Be Passive In The High Martial World

Chapter 60: Anonymous Stars, with a Godly Name called Yanwei

Chen Kuang and Shen Meinan divided the peanuts they had among themselves.

Taking advantage of Chen Kuang's "inability to see," Shen Meinan secretly took two extra peanuts for herself, despite verbally agreeing to an equal split.

As she ate, the young girl read the music scores in the jade box to Chen Kuang five times.

This particular half-score was obscure, using mostly ancient methods of notation that were completely different from the popular ones today. There were also numerous special markings created by Xie Mengquan.

Surprisingly, Shen Meinan was able to roughly identify the symbols and markings on the score.

"I am a well-rounded lady proficient in qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting."

The young girl said proudly, with her hands on her hips.

She looked like a plump and clever phoenix parrot, complete with rosy cheeks.

Of course, there were many parts that she couldn't understand no matter how hard she tried. Otherwise, wouldn't everyone be able to read and play this musical masterpiece?

At this point, Chen Kuang would ask her to describe the appearance and position of the symbols and markings.

But in reality, he could tell what was written with just a glance.

Chen Kuang now realized that the nameless musician who gave him that music score and taught him for three years was indeed a true master.

Those things were unique and could only be understood through teaching, with a wealth of special techniques that others couldn't comprehend.

Others couldn't even read them, let alone play them.

The music theory Chen Kuang mastered from the beginning was worlds apart from that of ordinary people.

No wonder he surpassed the court musicians in just three years.

However, with such outstanding skills, he only ended up doing odd jobs for ten years in the palace, without the support of social connections.

But if he hadn't entered the palace, Chen Kuang might have starved to death ten years ago...

Even if he didn't starve, given his family's difficult situation at the time, he would probably have become the lowest-ranked tenant.

Misfortune Brings Fortune; it's hard to say which is better or worse.

After roughly organizing the two music scores, Chen Kuang's expression became strange.

Vaguely, he felt that he might be able to complete the missing half of the score by understanding the direction of the music itself and the habits of the nameless musician.

This was not an illusion, as the outline of a complete piece was already emerging in his mind.

Shen Meinan sat beside him, watching him skillfully play the qin and calmly pluck the strings, her chin resting on her hand, completely absorbed.

The guest room on the boat had good lighting. The afternoon sunlight reflected off the lake, creating shimmering waves of light that shone through the window and swayed behind Chen Kuang.

The young man wore a white robe that was free of dust, and the end of the blindfold hung down with his black hair. His hands had distinct knuckles, and when he played the qin, they were agile and steady.

Between the flickering light and shadow, he looked like a fluttering butterfly.

"These two pieces are excellent, but unfortunately, they have no names."

Chen Kuang suddenly spoke.

"Ah? Oh!"

Shen Meinan snapped back to reality and realized that she had been holding the peanuts in her hand without eating them for a while.

She hurriedly tried to put them in her mouth but missed.

The peanut popped off her cheek and fell to the ground, rolling under the table.

Shen Meinan opened her mouth, glanced at Chen Kuang, and saw that he seemed indifferent, as if he hadn't noticed.

With determination, the young girl clenched her teeth and crawled under the table.

As she rummaged around, she responded to Chen Kuang in a serious tone, "Then, then you can give them names. After all, the music scores are in your hands now."

Chen Kuang: "..."

He twitched the corner of his mouth, hesitated to speak.

Forget it, I'm blind.

He thought for a moment and mischievously said, "How about calling one 'Stars' and the other 'Anonymous'?"

Shen Meinan lifted the tablecloth and emerged, looking confused.

"Anonymous and nameless are pretty much the same. Why not just call it Nameless? Stars sounds like a normal name, but neither of the two pieces has any connection to stars..."

Chen Kuang naturally wouldn't say that these were the most common names in the previous world, used to represent singers and songwriters whose identities were unknown.

Those names were a perfect match for the music composed by the nameless musician.

He just smiled and said, "Not related? Isn't it more interesting that way?"

"If we always follow the rules and name them something like 'High Mountains and Flowing Water' or 'Plain Snow,' it would be too boring."

"If Miss Meinan thinks it's inappropriate, I can think of another name."

Shen Meinan was taken aback and quickly said, "No, no, I think it's good. I just didn't expect... I thought you were a very serious person."

