened his mouth to stop him.
"Master." Jiang Yan turned around again, his eyes firm and his expression persistent.
He Huan Zhenren: “…Alas.”
He waved his hand, indicating that he would not stop it.
Whatever! If Yan'er is sad, he can just go down the mountain to eat roast duck, if one is not enough, then two!
Jiang Yan was ready to speak: "Elder Yu, please speak."
Yu Song snorted coldly: "Your master probably wants you to learn the flute from me, so he tries every means to wink at me, but I won't let him do what he wants."
He Huan Zhenren: “……?”
It seems, as if, that something is wrong.
Yu Song: "Young friend Jiang Yan, there is only one reason why you were rejected! That is——"
Jiang Yan and Master He Huan couldn't help but hold their breath.
The next moment, Yu Song smiled and said, "Because your flute sound is so perfect! There is really nothing I can teach you."
How else could he teach me such a perfect killing flute sound?
Jiang Yan:!!!
He Huan Zhenren: ???
Master Hehuan had a lot of question marks on his head, and the confusion in his eyes could not be hidden at all.
——Did he hear it wrong, or was Yu Song driven crazy by Yan'er's flute music?
He Huan Zhenren rubbed his ears and heard Yu Song's unstoppable and heartfelt praise:
"My dear friend, your flute playing is truly extraordinary! It's so perfect!"
Jiang Yan: “!”
He Huan Zhenren: “?”
Yu Song: "Every turn of the tone is like a corner where a killer hides. The swordsman walks carefully with the sword in hand, and his originally steady breathing becomes disordered by the killer's sudden attack."
"As the two men fought each other, no one noticed that a new uninvited guest was hiding in the shadows, staring at them darkly, ready to strike at any time!"
He Huan Zhenren: ? ?
Yu Song: "The clear sound of the flute hides a murderous intent..."
He pointed his chin towards somewhere, motioning everyone to look.
Jiang Yan and Master He Huan looked in the direction he pointed.
——It was a pigeon with its back to them, shaking its head on the floor, flapping its wings desperately but unable to fly.
Yu Song said kindly: "Did you see it? It just fell from the eaves. My friend Jiang Yan, your flute sound has such power without even using spiritual power. Even the birds and beasts are shocked by it!"
I was so scared that I fainted, and only woke up after falling from the roof to the floor. Even after waking up, I couldn't fly!
Jiang Yan: “!!!”
Mom and Dad were right, his flute playing could really move the birds.
Master He Huan: “…………”
He was not simply silent, he was just mourning for the innocent pigeons passing by.
It was obvious that he was frightened to the point of feeling dizzy and unable to fly.
Yu Song said frankly: "My friend, you see, it's not that I don't want to teach you, but you have already learned it, and I have nothing to teach you."
What a great killing weapon! What else do you need him to teach you?
It was the first time that Jiang Yan was praised like this by a master of musical instruments, and the praise was so direct and undisguised!
The young man's cheeks turned slightly red due to the praise, and his clear voice became much softer.
"I see... I thought I played it so badly." Jiang Yan looked away sheepishly and thanked him softly, his eyes and brows filled with uncontrollable joy.
He Huan Zhenren: “.”
Yu Song waved his hands and said, "How is that possible! I see you carrying a sword and having achieved so much. Are you practicing both sword and music?"
Very reasonable.
Sword cultivators are all murderous, so they can practice flute sounds that can kill people.
Jiang Yan quickly denied: "Elder Yu, I am just an ordinary sword cultivator, not a sound cultivator."
Hearing this, Yu Song was slightly amazed: "Oh? You haven't studied it specifically, you're amazing."
Jiang Yan was so flattered by the praise that if it weren't for his personality, he would have been inflated to the sky.
Master Hehuan couldn't bear to listen any longer.
I give up. It turns out that the problem wasn’t with his ears, but with Yu Song’s brain.
He responded with a few perfunctory remarks, then took Jiang Yan and left.
Only after he was completely away from Yu Song did He Huan Zhen slow down his pace.
With a hint of confusion and curiosity, he asked, "Yan'er, what song are you playing today? Ambush from All Sides?"
Jiang Yan replied: "It's the lullaby from my hometown."
He Huan Zhenren: “Ah?”
Jiang Yan: "Because it is a song that is well known in the clan, I am not afraid of making mistakes... As for the others, I am worried that I might play the wrong tune due to nervousness."
After he finished speaking, Jiang Yan's brain logic, which had been broken down due to too much praise, finally came back online.
He asked hesitantly, "Master, I was playing a lullaby, how did Elder Yu hear the layers of murderous intent?"
He Huan Zhenren: “…”
He Huan Zhenren smiled slightly and said, "Yu Song sometimes has sudden seizures. His brain doesn't work well, and he often misinterprets sleep as death."
Jiang Yan exclaimed "Ah" in surprise.
He Huan Zhenren: "Hush! This is the biggest gossip of our sect, and it cannot be easily revealed. Just listen to it, and don't spread it to others!"
Perhaps it is because the image of Hehuan Zhenren, who loves to eat melon seeds and listen to gossip, is too deeply rooted in people's minds.
Jiang Yan did not doubt it at all, but took note of it seriously.
"Yes, Master."
——Elder Yu sometimes has problems with his brain and mistakes sleep for death.
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