A woman in a green dress covered her face with a veil and played the piano with her bare fingers, like a fairy who was not tainted by the mundane world.
Everyone present was mesmerized and immersed in the performance of the woman in green skirt.
The same was true for Nangong Rou, except for Lu Tianjiao who was beside her who was clearer.
Apart from the sound of the piano, the reason why everyone was so intoxicated was that the person playing the piano was as beautiful as an immortal.
Even Nangong Rou only has the title of the future most beautiful woman in Tianyun Pavilion, and the woman playing the piano in front of him is Ning Qiu Shui, who is now known as the most beautiful fairy in Tianyun Pavilion.
Lu Tianjiao only has Nangong Rou in his eyes, so his situation is naturally much better than that of others.
He knew that it wasn't that Nangong Rou was inferior to Ning Qiu Shui, it was just that she was too young to be considered a fairy. If you had to say she was, she was still a little fairy.
Lu Tianjiao and Nangong Rou are of similar age, but he thinks Ning Qiu Shui is too old and has a cold personality, which is completely different from the type he likes.
Although age is just a number in the world of immortal cultivation, Lu Tianjiao is only seventeen years old after all. He has a strange feeling when he thinks that Ning Qiu Shui has lived for more than forty years.
Soon, accompanied by a melodious and graceful tune, a song praising love was played.
Ning Qiushui's eyes were filled with melancholy. She stroked the strings of the zither with her bare hands and asked quietly, "This piece of music is called Mandarin Duck. What do you think?"
Everyone in the pavilion looked intoxicated, as if they were still unable to come out of the touching mood.
"Mandarin ducks, I am happy that they share the same pond, I envy that they share the same forest with their wings together. In this poem about mandarin ducks, Fairy Ning must be trying to praise the fact that mandarin ducks live in pairs."
"Yes, Fairy Ning's piano skills are amazing. The song of Mandarin Ducks made me feel like I was witnessing a touching love story with my own eyes."
"From the naivety of childhood to the helplessness of adulthood and the longevity of marriage, this piece of music expresses the love in its entirety. I can't think of anyone else who can play such a heavenly sound except Fairy Ning."
Not only disciples from Tianyun Pavilion, but also talented young men from other sects were present. When they heard Ning Qiu Shui ask the question, they all rushed to offer words of praise.
Ning Qiu Shui lowered her beautiful eyes and sighed silently.
The words were more ornate than the last, but none of them were the answer she wanted to hear.
Nangong Rou pinched her chin and thought hard. Just as she was about to answer, she suddenly found that Jiang Zhige appeared beside her without her noticing.
Nangong Rou pouted and asked unhappily, "Brother, why did you come just now? The song has already been played."
Senior Sister Qiu Shui finally played a song about love. If Jiang Zhige heard it, maybe it would enlighten this blockhead.
Jiang Zhige smiled softly and said, "Rou'er, I heard it."
It was very quiet inside and outside Tingyu Pavilion. No one was making noise to disturb the place, and no one dared to make noise to disturb the place.
As he walked along, he could hardly hear any other sound except the sound of the piano.
Nangong Rou wanted to say something, but Lu Tianjiao next to her suddenly sighed deeply.
He turned to look at Jiang Zhige and said with a wry smile: "Brother Jiang, you came at the right time. It seems that no one can give Senior Sister Qiushui a satisfactory answer now. Do you have any ideas?"
After the song "Mandarin Ducks" praising love was played, the Tingyu Pavilion was filled with a touching atmosphere. Lu Tianjiao wanted to take the opportunity to find some poems to express his love to Nangong Rou, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even fart after trying for a long time.
Nangong Rou stopped talking. She also wanted to know what Jiang Zhige thought about love.
Jiang Zhige pondered for a moment and replied, "From what I think, Senior Sister Qiushui is not singing the praises of love, but is asking us what the word love means."
"What does the word love mean?"
Lu Tianjiao and Nangong Rou were both stunned. How could a song called "Yuanyang" be asking about the meaning of love?
