Unparalleled Evildoer

Chapter 76 Playing the Lute to a Cow

The green-faced man held the zither and came to Wuzhan. With his back to Longquan, he chuckled and said, "Little Master, here's the zither for you!" He tapped the zither twice with his fingers, handed it to Wuzhan, and stepped back.

When the green-faced man walked in front of Longquan, Longquan's face froze, as if he sensed something strange, but the man disappeared into the crowd in an instant, and it was inconvenient for him to investigate closely.

Wuzhan took the piano and found that it was indeed a broken piano. The paulownia wood had rotted but was not broken. There were many scratches on the surface of the piano, but fortunately the strings were still there.

Yang Yingjie took the music score in his hand, walked to Wuzhan, looked at the broken piano, and said contemptuously: "You can play this song with this broken piano?"

Wuyan adjusted the strings and said calmly, "You can give it a try."

Yang Yingjie said: "If you can play this piece of music, I will take you as my teacher. If you can't play it, how about you give me the music score?"

Wuzhan said: "If you like it, you can copy it. You don't have to make this bet with me."

Yang Yingjie smiled and said, "This is different. I want to give this music score to someone, so it can't be plagiarized!"

Wuzhan said: "I have written down all the contents above, so I will give it to you as a gift."

"No, how can I easily take someone's love!" He waved his fan gently and said with a suspicious smile, "Are you too confident? Are you afraid that I will lose? I don't believe you can play this song. If you can play it, I will definitely worship you as my teacher. If anyone dares to threaten you again, I will make him bleed on the spot."

Wuzhan said: "Mr. Yang, please just testify for me that the song I played is the one above. I will be very grateful." He slowly walked to the highest point of the cliff, found a flat rock, sat on the ground, and put the xylophone away.

Everyone wanted to go forward to watch, but Yang Yingjie stopped them and said, "You bunch of reckless men, do you know how to appreciate the piano? It's better to appreciate it from a distance. You are going forward to see the piano, are you worried that he will jump off the cliff and run away without telling me? Back off."

After he said this, even Longquan and Xiao Jinghong were too embarrassed to step forward. However, the two of them were very close to Wuzhe, less than ten feet away. After listening to their conversation, everyone was sure that this was a music score, and now they just wanted to see if it could be played.

Wuzhan's fingers lightly swept across the strings, and high and low notes sounded one after another, the sound of the piano was melodious. After a slight adjustment, he looked at everyone and said, "I played the piece "The Wind Rises". Young Master Yang can confirm it for me."

After saying this, he plucked the strings of the zither lightly, and the sound of the zither spread slowly. The sound was soft and subtle, as if it was pushing away the light clouds and mist, or like the morning breeze blowing across the face, making people calm down and listen.

Yang Yingjie gently waved his painted fan, looked at the music score, nodded slightly, and confirmed that it was undoubtedly "The Wind Rises".

The tone rises slowly, but before it reaches the climax, it slowly falls again, occasionally dotted with jade beads, plucking the heartstrings. First it is like standing on the top of a towering mountain, and then it is like facing the calm and boundless ocean. The magnificent mountains and rivers float in the mind, and between the ups and downs, the wonderful sounds gradually become connected, echoing in the valley, making one feel relaxed and happy.

Even people who don't understand music can hear the charm of the piano. Yang Yingjie couldn't believe his ears. He wanted to applaud, but was afraid of disturbing the sound of the piano, so he gave a thumbs up in praise.

The sound of the piano is sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes far, sometimes near, and the rhythm is quickening, as if an undercurrent is surging, and it is in an ambush from all sides. Suddenly, a sound becomes lively and thrilling, and two notes burst in, short and loud, overwhelming, with cold winds howling, thousands of swords firing, and cavalry galloping.

Wuzhan's clothes fluttered, his eyes emitted a black light, he looked coldly at the various sects of cultivation, his hands jumped quickly, sweat dripped down, and everyone heard it, their blood boiled, and their hair stood on end with anger.

