C50 (1/2)
After ten years of contemplation, the snow had fallen and covered the entire mountain.
He had not expected Yun Jiutang's skill to be so profound, to actually be able to put Zhao Yuyan at a disadvantage in just a dozen moves. Even if he were to fight with Ning Xuemo, he still might not be able to win.
Yin Bao Scroll smiled and said: ”Young Master Yun is indeed skilled. You've really broadened this old man's horizons.”
Yun Jiuchang said apologetically, ”No, it was all because of Miss Yu Yi that I got the upper hand. There are many experts in Supreme Mystery City, so Yun Jiuchang is truly a man who stands at the top of the mountains and respects the rivers. ”
Zhao Yu had already lost face after being defeated by Yun Jiuchang a few times. However, Yun Jiuchang's words did not mean to show off his sarcasm, but to protect her reputation for her own good. Zhao Yu was moved, and she couldn't help but look at Yun Jiuchang in a new light.
When they parted ways, Yin Bao Yun said faintly, ”In the future, if Young Master Yun is willing to come, the entrance of the Taixuan capital will welcome you anytime!”
Yun Jiu Tang said: ”How can you just casually enter the mysterious land? The next time you come, I'll definitely send someone to report to Elder Yin in advance!”
”...”
Time was like an arrow that left the bow, passing through the mountains of snow and the scorching heat of midsummer at a rapid pace.
At the bottom of the Broken Intestine Valley, everything was the same as before. Nothing had changed. Gu Xueluo's lonely face was still filled with the bitterness of true love. She was still leaning against the window watching the flowers bloom and fall. Fortunately, there were times when Mu Sangqing would come over to have a casual chat, allowing the days to flow by as fast as the tip of her finger.
In the past few long years, Gu Xueluo was most worried about the fifth undead. She could only play the zither everyday to gather her soul. She did not know that the Undead of the fifth hidden spirit had already entered the demonic world and become a devil disciple to become the lone star's young master — — Yun Jiuchang. Throughout the long years, she still played the Ancient Wooden Zither incessantly. Her yearning, sadness, confusion, grief, and other emotions flowed out from her fingertips, gradually forming the incomparably powerful heavenly thunder zither music. This heavenly thunder zither music had to be played in an inexplicable state of sorrow. The fingertips condensed a deep inner energy, causing the zither music to be soft and formless, but it also possessed the power of thunder.
At this moment, Gu Xueluo was playing the Ancient Wooden Zither once again. The zither notes lingered in the air, penetrating through the clouds and disappearing into the sky.
In the Devil Realm's Lone Star Palace, Yun Jiuchang carefully took out the square piece of unpolished jade. The square piece of unpolished jade that the fifth hidden spirit had worn, seemed to have some sort of intelligence. After the undead had died, it had flowed into the undead's cave, went through many hardships, and followed the undead for a long time. Now, the Undead had transformed into the Cloud Nine-Tang, and the square piece of unpolished jade was still there. Right now, the square piece of jade was dark green, and no matter when it was warm, it would always be this warm.
Yun Jiu Tang stared at the piece of jade in a daze. The inside of the jade seemed to be clouded with dark clouds, its color changing rapidly, but its surface was constantly emitting a strange green light. It seemed to have some sort of magic that could help Yun Jiuchang replenish his internal energy when he was exhausted. It was as if there was a huge amount of energy contained in the jade. Yun Jiu Tang was in a trance, frowning as the faint sound of a zither drifted over. The zither music was sometimes gentle and melodious, sometimes tearful and sometimes indescribably sad. Just where did this sound come from? Yun Jiu Tang was already attracted by the sorrowful zither music and walked out of the main hall of the Lonely Star Palace, quietly listening to the music from afar.
It was as if he had heard this zither music somewhere before. Yun Jiuchang's brows drooped slightly as he searched his memory for fragments of the zither music, but to no avail. This zither music seemed to naturally have a sense of familiarity with him. He seemed to be familiar with every note and every rhythm of the zither music, as if they were already engraved in his mind.
