Fifty Views of the Life Flute
Patriarch Lu felt a little regretful. He should have explained clearly to this young Wei family member who was not very smart, what kind of person Lu Yinche was.
Who made this guy come up and yell, "Who is Lu Yinche? Quickly tie him up and make amends to my bed!"
The three or four people with the surname Lu were so scared that they almost fell off their stools and sat on the ground staring at each other.
Who do you want to kidnap?
Someone drag this idiot out?!
Even when people were shouting and beating Lu Yinche three hundred years ago, not everyone dared to come and point fingers at him and curse him.
If you want to stand on the moral high ground and look down on others, either you are strong enough to beat them, or you are more moral and have the capital to scold them. Otherwise, it is safer to hide behind others and act as a supporter.
Besides, even if Patriarch Mingye has done ten thousand wrong things and has so many sins to atone for, what's the point of giving him bed?
What? Do you want to be Sword Saint Yan today?
Patriarch Lu was also in a dilemma.
In the past few years, the Lu family has been surviving in the cracks of Qichuan, and the Wei and Zhou families have been pressing them step by step. For this reason, they even gave up the marriage contract of their eldest son Lu Denglian.
Now that the Wei family came to cancel the engagement, although it was a pity because the young lady of the Wei family was indeed a good person, it was also a relief for Lu Denglian, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
I can't apologize to Young Master Wei and say that our ancestor is old and confused and easy to offend, so please bear with me? But intentionally or unintentionally, I want to remind this person that there is no "Yin" generation in the Lu family in recent generations. Think about the name of Lu Yinche, think about it, use the thing on your neck to think about it!
He just refuses to see the light and insists that he's attracted to this girl. Hurry up and send her to the house today. It's in the courtyard outside and she needs to be cleaned up!
What should we do with him?
A powerful person in the palm realm came in during the journey. No one knew how the Wei family bribed him to serve them. He glared and told the Third Young Master Wei that Lu Denglian was in the clan today. It turned out that she had an injury to her leg and was sent back by the sect.
This was a big deal. Young Master Wei was completely furious and said, "If we don't come today, how long do you want to deceive us?"
The Lu family is suffering.
I've been there many times over the years. When I wanted to push things forward, the Wei family was vague. When I wanted to cancel the engagement, the Wei family refused to give in. The visiting card that Lu Denghe left after his injury might still be hidden under some eight-immortals table in the Wei family's lobby.
Now the talented person they had their eyes on was ruined and was no longer a disciple of a major sect. The people from the Wei family had also climbed up the social ladder, and they had found a ready-made excuse to attack them.
Clan leader Lu accompanied him in his troubles, and it was over in just one day, which was a good opportunity to put an end to the disaster.
Who knows, it’s okay that Young Master Wei doesn’t know Lu Yinche’s name, but he also doesn’t recognize Yan Yanshu and Sword Saint Feng Ling?
Lu Yinche couldn't help laughing: "Tell him who you are." His expression showed that he was enjoying the fun. Yan Yanshu knew him well, and he knew that what he meant was that he was hoping that he would say "I am his adulterer." Yan Yanshu would never say that.
But he also doted on Lu Yinche, so he said, "Cheng Xiaozong Yan Yanshu, he is my Taoist companion, my husband."
Young Master Wei took three steps back, looking as if he had seen a ghost.
The powerful man in the palm realm behind him originally had an idle and idle expression, but his pupils were shocked when he heard what he said. He raised his hand to make a gesture and run away, but Lu Yinche hit his hand with a sword intent and forced him to stay.
"It's not easy to cultivate to this level, and I have to take care of the children running around. It seems that the money given by the Wei family is not enough."
"You, you, stop talking nonsense! Do you dare to impersonate the Sword Saint?"
But this person clearly recited the name of the powerful. Besides, besides, wasn't that incident three hundred years ago that shocked the world the Lu family's renegade ancestor, pierced by the sword of Feng Ling Sword Saint? What was that ancestor's name, Lu, Lu something?
"Didn't you two break up? Why didn't you stab him to death?" He pointed at Lu Yinche and then at Yan Yanshu, speaking without thinking.
Yan Yanshu pursed his lips, looking unhappy. The sharp sword light around him flickered out a shadow.
Young Master Wei's legs were shaking like those of an 80 or 90-year-old man in the mortal world, or someone who had suffered a stroke.
Lu Yinche felt that asking him to take action was a bit too cheap, so he tugged at Yan Yanshu's sleeve and said with a relaxed look: "He's alive, not a ghost. Don't have nightmares when you go back."
Young Master Wei was so excited that he wished he had seen a ghost. When he heard that he had to "go back", he turned around and ran away without caring about anything else. The "thugs" he brought with him ran faster than him. Only one person with a conscience knew to help him and took him away with them.
Lu Yinche shook his head: "Young people nowadays."
The masked man standing behind Dongfang Yu clapped his hands.
"You're living a good life, Che."
Who is it? Why is he calling her so intimately? Could it be an old lover that he has forgotten?
That doesn't make sense. Logically speaking, how could he have a second lover? Don't let those storybooks confuse you.
Yan Yanshu did not put away his sword intent. Instead, he turned to the masked man and said, "You are not worthy of calling him that."
