Mighty and Majestic

Liu Zhengfeng looked at Wang Jingyuan's astonished expression and said proudly, "Since this piece was composed, neither of us has ever performed it together in front of anyone else. Now that we are leaving, we'll let you hear it. You won't be able to hear it again, no matter how much you want to."

With that, the two took out their zither and flute from their sides and began to play. Wang Jingyuan's grandfather liked playing the erhu, and he had been forced to learn it many times when he was young. He could still understand this traditional classical piece.

However, the focus when composing this traditional classical piece was not on making it sound pleasant, but rather on conveying artistic conception and harmony. In some important occasions, the music even needed to conform to etiquette; if it were too pleasant to listen to, it would be considered disrespectful.

Pieces that only focused on sounding good and nothing else were called lewd and vulgar songs at that time. But Wang Jingyuan, being a vulgar person, loved lewd and vulgar songs.

As for those musical pieces that emphasized artistic conception and harmony, they could be left for the overworked laborers, who were worn out from overtime, to use as pre-sleep sound therapy.

Wang Jingyuan listened to their performance, feeling drowsy. Qu Feiyan, who was entranced beside him, couldn't stand to see this and reached out to shake Wang Jingyuan awake. Wang Jingyuan had no choice but to brace himself and listen to the entire piece. He only regretted that this game was too hardcore and didn't even provide a "Skip" function.

When the song ended, it was time for the two to depart. Wang Jingyuan followed them out of the Liu residence and saw Mr. Mo Da already standing outside the gate.

He was a man of few words, looking at Liu Zhengfeng with a complex expression, saying nothing, just like in the past few decades. The dispute between the two of them had always stemmed from their understanding of music. Mo Da had been standing outside the door just now and naturally heard "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer." He couldn't help but sigh, feeling that it would be difficult for him to compose a better piece in this lifetime.

Mo Da remained silent, but Liu Zhengfeng cupped his hands in gratitude towards Mo Da and bowed. Mo Da waved his hand, still saying nothing.

Liu Zhengfeng looked at his senior brother with emotion, feeling that Wang Jingyuan was right; he was indeed a ridiculous person. He had become close friends with Qu Yang in a short time. Yet, he had never truly understood his senior brother, whom he had known for decades.

Although Qu Yang's martial arts were formidable, his successful surprise attack that day in the presence of Fei Bin and several Imperial Guards was also thanks to Mo Da, who had quietly scouted the guards' positions and informed Qu Yang.

Liu Zhengfeng whispered something in Mo Da's ear, then got into the carriage with his family and drove towards the city gate.

At this moment, Mo Da walked up to Wang Jingyuan and looked him up and down. "You're the one who wants to learn the 'Thirteen Forms of the Myriad Illusions Hengshan Cloud Mist'?"

Wang Jingyuan smiled.

Although he knew that Liu Zhengfeng could not directly teach him martial arts after his Golden Basin Hand-Washing Ceremony, Wang Jingyuan still smiled at how the two old men were indeed playing a trick on him for being too aggressive. However, Wang Jingyuan was petty and impatient, believing in immediate revenge.

Wang Jingyuan glanced sideways behind Mo Da and saw that he was carrying an erhu. What a coincidence!

He reached out towards Mo Da. "Uncle-Master Mo, may I borrow your erhu?"

Mo Da seemed a bit perplexed, but after a moment's hesitation, he took the erhu off his back and handed it to Wang Jingyuan. Wang Jingyuan plucked a string casually, testing the pitch. It was just right.

As mentioned before, Wang Jingyuan was forced to learn the erhu by his grandfather when he was young. Let alone Wang Jingyuan, what child would be willing? Weren't cartoons and games more appealing?

So, Wang Jingyuan began to resist. Direct resistance was impossible; he would only get beaten, first by his grandfather, then by his father. Therefore, his resistance had to be strategic.

To resist, Wang Jingyuan specifically practiced a very special piece. To be honest, that piece was extremely difficult, but Wang Jingyuan gritted his teeth and practiced it relentlessly because he didn't want to learn the erhu. During that period, he practiced day and night.

