On Qingzhou Lake, there was an endless stream of pleasure boats. There were women standing outside the boats, enjoying the beautiful fireworks.
Inadvertently, they turned their eyes and saw the young man on the lake. His long hair that was fluttering in the wind turned half white in an instant, then silver, dancing in the wind. Their eyes could not help but be enchanted.
The young man was slender and had an extraordinary temperament. He was an extremely handsome man. He stood there casually as if he was one with the beautiful scenery. However, his figure standing there seemed so lonely.
"What a handsome young man." Many tourists noticed the young man on the shore. The white hair that appeared in an instant. Could it be a spell?
"What are you looking at?" A young man walked to the bow of a cruise ship and asked the woman who was standing there. The young man followed the woman's gaze and saw Ye Futian. Even though he was a man, he could not help but feel a tinge of jealousy when he saw Ye Futian's appearance and temperament.
"He's crying. His hair turned white in an instant. I wonder who it is for?" the woman said softly.
"Maybe it's a magic trick." The man smiled noncommittally. He took out a shirt and put it on the woman. He said softly, "It's cold outside. Let's go in."
"Okay." The woman nodded. She looked away reluctantly and then entered the pleasure boat.
Many people on the lake looked at Ye Futian. A bold woman smiled when the boat passed by Ye Futian and said, "Sir, do you want to come up and have a seat?"
However, the young man did not seem to look at her. He was still standing there alone. Feeling bored, he rowed away.
Ye Futian sat cross-legged on the shore of the lake. He took out a guqin and began to play in front of the lake.
It was a very simple song. It had no power, only artistic conception. The melodious sound seemed to blend into the scene. There was no sadness, no tears, only joy. It was as if it was depicting an extremely beautiful scene. It was the budding love of a young man and a young girl, pure and beautiful.
In the artistic conception of the music, many people felt that they had traveled through time and space, returning to the time when they were young and inexperienced. They thought of their own inexperienced love. This young man who played the song must have an unforgettable story.
After the song ended, Ye Futian stood up and left, strolling back to the courtyard.
In the days that followed, Ye Futian and Hua Fengliu's life was exceptionally peaceful. Hua Fengliu and Nandou Wenyin sat in the yard every day, basking in the sun and playing the guqin. They rarely went out and walked around. It was as if they were really living in seclusion. They never mentioned Hua Jieyu. No one wanted to, nor did they dare to.
He could only hope that time could heal the pain.
Ye Futian's life was also simple and regular. Every day, he would sit in the courtyard and chat with his master and masteress. At night, he would go for a walk by Qingzhou Lake. Even cultivation seemed to have been thrown to the back of his mind.
Time passed day by day, and the people living in the neighboring courtyards all got to know Hua Fengliu and the others. One day, outside the courtyard, an old man knocked on the door and walked in. He smiled at Hua Fengliu and said, "Listening to you guys play every day has gradually become a habit. Why would people like you come to the City of Qingzhou?"
The old man was also someone who had experienced many hardships. When he was young, he had gone out and met some big figures in the Dharma Plane, but none of them had the temperament that Hua Fengliu had. Although he was old, he could guess that these people were not simple.
"Old sir, please sit," Hua Fengliu said. The old man did not stand on ceremony and sat in the courtyard with Hua Fengliu and the others.
"I'm old, so I came back home." Hua Fengliu smiled in response to the old man's previous question.
"Yes, this small island in the City of Qingzhou is quite peaceful." The old man smiled and said, "That handsome boy is your son, right? He's so handsome, and it seems like he's going to surpass his father."
Hua Fengliu smiled and did not deny it. To them, Ye Futian was like their own.
"It's just that he's young and has white hair. I don't know what he's been through. I won't ask too much. If there really is a knot that cannot be untied, it will be over in a few days," the old man said. They lived next to each other and he often heard the music here. Although it was quiet, there was a hidden sadness. This family probably had a story, so he came to talk to them.
"Thank you, old sir." Hua Fengliu nodded.
"Alright, I won't disturb you anymore," the old man said and left the courtyard. Hua Fengliu sighed.
These days, Ye Futian's hair was turning white every day. When he came to Qingzhou, his hair was black, but now it was as white as snow.
How sad it must be for a young man to have white hair.
Now, Hua Fengliu did not think about anything else. His biggest hope was that there would be good news coming from the Holy Zhi Palace. He did not want someone to suddenly come and take Ye Futian away by force.
He had already lost his most beloved daughter. If something happened to this disciple who he regarded as his own, he did not dare to think about it.
Qingzhou Lake had always been one of the most popular places in Qingzhou City. Ye Futian would walk by the lake every day and play a song by the lake. Before he knew it, a period of time had passed. There had been no movement in the Nine States, and of course, he did not think about it.
During this period of time, many people who liked to visit the lake had heard that a white-haired youth would play the guqin by the lakeside every day. It was said that he was extremely handsome, like a prince of jade. That head of snow-like silver hair, coupled with his temperament, caused women to be intoxicated.