Jiang Zhige smiled but said nothing. Everyone was immersed in the song and forgot to observe Ning Qiu Shui himself.
The song is indeed praising love, but Ning Qiu Shui's brows are filled with sadness and there is a hint of euphemism in the song, which is enough to prove that the artistic conception of Yuanyang's song was not what she intended.
Before Lu Tianjiao and Nangong Rou could ask, a young man in purple clothes and a golden crown sitting next to them couldn't help but sneered, "What do you mean by love? Are you kidding me? Do you think you can guess Fairy Ning's feelings?"
He was a true genius from the sect, so naturally he would not give Jiang Zhige, who was in the Body Refining Stage, face.
"We all think this song refers to a love story, but you are the only one who refutes it. Do you think you understand it better than us?"
"That's right. You said it so quietly. I guess you're afraid that Fairy Ning would hear you and make fun of you, right?"
Seeing that a scum who was not even at the Spiritual Martial Realm dared to presumptuously guess Ning Qiu Shui's intentions, the people around him also made sarcastic remarks.
Seeing Jiang Zhige being laughed at, Nangong Rou was the first to lose her seat. She slammed the table and stood up, shouting angrily, "You are a bunch of short-sighted stinky pigs. You don't know anything. What qualifications do you have to refute my brother?"
Lu Tianjiao was stunned. It was the first time he saw Nangong Rou so angry.
"Stinky, stinky pig?"
The young man in purple was also stunned and looked at Nangong Rou in astonishment.
What surprised him was not that Nangong Rou dared to curse, but was shocked by Nangong Rou's talent in cultivation. Judging from her appearance, she was less than sixteen years old, but she actually exuded the spiritual power fluctuations that only exist in the Spiritual Martial Realm. She must be a core disciple of Tianyun Pavilion.
Not only that, Nangong Rou is still a girl, but she has a beauty that is comparable to Ning Qiushui. In time, she may replace Ning Qiushui and become the new most beautiful woman in Tianyun Pavilion.
Such a talented and beautiful girl actually calls a loser in the Body Refining Stage "brother"?
Jiang Zhige was full of helplessness and signaled Nangong Rou with his eyes not to get too excited.
Nangong Rou pretended not to notice and glared relentlessly at the group of outer sect disciples who were mocking Jiang Zhige.
"Junior Brother Jiang, you said I was asking about the meaning of the word love, so what do you think about this?"
At this moment, Ning Qiu Shui's voice came from above.
When everyone heard the sound, they looked and found that she was staring at Jiang Zhige with curiosity.
Nangong Rou made such a big noise that Ning Qiu Shui naturally noticed it.
The brother and sister were quite special in Tianyun Pavilion. Not only did she know them, but she had also met them several times.
Unexpectedly, the first person to raise objections to the song "Yuanyang" would be Jiang Zhige.
The young man in purple was even more surprised that Ning Qiu Shui actually knew Jiang Zhige. It seemed that he was not just an ordinary outer disciple.
Jiang Zhige felt ashamed when he heard this. He stood up, bowed to Ning Qiushui and said, "I'm sorry, Senior Sister Qiushui, I have too little experience and don't understand love, let alone how to solve it."
He didn't lie, he just saw what Ning Qiu Shui was thinking and had no way to help Ning Qiu Shui resolve her emotional knot.
As soon as these words were spoken, there was a burst of whispers in Tingyu Pavilion.
Nangong Rou gritted her teeth in anger. Although she couldn't hear clearly, she knew that this group of people must be mocking Jiang Zhige.
Ning Qiushui couldn't help but feel disappointed. She sighed and asked, "If that's the case, how did you figure out that there was love hidden in the song of mandarin ducks?"
"Senior Sister Qiushui, I am just a layman and cannot understand the music. I just happened to see the sadness in your eyes."
Jiang Zhige had a complicated expression. He actually hoped that he could be immersed in the touching love in the Mandarin Duck Song like everyone else.