Chapter 48 Chapter 48 Jiang Yan blew the first blow. …
Jiang Yan was taken by Gu Jingyun to travel around and had "wasted" his entire vacation.
The two rode Zhuiyue and Zhuifeng, passing through streams, crossing mountains and forests, visiting lively gatherings in towns, and even trying to steer the boat themselves and pass under bridges.
They have heard the sounds of wind and rain in the forest, the string music of singing girls on the river bank, and the fascinating storytelling in the teahouse.
Ride a horse to chase the sunrise and sit on the top of the mountain to wait for the sunset.
The two men sat side by side on a huge rock on the cliff, two similar yet opposite long swords placed side by side between them, and two strings of hanging peace knot sword tassels lying flat on the ground.
Jiang Yan lowered his head and saw that the tassels of the two swords were tangled together. He subconsciously reached out to separate them and carefully smoothed them out.
What to do if they get tangled together?
It would be a pity to cut it off.
As she moved, her hair fell down, covering her eyes.
Just as Jiang Yan was about to push it away, the man sitting next to him leaned closer, gently pushed away the strands of hair that were blocking the Immortal Lord's brows, and tucked them behind the Immortal Lord's ears.
Jiang Yan raised his eyes quietly.
He saw his own reflection in Gu Jingyun's gentle eyes.
If you turn your head again, you can see the shadows of the two people cast behind them by the afterglow of the setting sun, and because they are approaching each other, their shadows are leaning against each other.
Mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, sun, moon and stars.
It seems like there are shadows of them walking side by side.
The day before returning to the sect, Jiang Yan was blindfolded by Gu Jingyun and taken to an unfamiliar field by flying on a sword.
Jiang Yan smelled the fragrance of the flowers and his ears caught the gentle sound of the butterfly's wings fluttering in the wind.
It's a flower field.
"...You know, my ears have always been sensitive, so covering my eyes is not very useful." Jiang Yan said tactfully.
Gu Jingyun said, "You ruined the atmosphere. Ah Yan, you should pretend you don't understand at times like this."
Jiang Yan: “Oh.”
The young man thought for a moment, pinched his throat clumsily, and asked in surprise and anxiety: "Jingyun, where are you taking me? Are we there yet? I always feel like there is a cliff ahead--"
Gu Jingyun: “…”
This sound is sandwiched.
He is the one who should be afraid.
Gu Jingyun gave in and said, "You'd better continue to understand." Stop it.
Jiang Yan curled his lips and smiled proudly.
"Besides, why is it a cliff? Would I put you in danger?" Gu Jingyun asked.
"That's not necessarily true." Jiang Yan had no suspicion of his best friend and said casually, "My people always say that humans are very cunning."
"..." Gu Jingyun paused for a moment, pretending he hadn't heard anything, and smiled nonchalantly: "If I really took you to the edge of the cliff, what would you do?"
Jiang Yan asked: "Will you push me down?"
Gu Jingyun: "It's hard to say. After all, I'm very cunning and have bad intentions."
Jiang Yan: "Then I'll drag you down with me."
In this situation, Gu Jingyun really wanted to say something dissolute, such as "To die under the peony flowers, even as a ghost is still romantic", but he didn't dare.
I had to say tactfully: "If one day in the future you blindfold me and take me away, I will dare to jump even if it is a bottomless abyss."
Jiang Yan said sharply: "Of course you dare, it's not like you can't fly with a sword. I'm different."
"I asked you to learn from me, but you refused."
"...We'll discuss this later!"
"Never mind. Anyway, I'm very good at flying people with swords, so it's not impossible for me to give you half of the seat on the Sword of Questioning the Heart."
"You are such a good person." Jiang Yan said sincerely.
Gu Jingyun: “…”
Jiang Yan: "So how long will I have to be blindfolded?"
Gu Jingyun took a deep breath and said helplessly: "Right now, take two more steps."
Jiang Yan: “Oh.”
Gu Jingyun still half-hugged Jiang Yan from behind, covering his eyes.
They flew on swords several times, and Gu Jingyun was the one carrying them each time. Jiang Yan was sometimes held in front of Gu Jingyun, and sometimes held behind him.
After being held so many times, Jiang Yan has long been desensitized.
Gu Jingyun sometimes wanted to be polite, but Jiang Yan asked him to control himself.
——"Why are you like my dad, just putting your hands on my shoulders but not holding me tight! I have a psychological trauma from this scene, otherwise, you can let me go to the back and I will hold you myself."