Heaven rewards the diligent. Wang Jingyuan eventually mastered that piece to perfection, reciting it by heart, almost as if it were ingrained in his DNA. That's why, the moment Wang Jingyuan touched the erhu, his DNA reacted.

As soon as he drew the bow across the strings, a deeply intoxicating and seductive melody flowed out. The Liu family's convoy was traveling heavily and couldn't move fast. They hadn't gone far before they heard the sound of the erhu coming from behind them.

Not to mention the Hengshan disciples, who were already skilled in music and felt their legs go weak upon hearing the sound, even ordinary passersby who knew nothing of music found themselves unable to move.

Good heavens, how could this be called a lewd song? This was clearly public indecency in broad daylight! Everyone had never imagined that an erhu could imitate the seductive moans of a woman during intimacy, and furthermore, this sound was even more pleasant than a real person's!

The piece "Mighty and Majestic" seemed to have pressed a pause button on the street, freezing everyone on the entire street. Even after Wang Jingyuan finished playing, everyone had not yet recovered.

But Wang Jingyuan didn't care about that. A purple hue spread across his face; he was already using his Purple Haze True Qi. Wang Jingyuan channeled his true qi and shouted, "Many thanks to Master Liu Zhengfeng for the gift of this song!"

Heh heh, who said that one couldn't further ruin someone's reputation after they've left the Jianghu?

When Wang Jingyuan returned the erhu to Mo Da, Mo Da repeatedly wiped it with his dirty sleeve. He felt that his erhu was now dirty and could never be cleaned.

Mo Da looked up and gave Wang Jingyuan a complex look. "...Don't play the erhu anymore from now on."

Wang Jingyuan nodded with satisfaction. Mo Da's reaction at this moment was exactly the same as his grandfather's back then. It seemed he still had his old skills.

Not long after, a Hengshan disciple climbed down from a carriage, holding a small booklet, and ran up to Wang Jingyuan. He suppressed a smile and handed the booklet to Wang Jingyuan. "Mr. Liu asked me to give this to you. He said to practice diligently and cultivate your character."

Wang Jingyuan took the booklet and saw that it was indeed "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer." Wang Jingyuan casually put it away. As for practicing, there was no need. The original version wasn't as good as the Hong Kong version, so it wasn't interesting.

Seeing Wang Jingyuan put the musical score into his item inventory, Mo Da secretly nodded. He was indeed a magician. Learning the "Thirteen Forms of the Myriad Illusions Hengshan Cloud Mist" was most suitable for him.

Mo Da's transmission of skills was simple. The people of the Liu residence had already left. No one would come for a while, so he simply took Wang Jingyuan back to the Liu residence.

Finding an empty room, he began to teach him the "Thirteen Forms of the Myriad Illusions Hengshan Cloud Mist."

[Mo Da is teaching you the "Thirteen Forms of the Myriad Illusions Hengshan Cloud Mist"]

[Learn: Yes/No]

[Yes]

After Wang Jingyuan learned this sword technique, he realized that it had one similarity with "Dai Zong Ru He," which was that the focus was not on the sword moves themselves. The reason why practicing this technique required learning stage magic first was that stage magic involved many methods of concealing one's hand movements by blocking the audience's vision or attracting their attention.

The focus of this sword technique was also on "concealment." Countless feints and sword-hiding techniques were all aimed at delivering a killing blow unexpectedly.

The concealment methods of stage magic ultimately had flaws, but Wang Jingyuan's item inventory had no flaws at all.

When Mo Da retreated, dodging the large hammer that suddenly swung out from the layers of sword light, he was bewildered. Where did he hide such a large hammer?

Fortunately, Wang Jingyuan showed mercy. If he had gone all out, Mo Da might not have been able to dodge such a sudden sneak attack.

As for blocking? Wang Jingyuan sneered disdainfully. How could such an incongruous scene appear in such a hardcore game? A small dagger being able to send a large saber flying would only appear in games that focused solely on entertainment.