Playing the Sword and Singing Is The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils

There is no pattern to Ji Boying's journey from one world to another.

It's not about breaking through some realm or ascending to immortality.

Even if he were the best in the world, he could only split a few rocks in the game "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, Proud Wanderer". What kind of amazing skill is that?

Could such power really shatter the void, forcing one's body to ascend to heaven due to rejection by the world?

That's absolutely ridiculous.

If that's the case, when the two armies clash, wouldn't the siege engines create spatial rifts? Wouldn't the catapults obliterate the great road?

It wasn't because the plot had ended and the cause and effect were resolved. Ji Boying had already made a mess of those plots, or simply cut the Fast Blade and cleanly severed all grudges and entanglements.

Many things, whether they were real or not, have ended cleanly, replaced by new grudges, entanglements, and complexities of human relationships.

The reason why Ji Boying ascended to heaven remains unknown. Even if Guo Jing and Huang Rong worked hard to cultivate their skills and reached Ji Boying's level, it would be impossible for them to float away and ascend to heaven.

Perhaps it was Heaven's will that Ji Boying had had enough experience and the time was right for him to leave.

He was just a passerby.

Ji Boying had no idea how long he could stay in this world. Only when it was almost time to leave would he have a vague feeling that it was time for him to go.

Maybe I'm the main character? Perhaps the author is giving me a cheat code.

This grand cycle of fate and cause and effect was all arranged and created by the author with a single stroke of his pen.

Ji Boying smiled inwardly.

With a gentle flick of his sleeve, his falling figure, which seemed to be carried by a gust of wind, paused slightly.

Looking around at the vast expanse of blue water, black cloth boots gently tread on the surface of the water.

The clear, emerald-green water slightly dampened the soles of the shoes, creating ripples that spread outwards from Ji Boying.

"I wonder where we've ended up now."

Ji Boying walked lightly and gracefully across the vast expanse of blue water.

Each step creates a ripple, like lotus blossoms emerging with every step.

He wasn't anxious at all, casually choosing a direction to walk in, not afraid that he wouldn't find a way out even if he walked to the end.

The water was crystal clear, and fish could be vaguely seen swimming in the air.

Where there are fish, there is food; and the water is freshwater.

With no shortage of food and drink, you can find a direction to walk on this vast expanse of blue water and eventually reach the end.

I refuse to believe that if we don't get out after eight years, we can't eat fish for eight years.

Therefore, Ji Boying was not worried at all.

Instead, he seemed quite leisurely, holding the broken sword in his arms, his black hair slung over his shoulder, and walking forward with each step creating ripples.

The water was clear and smooth as a mirror, with what appeared to be duckweed, lotus leaves, and lotus blossoms on the horizon.

The misty vapor was refreshing, Ji Boying felt a sense of pleasure, so he drew the iron sword halfway out.

The iron sword, no longer very sharp, had little gleam left on its blade.

Holding the sword in his left hand, he flicked his index and middle fingers lightly with his right.

It makes a crisp, tinkling sound.

Ji Boying learned the Jade Flute Sword Technique and the Green Sea Tide Sound Melody, both of which use sound to injure people.

The underlying music theory is already clear to me.

However, it's ultimately inconvenient to carry a bamboo flute or jade flute when traveling the world.

Those who carried flutes were fine, but Ji Boying never understood how those people who traveled the world with flutes in the legendary stories he had read before managed to do it.

Bamboo flutes are easily cracked and difficult to preserve. Replacing them with Jade Flute can solve the problem. But when it comes to the time for someone to play a flute, whether it's an iron flute, a jade flute, or a bamboo flute, how can they just play it casually and pretend to be something they're not?

The flute needs a membrane, a thin layer of reed membrane. It's so fragile that it can easily tear, even indoors, let alone when exposed to wind, water, dampness, or dryness.

Those who fight with flutes often play a few tunes.

It makes one wonder if he or she hid behind a tree before appearing, took out donkey-hide gelatin, melted it with their tongue, and then applied the flute membrane before showing themselves in front of others.

"Haha, my longsword is more convenient."

Ji Boying shook his head and smiled smugly as he admired the scenery.

"Carrying a flute is too cumbersome, and carrying a xiao (vertical flute) is too deliberate. It's better to just grab a longsword, and when the mood strikes, Playing the Sword and Singing —simple and unrestrained..."

Talking to himself like this, and looking at the beautiful blue waves in front of him, he did indeed become interested.

Sing out loud.

"The waterside lodge is shrouded in mist and rain, the frost gently falls on Dongting..."

The clear, melodious singing and the crisp, sharp sword sounds echoed across the blue water, adding a touch of vastness to the scene.

"Moonlight..."

Ji Boying raised his voice, but before he could finish singing a line, the second half of the line came first.

"The moon shines bright as the boat drifts away; in the still of the night, the soul returns in dreams."

The gentle melody perfectly captures the charm of Jiangnan.

A very pleasant female voice, as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"Great, someone else does it, and sings much better than me."

Ji Boying looked with delight in the direction from which the sound came from deep within the lotus flowers.

Then they joined in with a loud song.

"I sense the sea breeze... rustling... and hear the wild geese flying..."

After the song ended, he quickened his pace and walked deeper into the lotus blossoms.

But then they heard the sounds of women laughing and joking.

"Quick... quick, keep going, they've replied."

"Oh dear, how embarrassing! Please don't laugh at me..."

Then another woman said, "I can't see anyone when I look up, but the voice seems to be right next to my ear. From the first sentence to the last sentence, the boat has rowed for several feet, and the sound has neither increased nor decreased. It still seems to be right next to my ear. This must be a master."

The woman who was singing laughed and said, "What do you mean by 'tall or short'? Even if he didn't sing two lines, he still heard my singing. Does that mean I'm a tall person too?"

The woman's voice was extremely clear and sweet, with a touch of Jiangnan charm in her speech. Ji Boying found it quite interesting.

Even though they hadn't gotten close enough or seen anyone, they called out again.

"Master, master, could you perhaps sing another song?"

After saying that, he flicked the blade of the sword a few times with his fingernail, making a tinkling sound.

There was no immediate response, but the silence did not last long either.

The gentle singing voice echoed across the lake.

"The Yuan River flows to Wugang... Parting from you, I feel no sorrow... Green mountains stand together under the same clouds and rain... Bright moon... Bright moon..."

He was singing perfectly fine, but suddenly started stammering when he got to the word "bright moon".

"The bright moon has never been in two places. What, has the master forgotten his words? This is truly heartbreaking for Wang Jiangning."

Ji Boying stood on the water, smiling as he looked at the three beautiful women, each with their own unique charm, and the two clumsy boatmen holding oars.

The pretty girl stammered, her finger involuntarily pointing at people.

"You... you... are you a human or a ghost? Don't scare me, okay?"

"How can there be ghosts in broad daylight?"