"Bai Yu has been defeated?!"
At the foot of Luoxia Peak, a group of young prodigies watched Bai Yu in the river. They had just been discussing how many moves Bai Yu could exchange with Qin Luo, but they didn't expect him to be unable to last even one move.
One of the Four Heroes of the Capital, a standout among the younger generation of the Great Xia Dynasty, was defeated without any suspense.
Meng Qingyun recalled the kind-smiling young Taoist priest and felt a wave of fear. "Luckily, I didn't fight him."
Suddenly, a deep, resonant zither melody rose from the mountains.
Meng Qingyun frowned immediately and quickly reminded the surrounding prodigies, "You must not listen to the music."
At the market at the foot of Luoxia Peak, people who heard the music fainted one after another, and even Tianjiao was swaying.
In the mountains, a young prodigy wielding a long sword heard the sound of a zither and tried to close his eyes, but was awakened by an elder in white beside him, who said, "What a waste, you don't even have this much willpower."
"Grandpa, stop scolding!"
The sword-wielding prodigy immediately regained his senses.
The sound of the zither echoed among the mountains, and even the sea of clouds trembled rhythmically. Qin Luo, who was outside the Dragon Tiger Temple, heard the music and felt bored. Zi Yue rubbed her eyes, Jin Yan stared wide-eyed, and Xiao Tuanzi and Jin Jiao were fast asleep.
Hua Ying knew who it was as soon as she heard the music. She said softly, "Chu Huai'an, one of the Four Heroes of the Capital, the direct disciple of the Qin Saint, is skilled at creating dreams with music."
Qin Luo was unaffected by the music. He chuckled and teased, "Looks like you have quite a few admirers, all wanting to be the hero and save the damsel in distress."
Hua Ying's lips curled up slightly. "Hehe, they came here because of the Imperial Observatory. I don't have that much charm."
"This music is not pleasant to listen to, I don't like it."
Qin Luo took out his bamboo flute and responded to the deep zither music with a light and cheerful flute tune.
As the cheerful flute music began, Zi Yue immediately regained her spirits, and Jin Yan's eyes returned to normal. When the flute music reached the foot of the mountain, the geniuses who had been covering their ears all lowered their hands.
Meng Qingyun listened intently to the flute music, his face filled with enjoyment. "What beautiful flute music! It's like heavenly music!"
The people who were trapped in the dream woke up one after another. The middle-aged vendor climbed up a tree next to him, and climbed higher and higher. He suddenly had an impulse to cultivate immortality!
In the mountains and forests, a young prodigy wielding a long sword slashed at the sky. For some reason, he was filled with excitement. The sword light cleaved through the sea of clouds, allowing the bright sunlight to shine down.
The old man in white placed his hand on his shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Your Dao heart is too unstable!"
"Grandpa, your hands are shaking!"
"Yeah?"
The white-haired old man frowned deeply. "This is the first time my hand has trembled since I first took up the sword!"
The sound of the flute drifted further and further away.
The clouds and mist between heaven and earth were dispersed to the distance.
Sitting cross-legged in the snow, Chu Huai'an looked at the Dragon Tiger Temple. His forehead was covered in sweat as he increased the speed and power of his piano playing, trying to counter the light and cheerful flute music.
Click!
The taut string snapped.
Chu Huai'an collapsed to the ground instantly.
Qin Luo's flute music carried hope and light, dispelling the sea of clouds around Luoxia Peak. The bright sunlight shone on the snow-covered Luoxia Peak, making it look like a dazzling golden mountain.
The proud people at the foot of the mountain looked up at Luoxia Peak and saw that golden mountain, feeling an unprecedented shock. The people at the foot of the mountain also bowed and worshipped in the direction of Luoxia Peak.
"Kill them!"
The little dumpling shot into the sky.
The Golden Horn revealed its true form, with prominent horns and a ferocious face. It roared to the sky, producing a sound like metal clashing against stone.
Hua Ying stood behind Qin Luo, gazing at the clear sky. She hadn't seen such bright sunshine in a long time, and a blooming peach blossom drifted past her eyes.
"It's a peach blossom!"
Ziyue jumped up and grabbed a peach blossom.
Hua Ying reached out to grab the peach blossom in front of her, but the blossom slipped through her fingers.
Ziyue spread out her small hands, looking at the peach blossoms that had broken into many petals. She raised her hand, blew gently, and the bright petals drifted away in the wind.
In that instant.
Spring returns to the earth.
Peach blossoms fill the sky.
A touch of red glow appeared on Luoxia Peak.
Has spring arrived?
No, spring is still a long way off.
The proud young man at the foot of the mountain looked on with awe; Qin Luo's flute music could change the very fabric of the world.
Bai Yu lay in the stream, gazing absently at the peach blossoms that seemed to drift by. "This trip was worthwhile!"
Qin Luo put down the bamboo flute and looked up at the peach blossoms filling the sky. He hadn't expected that the old peach tree also liked to listen to the flute music.
Hua Ying's pale purple eyes reflected Qin Luo's slender back. She smiled foolishly, feeling particularly at ease standing behind him even though they were clearly rivals.
He wanted to be an enemy of the whole world for him.
Qin Luo put away his bamboo flute, looked at the foot of the mountain, and said calmly, "I don't want to waste time. You can all come up together."
The proud young men at the foot of the mountain looked at each other in bewilderment.
Meng Qingyun waved his paper fan and coughed, saying, "I'm just here to watch the show. If you want to go, then you go."
"Who isn't?"
The other prodigies echoed this sentiment.
Many of the talented young men initially came with the intention of playing the hero and rescuing the damsel in distress, but when they realized the situation was not right, they all changed their tune.
In the mountains, an elderly man in white robes with his white hair tied up looked towards Sunset Peak with sharp eyes. Beside him, a young prodigy holding a sword frowned. "Grandpa, are you sure you want to make a move?"
The old man in white held his breath and concentrated, "The abbot of Longhu Temple is no longer here. Now is the best opportunity. If we can rescue Huaying, the Grand Preceptor can grant us the chance to ascend."
Near Luoxia Peak, there are several senior experts who came here because of the promise made by the Imperial Preceptor.
The white-haired old man rose into the air, cupped his hands in the direction of the Dragon Tiger Temple, and said calmly, "Wu family, Wu Qiuhao."
These five simple words shocked the geniuses at the foot of the mountain; it was a rare sight to see such a powerful elder.
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