Chapter 448 This song is called Pipa Xing
"In the middle stage of the Spiritualization, who wants to fight?"
Faced with Chu Ning's domineering words, the monks watching at the scene felt extremely relieved.
In the entire Central Region, except for a few cultivators in the East China Sea who were heading towards Dingfeng Island and did not stand on Chu Ning's side, all the cultivators who appeared on the scene at this moment stood on Chu Ning's side.
The reason is simple.
Chu Ning is the light of the Central Region.
What's more, those who came to target Chu Ning this time were all from the Upper Domain, so the cultivators from the Middle Domain didn't need to think, they knew which side to stand on.
The faces of Qin Canghai, the Holy Lord of Jiuxiao Holy Land and the other two turned cold. A junior who had reached the state of Divine Transformation was so presumptuous in front of them. It was a provocation to their authority. In the past, they would have slapped him to death.
"I'll take on this battle!"
Another figure stepped out from the void.
Dressed in white, he looked handsome and elegant, like a peerless young man.
Seeing this figure, most of the cultivators in the Central Region were confused. It was obvious that they did not know this powerful cultivator in the middle stage of the Spiritualization Realm.
"The third prince of the Purple Moon Dynasty, an extremely unique person."
Jiang Zuo whispered something, and Lu Sizhong asked curiously: "Old Jiang, it seems that you know a lot about the Upper Domain. Have you been to the Upper Domain? And why is the Third Prince of the Purple Moon Dynasty so unique?"
Old Jiang?
When Jiang Zuo heard the name Lu Sizhong, the corner of his mouth twitched. This name was brought up by Chu Ning.
Chu Ning likes to address others with the word "old" in front of their surnames. According to Chu Ning, calling someone "fellow Taoist" sounds too distant. A true friend should have "old" in front of his surname.
Lao Jiang, Lao Tong, Lao Li...
He originally didn't want to agree, but Chu Ning said that friends with deeper feelings are called "old irons" in their hometown.
Laotie666.
Old friends are family members, and family members are old friends.
Thinking of the name Laotie, Jiang Zuo felt that Lao Jiang sounded a little better.
"I once traveled to the Upper Realm with my master. Apart from the Soul Realm, I also visited the other four realms. The Third Prince of the Purple Moon Dynasty is different from other cultivators. Other cultivators practice the Hundred Arts of Immortal Cultivation mainly to assist in their cultivation, but this one is different. He is obsessed with the Art of Music among the Hundred Arts of Immortal Cultivation."
Jiang Zuo introduced the third prince of the Purple Moon Dynasty. The expressions of those present were a little surprised. Among the hundred arts of cultivating immortals, the art of music is practiced by very few people, and generally it is mainly female practitioners. Male practitioners rarely practice music art, let alone be obsessed with it.
"In the Purple Moon Dynasty, it is well known that the Third Prince has no interest in the throne. He is the only prince in the Purple Moon Dynasty who has not cultivated his own power. But don't underestimate the Third Prince because of this. Emperor Zhou of the Purple Moon Dynasty is extremely fond of the Third Prince, far more than the First and Second Princes."
On the other side, when Zuo Xuan saw Zhou Xiaochan's figure, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.
This time, when targeting Chu Ning, he did not invite anyone from the Purple Moon Dynasty. The reason was that Emperor Zhou of the Purple Moon Dynasty had some prejudice against the Soul Realm and did not like people from their Soul Realm.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Xiaochan would come here on his own initiative.
"It is great that His Highness Zhou San is willing to help."
Since Zhou Xiaochan was willing to take action, Zuo Xuan would naturally not stop him. Although Zhou Xiaochan had taken action very rarely and no one knew his specific strength except himself, he was the third prince of the Purple Moon Dynasty after all, and Emperor Zhou loved him very much, so he must have a lot of treasures on him.
Even if Zhou Xiaochan was defeated in the end, Chu Ning would definitely not win so easily. He would have to use up a lot of his trump cards, and the Purple Moon Dynasty and Chu Ning would also become enemies.
Whether Zhou Xiaochan wins or loses, it is not a bad thing for him.
Zhou Xiaochan listened to Zuo Xuan's words without any response, but turned his gaze to the three Holy Lords of Jiuxiao Holy Land.
Seeing that Zhou Xiaochan ignored him, Zuo Xuan's face turned cold. Zhou Xiaochan felt that he had no say in the matter and that the ones who could really make the decision were the three Holy Lords of Jiuxiao Holy Land.