It reaches an extremely high point, and after a few circles, it rises again, one layer upon another, like waves crashing against the shore, passionate and enthusiastic; it reaches an extremely low point, and after a few echoes, it drops again, like a glacier collapse, tragic and heroic.

On the Cliff of Suicide, a sound of piano wind was raised, blowing towards the crowd in waves. They were now stunned, motionless, with bloodshot eyes. In their spiritual world, they were experiencing a desperate fight. As long as the sound of piano continued, it would be difficult for them to get out of the predicament.

……

The yellow sand was blown away, the rain stopped, and everyone felt infinite sadness and inexplicable loss in their hearts, as if they were in the vast universe, and they realized how humble and insignificant they were, and how fleeting they were.

The sound of the piano had disappeared for a long time. Everyone woke up as if from a dream, covered in sweat, weak and sore. They looked towards the cliff again, but Wuzhan had disappeared without a trace, and only a broken piano was left.

……

The setting sun was like fire, dyeing the western sky red. The shadows of trees were looming, and the rocks were green. A red-faced man squatted on a tall tree, staring into the distance, and suddenly said happily: "Little Master, he's here!"

I saw a green-faced man running through the woods quickly. After a while, he happily came to the tree. The red-faced man jumped under the tree and complained, "It took you so long to get here. Did you have a bad memory and got lost?"

The green-faced man said, "You are the one who got lost! After you left, those people stayed there for a long time, having a lot of fun, and then they scattered in a hurry to find the little master. It was very lively. Later, some people said that the little master jumped off the cliff, and some people said that the little master ascended to heaven. It was ridiculous!"

The red-faced man said, "We are waiting for you here, but you are just watching the fun over there!"

"I was just watching the fun. That damn Taoist priest seemed to have spotted me and ordered his disciples to follow me. I bypassed seven mountains and drilled eight holes before I got rid of them. These Taoists are really despicable and shameless. When I become more powerful than them, I will kill them to vent my anger for my little master!" He laughed at the handsome young man sitting under the tree, "Little master, how did you recognize us?"

The young man said, "Although you have turned into human form, I can still recognize you through your teeth and Lingkong's nose." This young man was naturally unobstructed. The green-faced man and the red-faced man were Jin Xingzi and Lingkongzi. After the two demons abandoned Wuzhan and got rid of He Biliu, they knew that it was impossible for them to rescue Wuzhan, so they had to find a cave, completely refine the golden elixir, transform into human form, and make great progress in their cultivation, entering the Nascent Soul stage (equivalent to the Divine Control stage for cultivators). The two demons attached great importance to friendship, and knew that their rapid progress in cultivation was entirely due to Wuzhan. If Wuzhan was alive, they would find a way to rescue him. After the two demons transformed, they were no different from ordinary people. At first, they were worried about being recognized and dared not show their heads. Later, they met a few people and were not recognized. They were overjoyed, so they showed their faces in the crowd, inquired about Wuzhan's whereabouts in Jiuxiang, and stole a lot of things from the people, including the broken piano. Finally, they heard the news of Wuzhan in the tavern and rushed to the Cliff of Love Suicide. At that time, many sects were questioning Wuzhan. The two were ecstatic to see Wuzhan, but Wuzhan was surrounded on the cliff and there were many masters there, so it was difficult for them to get close to rescue Wuzhan, so they could only wait and look for an opportunity.

Unexpectedly, Wuzhan recognized the two of them in the crowd, and seeing Lingkongzi carrying a zither on his back, he came up with an idea. He handed over the music score, causing a fight, and took the opportunity to sign to the two monsters. Jinxingzi understood what he meant, and when he stepped forward to offer the zither, he tapped the zither twice with his fingers, motioning to wait, "He's gone!" By then, Lingkongzi had secretly left, went around the cliff, and waited for Wuzhan to jump down.

When Wuzhan was playing the music, he was thinking about the fact that he was suffering from a terminal illness, being interrogated by various sects of cultivation, his great revenge had not been taken, the five-colored stone had been taken away, and he was burdened with a heavy responsibility. The road ahead was uncertain and as difficult as ascending to heaven. He was extremely angry inside, so he played an unexpected devilish sound, which almost drove those people collectively possessed, and he had already consumed a lot of physical strength.

