From then on, the road ahead was long and endless, with only the sword for company? What fine writing!
(Suo-ge: What the hell, those are my lines!)
The Two Qiaos both looked somewhat anxious. They were afraid Jiang Siming would lose. They could not bear for someone with such talent in music as Jiang Siming to bid farewell to the guqin.
Moreover, those words made both girls feel a little sympathy for Jiang Siming. If he lost the guqin, would their young master have to spend the rest of his life accompanied only by a sword?
"Fine! Since that is the case, let Qiao Gong and the two Qiao family ladies decide who wins and who loses. We'll see the truth through our own abilities."
Jiang Siming did not waste words and immediately began playing a piece called "Flowing Water, Cloud."
He was not afraid of them finding out at all, because this piece would not appear until the Song dynasty. Even the composer's great-great-great-grandfather had not yet been born.
As soon as "Flowing Water, Cloud" began, the entire courtyard fell utterly silent.
Zhou Yu's expression shifted from disbelief to shock, then to deep thought as he searched his mind, wondering whether it resembled any ancient composition.
But even after searching through every qin piece in his memories, he still could not find any ancient composition resembling this one.
Could he really have composed it himself? Impossible. How old is he? Zhou Yu wondered.
Yet when he saw the expressions of Qiao Gong and the Two Qiaos as they listened intently, their faces filled with enjoyment, Zhou Yu grew frantic, but there was nothing he could do.
At last, the qin music ended, and Jiang Siming stopped playing.
Qiao Gong immediately praised him three times in succession. "Wonderful! This is