“Pah—”
A tear fell on the xylophone, but Qingjun continued to play it seriously.
When the song ended, he was already in tears, his eyes red, but he still smiled and said to Luo Jianqing gently, "That song just now was a piece my master often played ten thousand years ago. He and the head of the Mo family were close friends for life and death. Seeing his friend die was so heartbreaking that he composed this piece. This piece has no name, but you can give it a name if you wish."
Qingjun stood up and held the zither in front of Luo Jianqing with both hands. "This is a zither I made 20,000 years ago from Chinese toon wood from the South China Sea. If you like, you can play it anytime. But after I turn into a wick, I'm afraid I won't be able to play it anymore."
The plain and simple guqin shook slightly, but Qingjun seemed to see nothing and still handed the guqin over.
Luo Jianqing took the guqin and said in a hoarse voice, "Qingjun!"
Qingjun smiled at him, extended his finger, and pointed in the air. A ray of green light flew into Luo Jianqing's brow, making his green lotus sword pattern even brighter. The next moment, without another word, Qingjun transformed into a ray of green light and instantly flew into the Green Lotus Jade Lamp.
boom!
A mountain-like spiritual power suddenly unleashed, and a rich, profound elixir fragrance permeated the small stone chamber. Wherever the fragrance passed, the shrunken green lotus slowly began to nourish itself, seemingly finding a glimmer of life. The natal lamp in the center of the stone chamber suddenly radiated a ray of light, its sparks growing even brighter, yet it still refused to ignite.
In the center of the jade lamp is an emerald green wick.
The wick, like jade, emanated a powerful aura, as if a nameless fire burned within it. The wick actively released its spiritual energy, transforming itself into fire, striving to ignite the lamp. However, even with this, the two sparks beneath the wick only brightened slightly, with no other reaction.
Light the jade lamp for eternity, and from now on volunteer to be the wick, being roasted by the spiritual fire, and never again be free!
Luo Jianqing held the zither in his arms and left the stone chamber. He had never imagined that today's meeting would be his final farewell to Qingjun. As soon as he closed his eyes, he could still recall the words he had heard that day in the Myriad Beasts Ridge.
Dan Yao spoke in an elegant and calm voice, like a gentle and simple Confucian scholar, telling his story in a leisurely manner.
"What is the transformed form, and what is the original form?"
"Why do you covet things that don't belong to you?"
…
"You are not the one I am waiting for."
What a great sentence: You are not the one I am waiting for, but now, he can no longer wait.
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