Who was the person playing the zither?
Why did this ethereal and sorrowful zither note pierce through the heavens to reach the Infernal Realm?
Then, he thought of why he didn't go to the Netherworld Cold Palace and ask Zhu Jiuyin. He was a sound master, so he could at least help him identify where this zither music came from.
When Yun Jiu Tang arrived at the quiet, cold palace, it was unexpectedly empty. He strolled between the corridors of the pavilion and said in a clear voice, ”Brother Jiuyin, are you there?” His steps were still hurried forward, but his eyes were still fixed on the carefully cut flowers and grass. He didn't notice that Zhu Jiuyin was already standing with his hands behind his back, quietly standing under Lan Guiyuan.
Yun Jiuchang's gaze casually roamed the area before finally stopping on Lan Guiyi. He was surprised to see the figure beneath the tree. Actually, Yun Jiu Tang hadn't been in the demonic world for long, so this was the first time the two of them looked at each other.
His eyes were bright and filled with a familiar look. Zhu Jiuyin was deep in thought. It had been a long time since he had seen this kind of gaze. It was as if he could see the shadow of the fifth hidden spirit. However, the fifth Hidden Spirit had already died long ago. Yun Jiuchang and the fifth Hidden Spirit were only slightly similar. Furthermore, what could a single glance mean?
”Didn't you want to find me?” Candle Jiu Yin faintly smiled as she slowly paced up and down. ”Why would Brother Yun be in a good mood today and come to the Netherfrost Palace?”
Yun Jiuchang regained his senses and calmly murmured, ”Just now, I happened to hear a burst of zither music and felt that the tune was very unique. Since I knew that you were a master of music, I came to ask for your advice.”
”Oh, what music expert? I only understand a little,” Zhu Jiuyin said apologetically. He understood that Yun Jiutang was now a popular figure in front of the Devil Ancestor, although he did not try to curry favor with him, he could not be too polite with him either. He turned to look at Yun Jiu Tang, ”Brother Yun, where is your music manual? Is it inconvenient for you to take it out?”
”Brother Jiuyin, there's really no music score, it's the zither music I just heard …” After hearing what he said, Yun Jiuchang understood that he had to bring the music score as well, so he pointed to the sky, ”Listen, you can still faintly hear this music.”
Zhu Jiuyin slightly frowned, his ears turned to the side, his face was filled with confusion, ”Brother Yun, there's nothing in the air, where did this zither music come from?”
”Really? I could clearly hear it.”
Zhu Jiuyin still shook his head and smiled awkwardly.
What they didn't know was that although Gu Xueluo's zither music could travel thousands of miles, it was only heard by the person she played and couldn't be heard by anyone else. This was perhaps the mystery of the Ancient Wooden Zither.
Zhu Jiuyin looked at Yun Jiuchang's disappointed expression and asked, ”What kind of zither music could cause Brother Yun to worry so much? If Brother Yun can really hear it, then this zither music must be mysterious and unfathomable.”
Yun Jiu Tang was still perplexed and speechless. He grew more and more curious about the zither music and actually walked out of the palace compound.
”If Brother Yun really wants to solve your zither music mystery, then Mister Dugu Jiuyi, who lives in seclusion in Xuanyuan Yan of the Qing Qiu mountain, is a guqin master. Brother Yun, you can consult him …”
”Really? There's actually such an elegant person in the human world.” Yun Jiuchang turned around, his eyes sparkling. ”Then I'll have to consult him a bit.”
The end of the decade. After ten long years of waiting at the bottom of the Gut Cutting poison, ten years of suffering, and ten years of seclusion, he could finally leave the valley.
Ten years to cut off the intestines, ten years to worry about cutting off the intestines. Ten years of great youth, ten years of love for those who enjoy themselves, were all spent in Broken Intestines Valley. However, Gu Xueluo remained the same. Her face was still the same as it was ten years ago, and she still had the burning heart of her true love for the hidden spirit. The only thing that had changed was that she already had a resolute and cold heart.