"Hmm? Who is he?" Seeing that neither of them had any intention of revealing their identities, Lu Yinche simply asked for clarification. But Yan Yanshu just stared at the person opposite him, very serious. Seeing this, the masked man took off the hood he was wearing and handed it to Dongfang Yu standing nearby. He then slowly and methodically removed the black veil wrapped around his face, one strip at a time, revealing a very ordinary face.
There are no ugly scars or shameful marks.
Why would he cover it up so tightly, so shameful? What was there to be ashamed of about this face? It was neither ugly nor beautiful, a great advantage. It was the kind of face you wouldn't be able to remember even if you looked at it a hundred times.
"Don't you feel ashamed of using someone else's face?" Yan Yanshu said.
Lu Yinche was at a distance, and his eyesight wasn't enough to tell if the person across from him was in disguise or using some other technique. Yan Yanshu must have had his reasons for saying this, perhaps because he had seen the person's true appearance.
The man said calmly: "Of course not."
He extended his hand towards Lu Yinche: "Ache, come over here."
Yan Yanshu held Lu Yinche's hand tightly.
The latter comforted him: "Don't be nervous, I don't even know who he is, won't you explain it to me?"
The atmosphere of their stalemate was very strange. Clan leader Lu had long seen that the situation was not good, and he was very tactful and took the idlers, including the two brothers Lu Denghe, aside. Dongfang Yu wanted to follow Lu Denglian, but after looking at his companions, he finally gritted his teeth and stayed where he was.
Yan Yanshu seemed to be thinking about how to phrase it: "He is...he used to be, Gong Jue."
Gong Jue?
Hearing the name again, Lu Yinche still didn't know what kind of relationship it had with him. He repeated doubtfully, "Was it before? Isn't it now? Did you change your name or get plastic surgery?"
If it were that simple, Yan Yanshu wouldn't be so embarrassed.
"Gong Jue," the man who used to be Gong Jue smiled and took the stick-like object tied diagonally around his waist. Lu Yinche had initially thought it was a sword, but now, watching his movements, he realized it was a flute.
It was pitch black, with a faint sheen, perhaps due to the paint or its unique texture. There were no unnecessary patterns, only a few simple pores, yet it felt complex. At least that was how Lu Yinche felt.
A bit strange.
The flute was not an ordinary object, and it had a somewhat uncanny feel to it, but it was full of spiritual power, and seemed to be loved by the Heavenly Dao.
If anything, a certain "rule" aura lingered on the flute, just like the Seven Pagodas. Lu Yinche pondered for a moment and pulled out the magic weapon from his bosom. One was ablaze with color, the other dark and silent, forming a stark contrast.
"Guan Sheng Di." Yan Yanshu said in a low voice.
Lu Yinche: “?!”
The most difficult of the four secret treasures to forge, does it turn out to be real?
"Ah Che, you don't remember me. That's so sad," he smiled, not showing any sadness at all. "We have a child together, how could you forget that?"
What the hell! Lu Yinche was shocked, thinking that whether it was Gong Jue or this man's current appearance, it looked like they couldn't have children. Could it be that he gave birth to the child? Then why didn't he give it to Yan Yanshusheng?!
"Be careful." Yan Yanshu put his arm around Lu Yinche's waist, making sure he was in his arms.
Immediately afterwards, Gong Jue lifted the flute and put it to his lips.
A very, very special feeling reached Lu Yinche, like every hair on his body standing on end, a swarm of ants singing as they crisscrossed his body, a faint demonic spirit blew a chilling breeze, and the Queen Mother's celestial branch rained down dew, creating endless, circular ripples across his sea of consciousness. And then, there was the sound.
He heard the sound of Guansheng flute.
The flute is crying - a puff of smoke appears before my eyes.
Lu Yinche cursed angrily, why did they bring him into this illusion again? Were they specifically bullying him, a patient with a wounded soul?
There is no sea of flowers in front of me.
There were bluish-gray stones everywhere. Soul-Locking Stones. It was unknown how many there were. But it was clear that this wasn't a mine producing this stone. They had been brought here by humans, cut into evenly sized blocks, and then spread out here.
Lacking landmarks, Lu Yinche had no idea of geography and couldn't tell which continent or prefecture he was in, or even what hidden realm he was in. There was only an endless expanse of heavy, soul-locking stone. Lu Yinche kicked with his toes, and the illusion felt real. He found some seeds scattered on the ground, hidden in the cracks of the stone. They were dark red, a color very similar to the cross-section of the Soul-Locking Stone.
What kind of plant could grow in such a dark and boundless fantasy? Lu Yinche didn't recognize the seeds.
He put one pill in his palm, not understanding what it meant. He stood up and looked up. Clouds were floating in the sky. It looked like dusk. The orange light always made people sleepy. He rubbed his eyes and saw two people about twenty or thirty meters away.
Lu Yinche walked over, but there was something wrong with the space within the illusion. As he moved, the ground beneath his feet expanded, as if he had no end in sight. Similarly, there were figures ahead of him, never too far away. He could only see their clothing: one in white, the other in black, their faces shrouded in clouds and circles of light from nowhere.
He was amused. What? A pair of Black and White Impermanence? He didn't see any dunce caps either. If you don't wear your uniform properly, you'll be fined.
Although he couldn't get close, Lu Yinche could hear them talking. The wind carried all the sounds towards him, intending to let him know something. Lu Yinche stood there, noticing that the two people were completely unaware of his presence.
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