Chen Kuang raised an eyebrow. "I have many non-serious aspects. You can gradually get to know them in the future."

Shen Meinan nodded vigorously, her expression serious. "I like people who are not serious. I like them as friends... um, as friends."

Chen Kuang pretended to be a little deaf and blind, smiling.

"I already understand these two pieces of music. I will play them for you to listen to."

Shen Meinan quickly sat up straight, placing her hands obediently on her knees, pretending to listen attentively.

In fact, she had no interest in qin, chess, calligraphy, or painting. These were all hobbies of Shen Xingzhu, which she had abandoned during her rigorous cultivation.

The heights of the sun and moon, without hindrance.

But her family naturally placed these things on her and assumed she should like them.

Every time they saw her playing with qin, chess, calligraphy, or painting, their gaze was always directed at someone else.

As if... she was a substitute.

However, in reality, she not only couldn't be a substitute, but she was also inferior.

Shen Meinan's gaze fell on Chen Kuang's face, and she secretly felt delighted.

She originally thought that she was the only one who knew that secret.

Now, there were two of them.

"Zheng—"

Chen Kuang played the qin, and the sound flowed like mercury. Shen Meinan widened her eyes, shifting her attention from Chen Kuang to his music.

Although the first piece was named "Stars," it actually played the scene of a general drawing his bow at night, with a murderous intent hidden within.

The sound of the qin emerged from the darkness, destroying one's vitality and killing intent.

The second piece, "Untitled," played the scene of a bright moon hanging high, illuminating the depths of the darkness.

It was somewhat similar to the first piece in terms of sensory expansion, but the main focus was on nurturing the spirit.

Although before reaching the Embracing Moon Realm, the spirit was nothing more than a faint presence, through Huo Hengxuan's training in killing intent, Chen Kuang had already realized the importance of the spirit.

If the spirit was unstable at a low level, when encountering someone above the Embracing Moon Realm, there wouldn't even be a chance to resist.

In an instant, life and death could be decided.

After playing half of the first piece, Chen Kuang, feeling unsatisfied, closed his eyes and continued from the vague outline in his mind.

Shen Meinan had already prepared to applaud, her hand raised, but she heard the qin pause and then continue.

Incredibly natural, incredibly smooth!

Perfectly natural!

She was stunned for a moment, then took a deep breath and quietly put her hand down, straightening her back. She felt goosebumps rising on her back.

The remnants of the Music Saint's score, a sound that had been lost for a thousand years.

Today... it continued.

Without any warning, without any solemn bathing or incense burning, it continued so simply and casually.

If those old monsters from the Tianyin Pavilion, who had been studying for hundreds of years, were to find out, they would probably want to tie up the young man in front of them and treat him as a treasure of the pavilion...

The girl thought absurdly.

Could it be that she had picked up an unparalleled genius?

Chen Kuang's consciousness followed the sound of the qin, his body instinctively activating the first expansion, once again entering a brief state of expanded perception.

On the ship, there was a clamor.

On the top floor, Lin Eryou watched as a strange young man left, squinting his eyes and shaking his feather fan with a smile that held an unknown meaning.

Among the practitioners on the middle floor, after the feast at the Fengyu Tower, they were ready to set off, with a solemn killing intent permeating the air.

And on the corridor not far away, the young man with thick eyebrows had taken off his outer garment, revealing a purple robe, followed by an old servant who looked aged.

The young man with thick eyebrows was naturally Zhou Yanwei.

Because they were relatively close, their conversation faintly reached Chen Kuang's ears.

"Second Prince... my lord, this old servant will do his best, but I can't handle the Martial Saint Pavilion. My lord, you will have to take care of it yourself."

"I only said I would help a friend. I don't know who he is, so don't say anything either."

"As long as you know in your heart. Sigh, next time, you mustn't be so willful."

"I know, I know. You know my temperament too."

Zhou Yanwei smiled. "Next time, for sure."

Chen Kuang was taken aback.

In the scene, the purple robe on Zhou Yanwei reminded him of a legend.

There is a god, dressed in purple clothes, wearing a crown, named Yanwei, the ruler of the people, feasting with the lord of the world.

"Zhou... Jiye."

"Using the country as a surname, and the name of the ruler of the world as a given name."

Chen Kuang suddenly opened his eyes.

Zhou Yanwei... was the prince of Zhou!