He was stubborn, but his four brothers started to feel uneasy. To survive in the cultivation world until now, avoiding the strong and the weak was one of the rules of survival. This Niu Youde was obviously unfathomable. They couldn't understand why Fangming was so stubborn. Was it worth taking such a big risk?
"Justice exists in the hearts of people?" Yue Qianchou's fingers danced non-stop on the zither. He sneered and said, "If justice exists in the hearts of people, why would there be a distinction between the secular world and the cultivation world? Everyone has justice in their hearts, and there's no need for us to risk our lives fighting and killing. 'Every man for himself' is the most suitable phrase to be used in the cultivation world. "
His words caused the bonfire to fall into silence. Only the sound of the zither could be heard. Everyone was reflecting on their past experiences in the cultivation world. Truly, 'every man for himself' was the definition of 'every man for himself'. Many people sighed softly and poured the strong liquor down their throats …
"Your way of thinking is too one-sided and extreme. For example, this old senior …" Fang Ming righteously waved his hand and pointed at the one-armed old man in the Leaning Mountain Pavilion. He said passionately, "Not to mention his profound cultivation base, he has been silently maintaining the Ghost Village for countless years. He has not allowed the Ghost Village to fall into ruins. He has also provided a place for us wandering cultivators to stay. Can you say that this old senior's actions are also 'every man for himself'? "
Nice boot-licking. I hope he can save your life in the future! Yue Qianchou glanced at him disdainfully and ignored him. His fingers danced on the zither, producing an infinitely melancholic tune. He looked around and said with a faint smile, "There's wine today, so let's get drunk today. When we meet again in the future, we will be passers-by. Niu Youde will present a song to relieve the boredom of fellow wandering cultivators."
As soon as he finished speaking, his fingers suddenly danced wildly on the zither, producing a messy noise that made everyone's teeth go numb.
Everyone looked at him with bared teeth. Just now, he was talking about warming people's hearts. Why did he turn into a disgusting person in the blink of an eye? Fangming frowned under the green veil. Fangming was secretly happy. So he was just pretending …
Just when everyone's emotions were in a mess, the ear-piercing noise came to an abrupt end. Just as everyone relaxed and heaved a sigh of relief, a beautiful melody that was interwoven with "ding ding dong dong" slowly entered everyone's hearts. It was like when one was unbearably hot in a hot summer and was suddenly wrapped in a cool and refreshing feeling. It made one heave a sigh of relief, and at the same time, it was so comfortable that one could not help but want to let out a groan.
As the sound of the zither gradually opened the hearts of the people, they heard Yue Qianchou reciting in a bleak tone, "The winds and clouds of the world originate from my generation, once I enter Jianghu, time flies. A thousand years of cultivation, chatting and laughing, can't compare to a drunken life! "
The night breeze was cool, the bonfire was bright, and the crackling sound of the firewood could not pull everyone out of their trance. With just a few lines, everyone followed the melody and stepped into the turbulent cultivation world in an instant.
The past was still vivid in their minds, and the rogue cultivators could not bear to look back. Complacency and frustration appeared before their eyes one by one, and how much blood and tears were mixed in them. How much did they give up, and how much did they gain? Did they give up more or did they gain more? They did not know how long this dream would last. They also did not know if these years of hard searching were worth it.
"Can't compare to a drunken life …" Many people casually muttered, then shook their heads with a bitter smile and sighed. How could they relieve their worries? Only the mellow and strong wine! The rogue cultivators sitting around the bonfire rose and fell with the prelude of the zither, and the cool wine went straight down their throats.
For a moment, the fragrance of the wine wafted everywhere, making the night full of bonfire and confused but clear, and worthy of eternal remembrance. Can't compare to a drunken life? Everyone knew that they could not be so free and easy, but tonight, they could get drunk …
Fu Chun and Qin Jiaxing looked at Yue Qianchou with their mouths wide open, as if they did not recognize him. Was this still the boss from before? They had followed Yue Qianchou for a period of time, and they knew that this boss was cruel and merciless, and he would kill at the slightest provocation. Moreover, he often used vulgar words like 'father' and 'mother'. It was hard to imagine that he could say such words with deep meaning. Moreover, looking at his elegance and the romantic way he played the zither, it was quite scary!
Are we hallucinating? Fu Chun and Qin Jiaxing looked at each other in disbelief.
Yan Lan and the other girls' eyes were full of little stars, and they were full of splendor! They all bent their knees and rested their chins on their hands, staring at him with their blurred eyes … This man could really make women fall for him!
His eyes under the green veil, although they were moving, they were as calm as before. But now, they were rippling, as if a small stone had been thrown into a pool of stagnant water, and it made people's hearts fluctuate, and it was difficult to calm down.
Fang Ming suddenly came to his senses, and he stared at Yue Qianchou with an unpredictable expression. Yue Qianchou, who was playing the zither, also gave him a disdainful look. That's right, Yue Qianchou was indeed looking down on him …
How dare you pretend to be elegant in front of me? Elegant is bullsh * t, it's only for people who have nothing better to do. Who has ever seen someone who can't even fill his stomach pretending to be elegant? Elegant, you son of a b * tch, I can do whatever I want, and I've already stopped playing. Today, I'll let you see what it means to pretend to be elegant. Playing the zither, singing, and reciting poems, haven't you seen it before? This is called being overflowing with talent!
