As the end of the year approached, more and more cultivators came to Taixuan Mountain, and many who had gone to the outside world to cultivate also returned.
On this day, