Classics

When Hu Yun heard Ji Yuan say he did not know how to write music scores, her first reaction was: There's actually something Mister Ji doesn't know?

"Then what do we do? Does Mother Jujube know how?"

Hu Yun looked toward Mother Jujube, who hurriedly shook her head. She had never studied something as advanced as music theory. In truth, there were not many people who truly understood it.

But Hu Yun soon saw Ji Yuan put brush to paper again.

"Sir, you learned it that quickly?"

Ji Yuan kept his eyes fixed straight ahead, his brush strokes steady and forceful. He merely smiled and replied.

"How could that be? But we are, after all, immortals seeking the Dao. There is no need to cling too rigidly to conventional forms of notation. To ensure there are no errors of memory, let me first record the scene of Phoenix Seeking Mate in Heavenly Records Script, then slowly compose the score in ordinary writing."

Hu Yun's eyes lit up as she listened, and she said directly.

"I understand. If someone can truly perform Phoenix Seeking Mate, they must surely be a fated person. The moment they play Phoenix Seeking Mate, they will certainly be able to see Phoenix Seeking Mate and comprehend the true essence of the piece!"

"What you said isn't wrong."

Ji Yuan continued writing. The inked characters upon sheet after sheet of white Xuan paper seemed wrought by Heaven itself. Yet Phoenix Seeking Mate was enormously lengthy, and Ji Yuan did not know whether the small stack of Xuan paper on the table would suffice to record it all. Mainly because there were considerable gaps between every column of text—enough room to add another column—but Ji Yuan had deliberately left those spaces for adding the music later.

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