Volume 2, Chapter 132: The Sword King plays the flute.
The snow melted quietly without anyone noticing.
Ripples appeared on the surface of Cang Lake again.
I don't know when the wind started blowing, but the cold current is gone.
With a slight warmth.
Spring is here.
This is a season of revival.
It should be a vibrant season.
However, there was no sign of new life on Ye Tingmu's body.
There are only endless scribbles.
Seemingly free and easy, but actually depressed.
Today, he came to the Zhaixing Palace as usual.
The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and I can pick stars with one hand. But I dare not speak loudly for fear of disturbing the people in the sky.
The Zhaixing Palace was originally built on the top of Tianzi Peak.
Looking at the world, the highest place is also the place closest to the sky.
Nowadays, Ye Tingmu always likes to wear a black robe.
With his chest open, he looks lazy and casual.
The wounds are now healed and the scars are gone, so there is no need to wrap them up as tightly as before.
The hair is a little messy.
His eyes were blurry and the heavy circles under his eyes made him look particularly old.
He looked up at the sky, and took a sip of the Emperor's Wine in his hand.
It has been more than a month since the group left Guanqi without saying goodbye.
During this period, he would still read, and after finishing his studies he liked to come here to drink.
People say that good wine can relieve a thousand worries.
But in Ye Tingmu's opinion, drinking to drown sorrows will only make sorrow worse.
But so what.
He understands all the principles of the world.
Some are from this world, and some are from the original Blue Planet.
But there are some truths, even if you understand them.
But if it really happens to you.
I would rather pretend to be confused.
However, you can be confused for a while, but you cannot be confused forever.
The passing of his brothers and sisters instantly dimmed his world.
If it weren't for Jinghong, he wouldn't know what to do.
He was taking a sip.
But what can I do? The wine jar is empty.
A feeling of helplessness appeared on his lips.
He couldn't help but let out a chuckle.
He lay on the roof, letting the warm sun shine down.
Watch the mottled light shine through the clouds and illuminate the earth.
He muttered quietly.
"This can't go on like this. It's time to do something."
He knew the cause and effect of the matter more or less.
He is already mentally prepared for what he will face in the future.
If everything goes according to track.
Why bother working hard? Just wait for God's will.
But to be honest, he was very unhappy with God's arrangement.
No matter what, let my younger brothers and sisters leave me and go on adventures.
It just doesn't work.
He doesn't want this to happen again.
So, he was thinking about what he should do.
And he found the answer.
He took out a jade flute from the package.
Crystal clear, with a milky white halo.
You can tell at first glance that this thing is definitely not an ordinary item.
He frowned.
He took out a book from his arms.
To be precise, it is a music score.
The top ten famous pieces of Dongxiao music.
He opened the first page, Misty Rain on Dongting Lake.
Took a glance.
Mo's eyebrows were furrowed even tighter.
“It’s really hard, but it doesn’t matter.”
He had a thousand years and he still didn't believe it.
As the saying goes, theory is the foundation, and practice is the hard truth.
Instead of complaining, try it boldly.
He took a deep breath.
"Isn't it just playing the flute? How difficult can it be?"
Then, the music started and the song came out.
Half an hour later.
The Star-Picking Palace was empty, with no one left.
Chao Feng brought the current prime minister with him to discuss some matters with Ye Tingmu.
Halfway through the journey, I heard a harsh sound.
Hence the surprise.
So he stopped a servant who was running out and asked, "What's going on?"
"Your Majesty, the Sword King is playing the flute again."
Chao Feng frowned and asked in surprise, "The Sword King is playing the flute, why are you running?"
The boy looked bitter.
He said in panic: "Three people have fainted. If we don't run away, I won't be able to hold on any longer."
Hearing this, the two of them gasped.
Although it's a bit exaggerated, but listening to the intermittent harsh sounds at this time.
Chao Feng did not dare to be careless.
He said, "Lord Wu, I don't think we need to ask the Sword King about this. You can handle it, right?"
King Wu Yan bowed and said solemnly, "Don't worry, Your Majesty. I can handle it."
"Okay, then retreat..."
A few days later, a rumor about the Sword King killing someone by playing the flute spread throughout the entire Zhulu City.
"Hey... have you heard? The Sword King has been learning a musical instrument recently. Guess what, he blew away the Star-Picking Palace."
"Isn't it? Two servants just went crazy at the Sword King's Mansion this morning, and they're recruiting people now."
"Hiss... Is it really so terrifying?"
"Who is the Sword King? He is the one who can bring peace to the world with his sword and shake the cycle of reincarnation with a single song."
"Speaking of which, can we recruit this person? This guy might even lose his life."
"I don't know about others, but I'm not going."
"Yes, 100 taels a month, too dangerous."
"What, 100 taels, are you sure?"
"certainly!"
"What are you going to do?"
"Go apply for a job!"
“You are not…”
"Money doesn't matter. The main thing is that I admire the Sword King and want to be closer to him."
These days, Ye Tingmu plays the flute anytime and anywhere.
Whether it's home or Zhaixing Palace.
Apart from reading, I basically just brag.
He also enjoyed it.
And I vaguely discovered that I could already control some of the notes.
This is also a kind of progress.
Of course, it also gave him hope.
He believes that where there is a will, there is a way.
You will definitely succeed.
Jinghong was already depressed, and now he is even more depressed.
My second brother, third brother, and sister are all gone, and my eldest brother has gone crazy.
But it makes her worried.
Wan Jin, Zhou Heisan and others were numb, completely numb.
The little monk had already run away and followed Li Gao back to Tiandao Temple.
Today, Tiandao Academy is led by Chao Xiao and managed by Li Changshou.
The two of them still have somewhere to go.
Zhou Heisan and Wan Jin couldn't escape.
One of them is a housekeeper and the other is responsible for taking Jinghong to school.
Where to hide?
Lin An, on the other hand, simply chose not to come back.
At this time, Zhou Heisan trotted over, patted Wan Jin, and said, "Fatty, did you tell me about my brother's matter?"
Wanjin made a bitter face.
"Haha...you think too highly of me. I wouldn't dare to do that."
"Then tell me what to do. Half of the maids and servants have run away. If this continues, my power will be unstable!"
And on the roof of Zhaixing Palace.
Ye Tingmu was still playing the flute contentedly.
When the sound is heard.
All insects and ants avoid it.
Xu Ping'an's face darkened.
Shooting down from the sky.
Finally it landed beside Ye Tingmu.
Ye Tingmu glanced at him and said, "Brother Xu, you're here just in time. I feel like I've improved a lot. I'll perform a song for you."
"No, that's not necessary."
Xu Ping'an looked a little unhappy.
Ye Tingmu asked: "What's wrong? You don't look very happy."
Xu Ping'an just wanted to curse in his heart.
What a pretty face.
You almost carried away my own Zhaixing Palace.
He groaned.
Said: "Sword King, then I will speak frankly!"
"Go ahead, I still have to practice the song after that."
"Can I ask you to stop blowing here?"
Ye Tingmu was stunned and asked, "Why?"
"Consider this as a plea from you. Considering that I risked my life for you, can you let Zhaixing Gong live?"
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