The music was hesitant and strained.
Ning Que was completely bewildered, and a sense of absurdity welled up in his heart.
What kind of nonsense is this?!
But he took a deep breath, quickly regained his senses, and his hands, which were like pig's trotters, were strangely beautiful. Under his playing, the surging undercurrents suddenly contracted and merged into one.
The violent vibrations impacted in all directions, shaking the towering mountains and the surging spring tide.
The zither's melody, with its five distinct notes, will wound those who hear it, and kill those who are struck by it
Previously, Li Mo would have had no choice but to use his sword as a hammer to break this move with brute force, without even the chance to dodge and maneuver to counter it with Swordsmanship.
But now, Li Mo clearly felt that as the Jade Feather Whistle sounded, the whistle's tone seemed to be intertwining with the zither's melody.
This was never an ordinary whistle...
The ethereal whistle seemed to transform into Green Phoenix enveloping him. He could clearly 'see' the flow of the melody, which was also reflected in his heart.
Li Mo suddenly understood music; the originally intricate and complex sounds of the zither were now crystal clear.
The general principles of the Nine Swords of Dugu flowed through his mind.
He has a sword in his hand, and a sword in his heart.
The sword moves with the heart, guided by the soul. A single sword strike is like a startled swan from the heavens, its origin unknown, yet its destination known.
"Why did Li Mo suddenly whistle when the fight was going so well?"
"Didn't you notice? After he whistled, he seemed to become much more at ease playing the piano!"
"You know what, you really have to admit, this song by Little Tyrant sounds... kind of cheerful, it makes me want to dance."
"Brother, stop dancing! Look over there, Grandma's already dancing in the street!"
"Holy crap!"
While the general public remained puzzled, some scholars well-versed in music were suddenly astonished. "Green Phoenix's instrument?!"
"What is that?" someone asked, puzzled.
A disciple from Penglai explained:
"That is what the Green Phoenix Clan uses to convey their feelings through musical instruments before meeting their destined one. It is nourished by their heart's blood and is full of their unspoken feelings that cannot be understood by outsiders."
"When one plays the Green Phoenix instrument, one can develop a certain degree of innate understanding of music without a teacher."
"Of course, this also depends on the Green Phoenix's musical skill..."
This is something many musicians can only dream of.
This represents the mastery of music, and the unwavering loyalty of a noble and elegant Green Phoenix...
"Wait, where did Li Mo get this thing?"
Someone asked the question, and the scene suddenly fell silent for a moment.
All eyes turned to the slender figure on the flying platform.
I wonder how many people shattered their back teeth in the process.
Ying Bing was completely unaware of this; she was about to face her next opponent.
Having come this far, there are no weaklings left standing on this stage.
Her group included Heaven Derivation Fairy Tian Miao, the sword fanatic Xie Xuan (who was more commonly known as the Heaven Calamity Divine Sword at this time), and Guan Kong of Longxiang Temple.
"I know I can't beat you, but you keep looking that way, it's really disrespectful to me."
Tian Miao, who had participated in the Hidden Dragon Assembly for the first time ever, stood helplessly with her hands on her hips.
"I didn't watch it continuously."
Ying Bing turned her head.
Her gentle and serene gaze suddenly turned cold and aloof, revealing an unapproachable and sacred aura.
Tian Miao: "..."
She glanced furtively at the Jade Disk at her waist, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, her eyes instantly clearing:
"Actually, it won't hurt if you look at it a little longer."
"?"
"This way, my chances of winning can go from zero to a near-death experience," Tian Miao said earnestly.
They've already faced a near-death experience! Who cares about respect anymore!
The Heavenly Human Divine Sword, which had been holding back for so long, let out an excited murmur, precisely piercing the point of harmony amidst countless melodies.
With a whoosh, the lofty artistic conception instantly broke through a layer for Li Mo, allowing him to move forward.
"Damn it!"
Ning Que was extremely frustrated!
This beautiful story of mountains and flowing water waiting for a kindred spirit has been told.
Legend has it that the first owner of this zither was named Xi Ning Rogue Person, who played this piece on Mount Penglai before the existence of the Penglai Star Sect.
At that time, all the musicians in the world considered it an honor to be able to ascend Mount Penglai and meet this sage of music, but unfortunately, they were all blocked by the sound of the zither and could not enter.
Until one day, the renowned poet Shao Yun, whose fame has lasted for millennia, traveled far away and took out his long flute to play a duet with him.
The two became close friends through music, but only met once. Later, one died for his country, while the other waited for him his entire life.
This is a romantic story full of elegance and poetic charm...
This also created the beautiful story of "High Mountains and Flowing Water" waiting for a kindred spirit.
What about now?
Little Tyrant arrived humming that catchy, cliché tune!
Is this the soulmate he's been waiting for? No! Absolutely not, you bastard!
"This is not elegant at all, don't come any closer!"
Ning Que was truly determined.
Those invisible notes seemed to become violent as his swollen trotters bled.
Layers of emerald waves surrounded me, like blooming flowers, yet also brewing boundless turbulence.
A nine-part musical performance featuring flowing wine cups on a winding stream!
"Good timing!"
Li Mo inexplicably felt a surge of energy.
It's just music, anyone can do it the same way.
Wake up, enjoy my most dazzling ethnic style song!!
Certainly.
More importantly, the Heavenly Human Divine Sword was thrust out simultaneously.
Li Mo controls his sword with his mind.
The sword light, like autumn water and rippling waves, pierced the heart and mind, striking precisely at the heart of the nine-fold melody of the zither.
With this sword strike, Li Mo, guided by his own mind, has taken another step forward.
The essence of those chivalrous swordsmen was now blended together, and he had one foot in the perfect realm of the Nine Swords of Dugu!
Tear--
The raging waves dispersed, and the sword light abruptly ceased.
It hovered between Ning Que's brows, just a sheet of paper away.
His emotions were deeply ingrained, hence Ning Que's pupils dilated, yet he remained unharmed despite his shock.
"It's over, I... I lost, it's all over..."
After realizing his defeat, Ning Que looked stunned, like a humiliated, sullen wife.
"..."
Li Mo sheathed his sword and pondered, seemingly gaining some insight, the glimmer of understanding he had just received swirling in his mind.
A moment later, he opened his eyes and saw Ning Que, whose brain seemed to be trembling.
"Brother Ning, didn't you say it was a gentleman's friendly spar? Losing one match is nothing to worry about..."
No, you don't understand.
Ning Que clutched his head. "I'm no longer refined. My lofty and elegant music has been ruined by your vulgar and tasteless tune. I'm no longer a gentleman."
Li Mo: "..."
What's with this kind of beauty that's determined to be Little Li the Swordsman?
Goodness, even my recent circumstances have changed. Is the "Most Dazzling Ethnic Trend" really that popular?
"Ahem, you're mistaken. Didn't you enjoy that piece of music just now?"
"Happiness is happiness, but..."
"Refined music may be highbrow and appreciated by few, which is fine, but it's also good to bring joy to everyone. Isn't that a kind of profound and subtle beauty?"
Li Mo gestured with his lips.
Ning Que was taken aback. He followed the gaze and looked down at the stage. He saw a woman dressed in green with sunflower seed shells scattered on the ground around her, still twisting her body.
A cheerful rocker, with the unhurried composure of an old artist.
"Look how happy she is."
"What can one person prove...?"
"Um, let me introduce you, she is the Green Phoenix Clan."
"..."
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