After Uncle Lan left, Ye Futian was left alone in the String Pavilion. He was still a little absent-minded.
He had thought that it would take a long time before he could come to the absolute holy land of the Taixuan Region, observe the cultivation of the people above, and come into contact with the top figures.
He did not expect that it would be so soon, with just a word from the House Master of Taixuan.
But when he thought that the House Master of Taixuan was one of the four great disciples of Lord Taixuan, he was relieved.
But this favor was not easy to return.
Although he was only nominally a musician who guarded the String Pavilion, Ye Futian would not be so ungrateful as to be able to use the guqin at will and read the music scores here. What kind of treatment was this?
Countless geniuses in the Taixuan Region found it difficult to go to Taixuan Mountain, let alone to guard the String Pavilion alone.
The String Pavilion was very large, and when he entered, there were many guqin hanging everywhere. Ye Futian took down the music scores on the bookshelves and flipped through them casually. Soon, he was entranced.
His musical attainments were extraordinary, but in fact, that was because his foundation was solid, his spiritual power was very strong, and he had cultivated the Divine Melody and Demonic Melody. But in terms of the overall level of the guqin, he was still far behind. After all, he had learned the guqin in his youth, and his knowledge was limited at that time.
But now, everything in the String Pavilion seemed to have opened another door for him.
Ye Futian fell into a state of ecstasy. He did not know the passage of time, nor did he know whether the House Master of Taixuan had already left the mountain. But, she probably would not come looking for him again. After all, her original intention was to send him to Taixuan Mountain.
The String Pavilion also had a backyard. In this backyard, ancient peaks were connected together, and there were many man-made caves and stone platforms that had been flattened. There were traces left by people everywhere, which should have been left by the String Emperor when he cultivated here in the past.
Ye Futian's figure flickered, and he came to the edge of a mountain. In front of him was a sea of clouds. The clouds and mist were misty, beautiful, and beautiful.
"Buzz." In the sea of clouds, a dazzling figure suddenly emerged. Its dazzling wings lit up the heavens and the earth. Divine light flowed. It was a divine bird. Ye Futian was stunned. It was actually a phoenix.
The phoenix glanced at Ye Futian, and there seemed to be some surprise in its arrogant eyes. It then turned around and flew away. In the vast sea of clouds in the distance, clouds and mist rolled everywhere. Sometimes, celestial birds appeared. There were cyan phoenixes, fire phoenixes, and cranes.
On the cliff by the sea of clouds, there was also an ancient zither. This ancient zither was engraved with a picture of a phoenix. There were also a few large words engraved on the boulder next to it: Flight of the Phoenix. (From the Book of Songs)
"There are words." Ye Futian waved his sleeves and immediately swept away the dust. Below the words "Flight of the Phoenix Pair", lines of golden ancient characters came into view. They were like musical notes, directly imprinting themselves into his mind. It was the score.
Ye Futian sat cross-legged and quietly absorbed the music score. After a long time, he opened his eyes and walked to the guqin. He placed his hands on the strings.
With the movement of his fingers, there was a rhythmic fluctuation. It was like the cry of a phoenix, clear and loud. The sound of the guqin rang out slowly, and the sound spread towards the sea of clouds. In the distance, the sea of clouds rolled, and brilliant flowing light came this way. A divine bird phoenix appeared, floating above the sea of clouds, looking at Ye Futian.
Musical notes danced and seeped into its mind. However, its eyes did not waver at all. It continued to stare at Ye Futian. Finally, as if it could not bear it any longer, it spat out, "Stop playing nonsense."
The sound of the guqin stopped abruptly. Ye Futian turned back to look at the phoenix. His face was a bit dark. How embarrassing.
He had been looked down upon by this phoenix.
"Sorry, I haven't mastered the music yet," Ye Futian said awkwardly. The Flight of the Phoenix Pair was the sound of a phoenix guqin. It could resonate with the phoenix, but obviously, he hadn't done it.
Actually, when he was studying the score, Ye Futian thought of Ling 'er, the Dragon Master.
They communicated with the divine dragon through the sound of the guqin and resonated with it. This allowed them to directly control the dragon and even use the body of the dragon to release their own abilities. This was the talent of the Dragon Master.
The Flight of the Phoenix Pair was similar to this, but more exquisite.
"Just practice a bit more," Ye Futian continued when he saw that the phoenix did not respond.
"You'd better stop harassing me," the phoenix said in a human voice. "The other places are the same as here. They all have special guqin and music scores. It's the same if you go there to learn other songs."
"…"
Ye Futian was speechless. He had been looked down upon so badly.
"Every guqin is accompanied by a song?" Ye Futian asked. How capricious.
"Yes, some were obtained by the String Emperor, and some were made by him. You are still too far away," the phoenix said. His eyes were filled with arrogance as he looked at Ye Futian. "There are six famous songs left behind in this place, and all of them can trigger visions. However, it is not that easy to learn them. Your attainments are still too shallow. You are still lacking."
"My guqin skills are bad?" Ye Futian was a bit depressed. This was the first time he had been questioned by a hostage.
"Very bad," the phoenix said straightforwardly.
"How bad?" Ye Futian's face darkened.
"Unbearable," the phoenix said.
"…" Ye Futian's eyes turned to the phoenix. A great demon phoenix of the True Self Plane could easily be violent. It had been a long time since he had eaten.
"Father, Mother, someone wants to hit me." The phoenix let out a cry into the distance. In an instant, two extremely loud and clear cries of the phoenix were heard from the depths of the sea of clouds. A mighty demonic aura swept out and shrouded the sky. A strong pressure of the Great Path appeared in the sky and fell on Ye Futian from an endless distance away.
"I …"
Ye Futian wanted to beat the other up, but his tone immediately changed. He smiled and said, "Beautiful phoenix, let's talk."
This guy was even calling his parents?
How could he play like this?
There were two Phoenix Demon Emperors in the depths of the sea of clouds. How could he live like this?
Taixuan Mountain was indeed Taixuan Mountain. It was indeed a sacred place. There were Demon Emperor Phoenixes in the back of the mountain.
Ye Futian thought that when he reached this level in the future, he would raise a flock of them … That would be cool.
"How do you know I'm a beautiful woman?" The phoenix's body shone with divine light, and she turned into a human form. After she turned into a human, her figure was perfect, and her skin was delicate. Moreover, she was wearing a feather coat woven from fiery red feathers. She was extremely sexy, like a woman on fire.
"I can tell by the voice," Ye Futian said seriously. There was no other way. He could not afford to mess with this guy.
The descendant of two Demon Emperors, born in Taixuan Mountain. This little phoenix was probably born with the power of heaven and earth. Although she had the cultivation of the Saint Plane, she was still like a young girl. There was a difference. Although Kong Xuan was also the descendant of the Demon Peacock Emperor, their conditions could not be compared.
"You are knowledgeable." The little phoenix looked at Ye Futian seriously, then said, "You are also quite good-looking. Are you a disciple of the String Emperor?"
"No." Ye Futian shook his head.
"You didn't secretly come here to cultivate from Taixuan Mountain, did you? If so, I advise you to leave immediately," the little phoenix advised.
"It was Uncle Lan who asked me to come here," Ye Futian responded.
"I see." The little phoenix's beautiful eyes moved, as if thinking about something. No one had come to this String Pavilion for a long time. Now that someone had come to play the guqin, it was not so boring.
"My name is Feng Yan. What's your name?"
"Shen Jing," Ye Futian replied. "Feng Yan, you really live up to your name. Your name is as beautiful as you are."
Feng Yan showed a bright smile. Ye Futian secretly felt guilty. Little girls were easy to deceive.
"Feng Yan, can you tell me about the situation here?" Ye Futian asked.
"Sure." Feng Yan readily agreed, but at this time, a heavenly might descended, and a voice came, "Feng Yan, it's time to cultivate."
Feng Yan's face fell in an instant. Above the void, an illusory figure of the phoenix appeared there, looking down at Ye Futian.
"Shen Jing greets the senior." Ye Futian bowed slightly.
"Since Mr. Lan has asked you to cultivate here, cultivate well, and don't let Mr. Lan down," the phoenix said lightly, its voice full of majesty, and then directly left with Feng Yan.
As Ye Futian thought, Feng Yan's birth was extraordinary. She was born after both husband and wife entered the Renhuang Plane, and she was given a spirit treasure by Lord Taixuan. Feng Yan was born as a congenital holy fetus, and she only needed to grow up to reach the Saint Plane. This was a talent that only those divine beasts had, and humans could not do it.
Therefore, according to the comparison between the Phoenix clan and humans, Feng Yan was actually very young.
This young man was up to no good.
However, since it was Mr. Lan's arrangement, she would not do anything.
Ye Futian watched her leave, feeling a little depressed. Since Feng Yan had been here all this time, she must know the String Pavilion and Taixuan Mountain very well. If he could coax her to stay, it would save a lot of trouble.
However, the eyes of the female phoenix were very fierce.
"Terrible," Ye Futian muttered. He could only slowly explore. He looked at this area. There were six famous songs. It seemed that he would not be lonely on Taixuan Mountain.
…
Ye Futian cultivated alone in the String Pavilion. It was as if he had been forgotten. No one paid attention to his existence, and he was happy to be at ease. Feng Yan would occasionally sneak a peek or two at him and say a few words.
However, the female phoenix was guarding against him like he was a thief, which made Ye Futian very depressed. Was he that kind of person?
Although no one disturbed Ye Futian, in fact, many cultivators on Taixuan Mountain knew of his existence.
After all, he had become the only guardian musician of the String Pavilion.
This position was something that many people yearned for but could not obtain.
There were many cultivators on Taixuan Mountain, including many geniuses of the younger generation. At this time, somewhere on Taixuan Mountain, there was a group of people talking.
"I passed by the String Pavilion yesterday and heard the sound of guqin coming from inside. It should be the musician that Miss Four sent up the mountain a month ago?" someone said.
"Shen Jing, what is the background of this person?" someone asked curiously.
Everyone shook their heads. One person said, "It is said that he was originally a musician of Taixuan Tavern. Miss Four valued his musical talent, so she brought him up the mountain, and Mr. Lan arranged for him to stay in the String Pavilion."
"The String Pavilion is a place that many people yearn for on Taixuan Mountain. Why can a person who has just entered Taixuan Mountain cultivate in the String Pavilion?" As one person spoke, he looked at a young man beside him. That young man was also a musician cultivator. His attainments were extremely high, but even he did not have such an opportunity!
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