This was indeed the case, but Zuo Xuan still felt secretly resentful of Zhou Xiaochan for ignoring him.
"Zhou family third boy, since you want to give it a try, then go ahead. However, this battle is a matter of life and death, so you have to think carefully."
Ning Wuji smiled and spoke. Among Emperor Zhou's sons, the one he liked the most was Zhou Xiaochan. There was competition between the two dynasties, but the third son of the Zhou family had no desire to dominate. He studied music all day long and would not pose any threat to the Zijin Dynasty.
Therefore, his last reminder came from the heart.
"Thank you Emperor Ning for the reminder."
Zhou Xiaochan nodded, then looked at the Saint Master and said respectfully, "Greetings, Saint Master. I would like to say hello to you on behalf of my father."
"I didn't expect that your father still remembered an old man like me." The Saint Master smiled warmly.
"Senior, you are joking. Your name is well-known throughout the entire Northern Territory."
Be modest and polite, like a spring breeze.
Zhou Xiaochan gave the impression to all the monks present that he was a gentleman.
Therefore, even though they knew that Zhou Xiaochan came to challenge Chu Ning, many cultivators present did not have as bad an impression of him as Zuo Xuan did.
After saying hello, Zhou Xiaochan turned his gaze to Chu Ning.
"When the Central Region's luck was being fought for, unfortunately I was already too old. I never expected that a dark horse like you would emerge. This time, my move has nothing to do with the Mountain Sect, nor do I want to be an enemy of the Dan Region. I just want to compete with you."
After hearing Zhou Xiaochan's words, all the cultivators present realized that this person was not targeting Senior Chu, but just wanted to compete with Senior Chu.
If it weren't for the three battles proposed by Senior Chu, I'm afraid this person might not have shown up.
"good."
Chu Ning nodded. From the Saint Master’s attitude towards this person, he was sure that this person was not lying and that he really happened to catch such an opportunity.
"I have prepared three songs for you. As long as you can finish listening to these three songs, you will be considered the winner."
Zhou Xiaochan didn't waste any words. He flipped his right palm and a flute appeared. He then sat cross-legged in the air.
The white robe fluttered in the wind, Zhou Xiaochan's fingers lightly tapped the holes of the flute, and a clear and melodious flute sound came out.
The sound of the flute was so clearing up the world, and all the monks present felt refreshed.
The sound of the flute dissipated the palpitations they had just felt from the pressure from these powerful men, and at the same time, the spiritual power in their bodies slowly recovered.
"This emperor will not take advantage of you. This sound can restore your state to perfection."
After Zhou Xiaochan said this, the monks at the scene became more certain that this was a true gentleman.
"Is this guy really like this, or is he just pretending?"
Lu Sizhong muttered something, and Jiang Zuo said, "This is Zhou Xiaochan's style of doing things. In the Purple Moon Dynasty, even the first and second princes can't satisfy everyone, but no one is dissatisfied with the third prince Zhou Xiaochan. His style of doing things makes people feel comfortable."
"Whether he is a hypocrite or a real villain, if he is a hypocrite, he can always keep up his disguised face, then he is also a real gentleman."
Tang Ruowei opened her red lips slightly. This was what Chu Ning had said to her.
Hypocrite is not a derogatory word. If a person is willing to be a hypocrite, it means that he at least still has some sense of shame in his heart.
Chu Ning smiled and did not answer. In fact, killing Lin Tan did not consume too much of his energy, but the sound of the flute did restore him to his best condition.
All the skills of cultivating immortals have their uses. This sound of the flute is equivalent to a sixth-grade recovery pill.
In addition to restoring his condition, Chu Ning believed that Zhou Xiaochan's music had other functions. It seemed that in addition to alchemy, pursuing the path of music art was also a way out.
Relying on this additional status, it is popular everywhere.
Zhou Xiaochan's gestures changed and the sound of the flute changed, from melodious to sharp. The many monks who were watching listened from afar and felt the spiritual power in their bodies surging uncontrollably.
They were like this even though they were far away, so one can imagine how much pressure Senior Chu, who was bearing the main attack of the flute sound, was under.
"Something."
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The corners of Chu Ning's mouth rose slightly. Just a moment ago, the Yuan force in his body was out of control for a moment and operated independently, but the next moment the mountain in his Dantian trembled and the Yuan force returned to stability.
Mountain Sect.