Gu Jingyun didn't want to be a father, so he had no choice but to follow suit and hold the person in his arms.
But unexpectedly, after a long time, he no longer regarded him as a father, but as an elder brother.
Now, he deliberately brought people to the flower fields that he had selected in advance, just to change this situation!
Gu Jingyun coaxed people to walk forward until they came to a small meadow in the middle of the sea of flowers.
He had arranged it in advance.
The fragrance of the flowers became stronger and stronger, and Jiang Yan guessed that they had reached the center.
You said you wanted to give him a surprise, but what on earth was that?
It's not like I haven't seen flowers before, so why be so mysterious? I don't understand.
Since it was Gu Jingyun, Jiang Yan patiently played with him.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Yeah." Gu Jingyun slowly moved his hand away.
Jiang Yan half-opened one eye tentatively, then let out a small cry of surprise and opened both eyes completely.
Before my eyes is a gorgeous sea of flowers, with all colors of the pastel colors covering the ground. The flowers are swaying in the wind, and butterflies are dancing among the buds.
It is surrounded by towering stone walls, and a bubbling spring can be seen not far away.
"Where is this...?" Jiang Yan was shocked: "You took me to the bottom of the valley?"
They flew here on swords.
Gu Jingyun's sword-controlling skills were too high, and Jiang Yan was blindfolded, so his spiritual power blocked the wind direction, and he didn't feel that he was flying downwards at all.
Jiang Yan thought he was on flat ground!
"We watched the sunrise together that day, and you asked what was under the cliff, didn't you?" Gu Jingyun said with a smile, "Later, I came here to explore alone and found the sea of flowers here. There is hot spring water flowing through the valley, so the flowers bloomed early."
"Oh." Jiang Yan's first thought was, "I guessed it right. You really brought me to the edge of the cliff."
Gu Jingyun: “…”
Is this the point?
never mind.
Gu Jingyun compromised with the wooden spirit and took the initiative to start the next topic: "Ayan, before, you said that you are good at playing musical instruments."
Jiang Yan's eyes lit up and he nodded without hesitation.
"Yes, I'm good at the flute." His eyes were full of expectation, and he asked, "Jing Yun wants to play a song with me?"
Of course Gu Jingyun wanted to, he wanted to very much.
"We agreed at the beginning that we would play together if there was a chance, right? Otherwise, I wouldn't have brought you here on purpose."
He took out the harp.
The zither is simple and mellow, and the body of the zither is made from the positive side of a paulownia wood column. The top and bottom are equal, and the void and solid are proportionate. With a casual plucking, the strings and wood sound harmonious.
The sound of the piano is clear and melodious, echoing in the valley. Butterflies fly around the petals, as if dancing to the music.
However, just by playing the piano casually, one can tell that the young master's piano skills are outstanding, and it is definitely not at the level of "knowing a little bit".
"Nice zither." Jiang Yan praised, "Does this zither have a name?"
"My name is Jiuxiao."
Gu Jingyun raised his eyebrows and sat cross-legged on the grass. In front of him was a stone, not too big or too small, but just enough to serve as a piano table.
You can tell at a glance that it is well prepared.
He asked slowly, "I'm ready, Ayan, where's your flute?"
Jiang Yan quickly took out his flute.
Gu Jingyun looked closely and found that the flute looked like a very ordinary bamboo flute that could be seen everywhere.
"This flute—"
Jiang Yan shook it and said, "It doesn't have a name. It's a flute given by the master for disciples to practice with. The master said that if it breaks, I can go to Elder Yu to get it back."
"Oh." Gu Jingyun kept it in mind silently.
Jiang Yan was eager to try, and asked excitedly: "How about I play a song for you first?"
Gu Jingyun: "Okay."
He was ready, and when Jiang Yan finished playing the tune, he said, "I want to play a song of Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix for you."
The phoenix seeks the hen.
It is perfect to use it to express your feelings.
It is subtle and implicit, but even people who don't know how to play musical instruments will understand the meaning of this song when they hear its name.
After Ayan agreed, they played another song together.
The harp and flute play together, and the zither and the qin sound in harmony.
Just like his most beautiful vision for his Taoist partner back then.
Gu Jingyun was full of expectations.
A few steps away, Jiang Yan had already taken his stance, with his lips placed over the blowing hole and his white fingers resting on the sound hole.
A man who looks like the moon in the sky and a fairy in a painting is holding a bamboo flute. A butterfly flutters over and hovers at the end of the flute. All around him are blooming flowers, as if in a dream.