These days, there were even women who wanted to invite the young man to be their guest, but he did not even look at them.
Therefore, there were many rumors about this white-haired young man. Some people said that he might be missing an old friend and his first love, which was why he was like this.
Others said that perhaps he had been betrayed by the woman he loved. He was too sad and could only reminisce about the good times of the past, indulging himself in it and not willing to come out.
However, no one had recognized him. Although he was once extremely famous in Qingzhou City, and even once caused an earthquake in Qingzhou City, things had changed with the passage of time. It had been more than ten years since he last came to Qingzhou City. Those who had heard of him might not necessarily recognize him. Even those who had seen him from afar might not be able to recognize him now that he had a head full of white hair.
On this day, Qingzhou Lake was still so beautiful. In the lake, there was a small boat flowing along the lake. On the small boat stood a beautiful couple. The man was handsome and in his thirties. He had a unique charm about him. The woman was also very beautiful. Although she was already a woman, she added a bit of charm. She wore a tight red dress, which showed off her perfect figure.
"Master Yang, Madam." Someone recognized the two as they passed by. Obviously, they were quite famous in Qingzhou City.
The Yang family and the Feng family were both top families in Qingzhou City. Yang Xiu was extremely talented and handsome, and so was Feng Qingxue, the young lady of the Feng family. She was beautiful and talented in cultivation. Back then, Yang Xiu had pursued Feng Qingxue for five years. Many people were touched, and in the end, the two of them got together and became husband and wife, which became a legend in Qingzhou City.
Now, both Yang Xiu and Feng Qingxue were teaching at Qingzhou Academy. Qingzhou Academy was not the same as it had been in the past. After several changes, the overall strength of the academy was no longer the same as before. Both of them had the strength of the Dharma Plane. Feng Qingxue had even gone out to travel before returning to Qingzhou Academy after a few years.
The two of them would nod in greeting when they saw people greeting them, appearing approachable.
At this time, the sound of a guqin came from the distant lakeside. They looked in the direction of the lakeside and saw a white-haired figure playing the guqin. There were many people surrounding him.
"Qingxue, it is said that a wonderful person has appeared by the lakeside recently. Every day, he plays a song by the lakeside and then leaves. There are many rumors about him. Some people say they saw his hair turn white in an instant." Yang Xiu smiled and said, "And I heard that this guqin master is extraordinarily handsome. There are few people who can compare to him in Qingzhou City. Many women want to invite him to a boat, but he has never paid attention to them. Isn't that wonderful?"
"Since when did you like these anecdotes?" Feng Qingxue said with a smile.
"I am also an elegant person, after all. This person is said to be more handsome than the people of Qingzhou City. I am curious to see," Yang Xiu said with a smile.
"What if he is better looking than you?" Feng Qingxue laughed.
"Do you think I can stop others from being more outstanding than me? However, no matter how good-looking he is, it can't be that he can seduce my wife," Yang Xiu joked. The small boat headed in that direction and gradually approached the lake.
Feng Qingxue's expression was casual. She had never cared about this kind of thing, but when she listened carefully to the music, she gradually fell into the mood. From the sound of the guqin, she seemed to be able to feel the purity of her youth.
The melodious sound of the guqin had a wonderful charm. It could take people's thoughts through time and space and back to the past. Feng Qingxue could not help but think of her youth. At that time, she was naive and immature. She had missed a person. Although she knew that he no longer blamed her, every time she thought about it, she would feel a faint sense of loss.
Although time had faded everything, and she no longer missed him as much as she did in the past, there was still a faint sense of sadness when she thought about it occasionally. In addition, there was a trace of beauty in the memories. After all, that was the most beautiful time of her youth.
"This guqin player is very good at music," Yang Xiu praised. He was also attracted by the sound of the guqin. He looked at Feng Qingxue and saw that she was affected by the music. She was also a little curious about the person playing the guqin. The boat gradually approached, and she looked at the figure.
As the distance shortened and her vision became clear, she felt a sense of familiarity from the figure playing the guqin.
"Is it an illusion?" Feng Qingxue thought to herself. Maybe it was because of the memories that the music brought to her.
But for some reason, her heart could not calm down and was beating slightly.
The sound of the guqin still floated into her ears. The boat got closer and closer, and she listened quietly. She did not know why, but the memories that had not appeared for many years appeared in her mind because of the sense of familiarity.
Moreover, as the boat got closer, the sense of familiarity grew stronger. Feng Qingxue's heart beat faster. She tried to see the face under the white hair.
The young man's fingers plucked the strings. A few strands of white hair hung in front of his forehead, covering his face. It was not until the music stopped that the young man slowly looked up.
When she saw his face clearly, Feng Qingxue's heart trembled violently. Her eyes instantly turned red.
Especially when she saw the silver hair, she could no longer hold back her tears.
His name had already shocked the world, and everyone in the Nandou Nation knew about him. But why did his hair turn white when they met again?
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