Miao Yi's eyes widened as he stared into the depths of the mist. He pointed again and exclaimed, "Someone is playing the zither in there!"
"Playing the zither?" Yan Beihong was speechless. Seeing that Miao Yi didn't seem to be lying, he quickly dug his ear with his pinky and focused his attention to listen.
However, after listening for a while, he didn't even hear a fart, let alone any zither music. He couldn't help but ask suspiciously, "Little Brother, you're overthinking things, aren't you?"
Miao Yi confirmed that he wasn't hearing things. He excitedly pointed to the front and said, "Someone is playing the zither in there. That means it's also a safe area up ahead. Let's go take a look. There are fewer people up ahead, so there's a higher chance of finding the immortal herb."
When he turned around, he saw Yan Beihong's expression gradually darkening. He didn't know what he had said wrong.
Unbeknownst to him, Yan Beihong hadn't heard anything at all. He was a person who could clearly distinguish between gratitude and grudges, and this kind of person usually couldn't stand to have a single grain of sand in his eye.
It wasn't a big deal if Miao Yi wanted to recruit him as his bodyguard. He could have just said it out loud and it would have been easier to negotiate. However, Miao Yi's' excuse 'made Yan Beihong feel that Miao Yi was up to no good.
Yan Beihong had already experienced Miao Yi's scheming of getting someone else to do his dirty work. Now that he had the immortal herb on him, if this kid had any ill intentions, he might just end up dead.
Hence, the trust that Yan Beihong had painstakingly built up for Miao Yi was instantly gone. He immediately untied the bag he had snatched, took out some food and stuffed it into his robes, then threw the rest of the food and the bag at Miao Yi's feet.
"Little Brother, since you won't listen to me, this is all I can do. We'll meet again!"
Yan Beihong spat out these words, then strode away without looking back.
Miao Yi was a little confused by his actions. Why did he turn on him so suddenly?
Even after watching Yan Beihong's figure disappear into the mist, Miao Yi still couldn't figure out what was going on. He could only assume that Yan Beihong didn't want to take any more risks with him.
Half a month had passed, and he hadn't found a single immortal herb. Should he chase after Yan Beihong, or continue searching? With Yan Beihong's skills, it should be safer for him to go with him...
Miao Yi stood alone at the top of the mountain and hesitated for a long time. Thinking about his younger brother and sister's future, he turned to look at the source of the zither music and muttered, "Where others dare to go, do I not dare to go myself?"
Looking up at the sky, he took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and steeled his will. Picking up the bag on the ground, he slung it over his shoulder and walked down the mountain in the direction of the zither music.
As soon as he reached the foot of the mountain, the sound of the zither seemed to be disturbed for a moment, but it soon returned to normal.
After walking for a while, Miao Yi realized that the terrain here was abnormally flat.
He walked in the direction of the sound, but after walking for a long distance, the sound seemed to always be in front of him. It was as if he could never get close to it. He couldn't help but wonder if he had heard wrong. It wasn't the sound of the zither at all.
Miao Yi couldn't help but hesitate.
Not too far away from him, on top of a towering mountain surrounded by mist, there was a flat platform and a stone table. On top of that, there was a huge zither that was more than three meters long.
The body of the ancient zither was embossed with the sun, moon, and stars, as well as the vicissitudes of life.
Three dragon heads emerged from the sea, looking back at the sun, moon, and stars.
The bodies of the three dragons were like the strings of a zither. They were divided into three colors and looked extremely exquisite.
As he got closer, he could even see the dragon scales and four curled claws on the zither strings. In addition to the lifelike and meticulously carved dragon heads, it was easy to mistake the zither strings for a shrunken version of a dragon.
It could be seen that there should have been eight such dragon strings on the zither, but for some reason, five of the zither's strings had been destroyed, leaving only three.
A tall man stood beside the zither on the stone table. He wore a plain white scholar's robe, with a simple blue cloak draped over his shoulders. The material of his clothes seemed very ordinary. If it weren't for his hairstyle, it would be easy to mistake him for a scholar from a humble family who wore clean clothes.
His clean long hair draped over his back to his waist, and his forehead was clean and full.
It was a pity that he had a head full of glossy black hair. The only unattractive part was the frost color at his temples.
His temples were white, with one strand each hanging on his chest. Another strand of white hair was tucked at the back of his head, with a small braid at the back of his head. It restrained the black hair that draped over his back so that it wouldn't get messy.
Although this' scholar 'had the mature appearance of a middle-aged man, he was so handsome that it was almost indescribable.
The bridge of his nose was tall and straight, and the space between his brows was a mixture of gentleness and gentleness. His eyes were like a phoenix, and his pupils were like cold stars. His cheeks were resolute, and his gentle lips could intoxicate a beauty with a single kiss.
It was hard to describe what he was feeling. At a glance, a righteous and demonic aura coexisted, nobility and ordinariness coexisted, dominance and gentleness coexisted, and he didn't lack chivalry and gentleness. When he looked back, he would inadvertently reveal an imposing aura that looked down on the world.
There was a saying that went, 'Ten Thousand Styles', but his' Ten Thousand Styles' was different from the 'Ten Thousand Styles' used to describe women.
There was another saying that could also be used to describe women, and that was' Peerless Style '!
This was a man of peerless style, one that was hard to find in this world!
On the misty mountain peak, the 'scholar' stood ramrod straight beside the zither on the stone table. He gazed into the distance, with one hand behind his back, and the other hand's fingers lightly plucking the three strings. The sound that Miao Yi heard was from him.
With this mountain peak as the center, the area within a radius of twenty li was a basin. The sound of his zither was like the soundwaves of a bat. No intruder would be able to escape his ears.
He couldn't be sure if Miao Yi was attracted by the sound of the zither. It was also possible that he had entered this realm by mistake, but he could sense Miao Yi's hesitation.
His five fingers that were easily plucking the strings did not stop. The hand behind his back was brought up to his chest, and he gently undid the knot of the cloak's ribbon.
The cloak moved on its own, fluttering, leaving his shoulders, drifting away, drifting into the fog.
Miao Yi, who was still hesitating, was startled. He realized that the sound of the zither seemed to have moved, and changed to another direction.
'What's going on?' Miao Yi scratched his head, and looked around nervously. In the end, he braced himself and walked towards the place where the sound of the zither was coming from.
The scholar's slightly drooping eyes flickered for a moment, and he slowly tilted his head to look in Miao Yi's direction.
He confirmed that Miao Yi was indeed being disturbed by the sound of the zither. His expression was calm, but his emotions seemed to have been affected. The speed at which his five fingers plucked the strings increased, and the sound of the zither became a little hurried.
The sound of the zither changed directions several times, as if someone was running with the zither. Miao Yi was tempted, and his footsteps quickened. He wanted to see who had the leisure to play the zither here.
He might not have noticed it himself, but he was already running in a zigzag pattern because of the sound of the zither.
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