Feeling that the time had come, Wuzhan jumped off the cliff. Lingkongzi had already spread his wings and was waiting in the air. When he saw Wuzhan jump down, he caught him, flew down the canyon, flew stealthily in the canyon, and came to the forest where he had agreed to meet Jinxingzi to wait.

Ling Kongzi said: "This is all thanks to my xylophone. If it weren't for it, how could the young master get rid of those evil thieves so easily!"

Jin Xingzi said, "Don't flatter yourself. If I wasn't smart, how could you understand the intention of the little master with your wooden head, right, little master!"

Wuzhan said: "I need to thank both of you!"

Ling Kongzi said hurriedly: "It's just a small favor, just a small favor. If it weren't for the little master, we wouldn't be where we are today. We have already decided that in the remaining days of your life, you must serve the little master well and we will never let you be bullied by others again!"

Seeing Wuzhan looking lost, Jin Xingzi hurriedly said, "You only have a few days left, and you can't speak at all!"

Ling Kongzi smiled innocently and said, "I hope my little master lives a long life."

"You are only a hundred years old, but my little master can live for tens of millions of years, as long as the heavens!"

Wuzhan said calmly: "I feel that life is very painful. I really want to be free as soon as possible."

Jin Xingzi said, "We are now just like ordinary people. We will not be recognized wherever we go. Little Master, wherever you want to go, we will take you there."

Wuzhan said calmly, "It's been almost ten years. I want to go back to my hometown, find my parents' graves to pay homage, and then look for an opportunity to take back what's mine. I'll go wherever I can."

"What a good way to go wherever you want, but you are here!" A man walked out of the forest, it was the 'romantic talent' Yang Yingjie.

Jin Xingzi shouted, "Oh no, we've been discovered. Quickly take the little master and run!" Wuzhan did not stand up, indicating that it was not necessary.

Yang Yingjie smiled slightly and said, "I am not here to arrest you, why are you running!"

Jin Xingzi asked, "You followed me here, if you didn't want to catch the little master, then what else do you want?"

Yang Yingjie smiled disdainfully and said, "Who do you think I am? How can I be compared with those reckless men? I came here to ask for advice."

Wuzhan said calmly: "The music score has been given to Young Master Yang. You can give it to that woman. My piano skills are crude and ordinary. How can I show off my skills in front of an expert and mislead others!"

Yang Yingjie laughed and said, "Sir, you are too modest. You can play a difficult piece of music with a broken piano, which makes everyone in the audience stunned for a long time and then run away. Do I need to say more about your piano skills?"

Wuzhan said: "Young Master, you are too kind to me. If I have time, and you don't mind, I will definitely do my best!"

"Don't worry. As long as you are willing to teach me, I will find the best doctor in the world to treat you."

Wuzhan said: "I appreciate your kindness, sir, but I know my body best, and no one can cure it!"

Yang Yingjie said: "You can't give up on yourself like this. A huge sum of money will always bring courage. How do you know that no one in the world can cure your illness?"

Wuzhan said: "My body is special, so don't worry about it. You are smart, if you want to improve your skills, why don't you go to her to learn?"

Yang Yingjie sighed, "How could she teach me? To be honest, I have only seen her once. She was covered with a veil, and I could not see her clearly. The portrait on the fan was just drawn by me based on my imagination. It is easy to listen to her music, but it is difficult to see her true face. If I give her Xingtian's "Fortune Telling", she might show up after seeing it. I will drink a cup of tea through the veil and listen to her playing a song. If I want to remove the veil, I need to let her hear the music that is more beautiful than her music!"

Jin Xingzi said: "In my opinion, her appearance must be shameful to others, so she covered her face with a veil."

Yang Yingjie said with a smile: "Even with the veil on, she is already stunningly beautiful. How can my eyesight be any worse!" He added: "Since you are unwilling to teach me, can you promise to go to Jiujiang with me and let her hear your piano playing?"

(End of this chapter)