Speaking Wildly
At the mountain peak, the elders of the Six Great Sects breathed a sigh of relief as they saw the dark clouds subside. Suddenly, one of the elders exclaimed, "Come and see! It's moving!"
The elders gathered together and saw that the light spots on the six-sided Divine Sense Compass, except for those that had scattered, all of them that had clustered together began to move, seemingly all heading in the same direction. The elders watched calmly, but after a while, the light spots stopped moving again.
What was going on? The elders were puzzled. They too had experience in the Demon Ghost Domain and knew that the scattered points of light were likely infiltrators who had been lying in wait. But what was with so many people gathered together? They had never seen anything like it before.
"Did General Ghost arrest them all?" Qiu Wuyuan asked in confusion. Everyone was silent, having this guess, and their hearts were heavy. It stands to reason that if such a situation occurs, they elders should come to the rescue. But can he be saved from the ghost general? Not only does it have the cultivation level of the late ghost king, but it also has an unknown number of ghost king level subordinates. With those who are in the tribulation stage running away, I am afraid they will never return.
"Huh!" An elder from Fu Xian Island pointed to a moving point of light on the Divine Sense Compass in front of him, and everyone gathered around to look. Elder Quan and Elder Sun exchanged glances. They were very familiar with this point of Divine Sense; it belonged to Yue Qianchou. The other person hadn't moved, so why was this kid moving all by himself?
Yue Qianchou closed his eyes for a moment to prepare, then opened them and smiled slightly at the beauty opposite him. His ten fingers flew across the strings, and a prelude unfolded like flowing water—a melody no one had ever heard before. The maid's eyes lit up, and she listened intently. Since the Ghost General could compose pipa music, he naturally understood these things as well, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes as he looked at Yue Qianchou.
The three female disciples of Yue Qianchou in Myriad Fragrance Garden had no idea he could play the zither; they only knew that he had a good relationship with the head elder and often came to Myriad Fragrance Garden to eat and drink for free. The crowd gradually became immersed in the music.
Yue Qianchou began to sing. Her voice wasn't perfect, and her singing was slightly hoarse, but it had a lingering charm. "The extravagant loves of this mortal world are endless, the grudges and favors of humanity are countless. Generation after generation, we are all bound by fate, flowing with the same blood, drinking the same water. This road is long and far. Red flowers naturally accompany green leaves, but who will accompany me in this lifetime? Coming and going in a daze, past scenes reappear. Though the lotus root is broken, the silk threads still connect. I sigh at the many changes in this world..."
A line from a poem goes. "A red flower naturally needs green leaves; who will accompany me through this lifetime?" The Ghost General and his maid were both moved, unable to contain their emotions, their eyes lingering, tenderness surfacing. The female disciples below the platform were dazed, their eyes shining gently, carrying a hint of spring's passion. The generals and male disciples, however, only found the melody beautiful, the lyrics profound and poignant, and were all deeply captivated.
Suddenly, the music became more stirring, Yue Qianchou stared intently at the Ghost General as he sang. "Love the country more than the beauty, which hero would rather be alone? Good lad, full of courage, your ambition and heroism will be known far and wide, life is short! We won't stop until we're drunk! My beauty is in the east! The Yellow River flows in the west, come on, let's have some wine! We won't stop until we're drunk, don't let worries and troubles weigh on your mind..."
As the second half of the song began, the Ghost General abruptly shifted his gaze from the maidservant to Yue Qianchou, his facial muscles twitching incessantly, displaying unusual excitement. The men in the audience were all moved by the masculine spirit and unrestrained courage expressed in the lyrics. The chests of the generals heaved, their eyes gleaming red. Presumably, those who were soldiers, who had fought in countless battles and shed blood on the battlefield, could better understand the passion expressed in the line, "Good lads, full of courage, with lofty ambitions and heroic spirit that will be renowned throughout the world."
The soldiers gritted their teeth, their bodies trembling. Though they were dead and the past was long gone, this feeling could be remembered. It was not in vain that they gave their lives and died on the battlefield. Their souls would not return. If you do not believe it, today we have a song to prove it... Good lads, full of courage, their lofty ambitions and heroic spirit will be known far and wide.
Yue Qianchou played and sang repeatedly, eventually becoming so moved by the crowd that he unconsciously channeled his True Essence, making his zither louder and his song more powerful, its sound spreading far and wide. After several repetitions, his fingers traced a harmonious note, and the music ended, the echo lingering long afterward.
It wasn't until Yue Qianchou sat for a while, then stood up with his hands clasped, that everyone realized the performance had ended. Suddenly, a general in the audience punched his chest hard and shouted, "Great General!"
In an instant, the calamity spread to the surrounding area. Apart from the disciples of various sects, everyone raised their fists and shouted repeatedly, "Great General... Great General..." Their emotions were boiling, their voices shaking the surrounding area. Sha Qi emanated from everyone, gathering and swirling in mid-air. The disciples of various sects were dumbfounded.
Facing the crowd, the Ghost General tried to calm his heaving chest, raising his palms and pressing them down forcefully, which finally calmed the soldiers. He then turned to Yue Qianchou, gritting his teeth and uttering two words: "A good song."
Yue Qianchou cupped his hands in greeting and said with a smile, "Great General, you flatter me. I wonder how well the Great General has been restored? Are Great General satisfied?"
"Haha..." The Ghost General laughed heartily, then suddenly waved his hand and said, "Such a wonderful song, do you have a title?"
Yue Qianchou went all out with his flattery, laughing, "This song was composed on the spot and hasn't been named yet. Since the Great General wants it, I'll give it a Great General." As he spoke, he looked around, his gaze landing on a huge flagpole below. He made a hand gesture, and three cold lights shot out, carving a dazzling pattern on the flagpole. Then he clenched his fist, and the three cold lights quickly returned to their positions.
Everyone followed the Ghost General and stared intently. They saw several large characters appear on the flagpole, which the Ghost General repeatedly read, "Love the country more than the beauty, Love the country more than the beauty..." Then he burst into laughter. "What a wonderful 'Love the country more than the beauty'! Mr. Yue is truly a genius of unparalleled talent!"
Just as Yue Qianchou was about to say a few polite words, he made a gesture downwards, and suddenly all the soldiers below shouted, "Mr. Yue is truly a great talent! Mr. Yue is truly a great talent!" After shouting twice, the Ghost General waved his hand to stop them.
"Cough cough..." Yue Qianchou clenched his fist and pretended to cough twice, his face turning red for the first time ever.
The Ghost General pulled the maid beside him, took her hand, and said softly, "Red flowers naturally deserve green leaves. Who will accompany me through this life? My beauty is to the east, and to the west... wait!" He suddenly turned his head and asked, "Mr. Yue, where is the Yellow River that the song mentions to the west? I have traveled far and wide, but I have never heard of it. Please enlighten me, sir."
"Cough cough..." Yue Qianchou coughed again. Damn it! He forgot to sing, and then he changed the lyrics. How did he bring the Yellow River from his past life into the song? Where am I supposed to find the Yellow River now? So that's where the idiom "speaking carelessly" comes from! Holy crap!
But such a question seemed to pose no challenge to him; he could naturally give a perfunctory answer. Yue Qianchou's expression suddenly turned serious, and he said, "Although the world is bright and clear, morality is declining and people's hearts are no longer what they used to be. I don't know which river I can describe as clear. Since I find it murky and muddy, how about I call it the Yellow River?"
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