The secret of being as still as a mountain.
What matters is stability.
The Third Prince was afraid that he would make a mistake if he wanted to use music to make his energy go out of control.
Seeing that Chu Ning's expression did not change, Zhou Xiaochan's flute sound changed and became sharper. The monks around him closed their five senses and stopped communicating at this moment.
If they don't close their five senses, their spiritual power will burst their bodies and they will die in the next moment.
"The third son of the Zhou family does have his own unique qualities in terms of music, but unfortunately he met Chu Ning. The people of the Mountain Sect have extremely stable spirits and it is difficult to arouse their energy."
Qin Canghai spoke slowly, and his words were recognized by the other two. With their eyesight, the three of them could naturally see the power of Zhou Xiaochan's flute. If it was another mid-stage Jindan cultivator, it would not be possible for him to deal with it so easily.
All we can say is that Shan Zong just managed to suppress this flute sound.
"Your flute music is useless to me."
Chu Ning looked at Zhou Xiaochan and spoke lightly.
Zhou Xiaochan smiled and nodded, putting away the flute without any reluctance.
The next moment, he raised his right hand and a pipa appeared in his hand.
“This is the second one.”
Zhou Xiaochan plucked the strings with his slender fingers, and invisible energy rippled with the sound waves, spreading out in all directions.
A feeling of sadness began to spread around.
In the distance, there were birds crying softly, their voices were sad and resentful.
The grass and trees bowed, and the beasts shed tears.
The cultivators who were watching, those below the Nascent Soul stage, were all secretly wiping away their tears.
Anyone who can cultivate to the Golden Core or Nascent Soul stage must have gone through a long and difficult journey. All the bitter tears in their hearts burst out at this moment.
Several of them couldn't control themselves and burst into tears.
It is not easy to practice crying.
I cried for the passing of my old friend, and from now on I am alone on the path of cultivation.
…
“There’s something about this music.”
Lu Sizhong's eyes sparkled. He glanced at Tong Shoushi and Zhang Ji beside him, and instantly felt like he had discovered a new world. He asked curiously, "How come you two were also infected?"
"Do you think everyone is like you, the young master of the Lu family, who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and has never experienced the hardships on the road of cultivation?" Tong said angrily.
"I can still endure the hardships of cultivation, but along the way, all my good friends and old acquaintances who shared the same ideals as me have passed away one by one. The sound of the zither just evokes this melancholy. The attainments of the third prince of the Purple Moon Dynasty in music art are simply incredible."
Zhang Ji also added a sentence. This music not only evoked the sadness in his heart, Zhang Ji found that the energy in his body was filled with sadness at this moment.
"To be honest, if I were to take action now, I would only have 50% of my strength left."
"I'm better than you, I can probably still perform at 60%." Ji Shan Chong on the side followed.
"The more people have experienced, the more sorrow they have hidden in their hearts. After listening to this music, their strength will be suppressed even more. I'm afraid this is just the appetizer."
Jiang Zuo looked at Chu Ning. He really wanted to know what Chu Ning's condition was at the moment.
Chu Ning lowered his eyes and seemed to be in a depressed state. Seeing this scene, Zuo Xuan smiled.
The next moment.
Chu Ning looked up and stared at Zhou Xiaochan.
"Fighting the enemy in front of the mountain gate, maple leaves and reeds rustle in the autumn. Killing the enemy makes me happy, I raise my glass to drink but there is no music. Suddenly I hear the faint sound of an ancient zither, I follow the sound and ask who is playing..."
Chu Ning sang loudly, Zhou Xiaochan's eyes lit up, and he played the piano faster.
"Turning the axis and plucking the strings three or two times, the melody is already emotional before it is formed. The strings are suppressed and the sounds are full of thoughts, as if telling the story of a life of frustration. Lowering his brows and playing casually, he expresses all the infinite things in his heart.
"The big strings are as noisy as heavy rain, the small strings are as soft as whispers. The sounds are mixed together, like big and small pearls falling on a jade plate. The oriole's chirping is slippery under the flowers, and the gurgling spring is difficult to flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and the strings are frozen, and the sound stops for a while. There is a hidden sorrow and hatred, and at this time silence is better than sound."
…
“What is the name of this word?”
As soon as the song ended, Zhou Xiaochan asked.
"This poem has no name. Since Your Highness the Third Prince is interested in it, I will call it "Pipa Xing"."
(End of this chapter)