Gu Jingyun had never seen such a beautiful person.
He looked at Jiang Xianjun, his eyes full of love——
"Beep!" Jiang Yan blew the first sound.
Gu Jingyun: “…” The kettle made a sound.
The butterfly suddenly took flight - it was really fleeing in panic, without any moisture at all.
Jiang Yan played the flute with great enthusiasm and passion.
He had never been so serious.
Just because he wanted to show his best flute skills to Gu Jingyun.
This song is like a mountain collapse and the earth splitting, like a tsunami and flooding, as if the next second will be the end of the world when the mountains will be gone and the sky and the earth will merge.
Gu Jingyun watched with his own eyes that all the flowers in the valley seemed to have withered a little at this moment. Not a single butterfly stayed in the flowers, and all of them flapped their wings frantically and flew out.
Jiang Yan caught a glimpse of the butterflies flapping their wings in the sky, and felt a little happy.
ah.
Is this the legendary butterfly dancing around?
It is said that this scene will only appear when one’s musical skills reach a certain level!
He played more and more vigorously, consciously putting all his richest emotions into the sound of the flute.
But the butterflies did not stop and their formation began to become messy.
Some were still flying, but others were descending and falling back into the flowers and buds.
Maybe the butterfly is tired of flying.
Jiang Yan thought.
Gu Jingyun: “…”
If I'm not mistaken, those butterflies just now seemed to have fainted.
After Jiang Yan finished playing a tune, he breathed a sigh of relief with contentment.
His master refused to let him play the flute in the Hehuan Sect. He hasn't felt so happy in a long time.
There's also a valley here for added sound effects, what a great place.
Jiang Yan turned his head and looked at the young master.
"Jingyun, how is my flute playing?"
In his sight, the young master was still sitting there, looking dazed, as if he had not yet come back to his senses.
Jiang Yan walked towards him and looked down.
"Huh? A butterfly landed on your piano... Why aren't its wings moving?"
Gu Jingyun: “…………”
This is the most critical second between life and death when making a decision.
Gu Jingyun recalled what Jiang Yan often said:
"Elder Yu praised my perfect flute sound. Although I am a sword cultivator, I have the strength of a music cultivator."
"Master said that Elder Yu has a bad brain and misinterpreted sleep as death"
"My parents praised my flute for being able to move birds and animals, but for some reason, they didn't seem to like listening to the sound of the flute."
…
Got it.
I totally understand!!
"Huh? Jingyun, why don't you speak?" Jiang Yan asked in confusion and wanted to squat down to check the butterfly.
The young master has excellent psychological quality.
He picked up the butterfly, whose life was unknown, without changing his expression, and held it in his palm. Without letting Jiang Yan take a closer look, he quickly placed the butterfly on a flower bud a little further away.
"Let it sleep and don't disturb it." Gu Jingyun said.
"What's wrong with it?" Jiang Yan asked.
"Ayan's flute music is intoxicating. If you listen to it too much, it will be like a person drinking too much alcohol and passing out." Gu Jingyun replied.
Jiang Yan: "...Really? Is it still possible?"
Gu Jingyun asked back: "When you played the flute in the past, did birds and animals often fall in front of you?"
Jiang Yan tried hard to recall and nodded.
Gu Jingyun said firmly: "So this is the truth!"
Do you want him to say, "Your flute music is so bad that it's enough to kill people"?
Absolutely not!
He would never be the bad guy and let the truth affect the relationship between him and Ayan!
Jiang Yan couldn't wait to ask: "Jing Yun, what song are we going to play together?"
Gu Jingyun: "...Guangling San."
Guangling San is mainly used for killing and fighting, which is perfect for it.
Jiang Yan: "Okay."
Gu Jingyun sighed inwardly.
He was not careful for a moment, and his chance to play the Phoenix Solo was gone.
To be honest, after listening to Jiang Yan's music, his internal organs and ears have not yet recovered.
It is difficult to have full love——
Jiang Yan raised the bamboo flute and then put it down.
He asked, "Jingyun, you haven't commented on my flute playing yet."
Gu Jingyun said without hesitation: "Ayan's flute sound is really perfect. I like it very much."
Jiang Yan asked suspiciously, "Really?"
Gu Jingyun looked at him with sincerity in his eyes.
"I do."
This is not a lie.
What’s the use of nature’s music? What’s the use of being tone-deaf?
He likes all the songs played by Ayan.
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