Yue Qianchou had deliberately played the zither before, and it wasn't just on a whim. Because everyone had already listened to a few songs, it was as if they had eaten too much delicious food, and now they were being served another delicious dish. If everyone wanted to taste the authentic taste, they would need a cup of plain water to wash away the residue on their taste buds, so that they wouldn't taste mixed.
As for Yue Qianchou's violent and random flicking, it was like a cup of tasteless plain water, completely washing away the lingering aftertaste in everyone's minds. After doing this, he began to show off proudly. He snatched this romantic night that belonged to Fang Ming into his own hands.
While everyone was still sighing, they heard Yue Qianchou reciting sonorously with the zither, "Riding on a sword to traverse heaven and earth, white bones fly like startled birds. The world is like a tide, and people are like water, but how many people return to the martial world! "He added a slight sigh at the end, feeling a little sad about parting.
"The world is like a tide, and people are like water, but how many people return to the martial world …" The rogue cultivators repeated it over and over again … Thinking back to when they first entered the cultivation world, everyone was still simple, and everyone had a few good friends, but who could survive? Even if they were still alive, who could still maintain that innocence? Deceiving each other to save their own lives …
"How many people return to the martial world …" Suddenly, someone stood up, threw the wine jar in his hand into the distance, and roared under the night sky. "Cultivation world, you son of a bitch!" That person gradually closed his eyes, and two streaks of tears slid down his beard, glowing under the light of the bonfire.
This person was none other than the mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, Tian Ye. Perhaps he was thinking of his relatives and friends who no longer existed. The eyes of the two people beside him were also red, and they didn't say anything. They only knew how to pour the wine into their mouths.
Next to the mountain pavilion, under the illumination of the incandescent lamp, behind the green gauze curtain, her red lips moved slightly, and an almost inaudible voice came out, "Riding on a sword to traverse heaven and earth, white bones fly like startled birds. The world is like a tide, and people are like water, but how many people return to the martial world … "
It seemed to be the first time this mysterious woman spoke. Her voice was mellow, like silver beads falling on a plate, crisp and pleasant to the ear. Unfortunately, the cultivation of the people below could not hear it. Only the old man behind her heard it. The one-armed old man slowly turned his head to look at Yue Qianchou, and his calm eyes were a little dim, as if he was peeling away the night sky and looking at the distant past …
"Haha …" A burst of wild and carefree laughter suddenly sounded under the night sky, and the bonfire suddenly flickered. Everyone was startled and looked over, and it was Yue Qianchou laughing with his head facing the sky. The sound of the zither also became carefree and leisurely, and his ten fingers were as bright as a blooming lotus, freely moving on the strings.
The carefree and leisurely sound of the zither seemed to be warning everyone that since the past was unbearable to look back on, why not just let it go and laugh it off … The sound of the zither suddenly surged, and everyone's emotions fluctuated along with it. Suddenly, they heard Yue Qianchou sing loudly, "The ocean laughs, the surging tides on both sides, floating and sinking with the waves, remembering the present. The heavens laughs, the tides of the world, only God knows who wins and who loses. The rivers and mountains laugh, the misty rain is far away, the waves wash away the mortal world, how many do you know in the secular world? The cool breeze laughs, actually provoking loneliness, the heroic spirit is still there in the evening. Lalala … lalala … haha … "
The song surged in the wilderness. Although it was night, the moon was bright, and the stars were sparse, but everyone's state of mind was instantly brought into another world. Under the bright sky, laughing alone at the ups and downs of the ocean, laughing at the vicissitudes of life like floating clouds, fighting for fame and wealth like passing clouds. How many people in the Cultivation World live in fear and anxiety? How can it be as carefree as watching the sunset with a wisp of cool breeze!?
Yue Qianchou's ten fingers, the unrestrained singing, and the wild and hearty laughter dazzled Yan Lan and the other girls, and they couldn't help but fall into a trance. Fu Chun and Qin Jiaxing were dumbfounded, and they really suspected that their boss was possessed by something unclean.
Inside the pavilion, the one-armed old man's cold eyes gradually melted. Beside the pavilion, the blue muslin on the bridle fluttered without any wind. The pair of eyes inside stared at Yue Qianchou who was indulging himself. Her soft red lips moved slightly, and she murmured to herself, "The rivers and mountains laugh, the misty rain is far away … Is this a song composed by Yue Qianchou?"
"… The common people laugh, no longer lonely, the heroic spirit is still there …" As Yue Qianchou sang, he couldn't help himself, and he gradually got into the mood. He seemed to be crazily singing to his heart's content. His wild and unrestrained manner really stirred people's hearts.
Not to mention the others, they all swayed their upper bodies along with the song, and their flying swords clanked again. Together with the music, they sang along with Yue Qianchou, "The ocean laughs, the surging tides on both sides, floating and sinking with the waves, remembering the present …"
This song was both heroic and catchy, suitable for these men to vent their emotions. After being led to sing a few times, they all sang very well. Under the night sky, beside the piles of bonfires, the fragrance of wine mixed with the wild singing drifted in the wilderness. The veiled woman beside the pavilion raised her flute and gently placed it next to her lips …
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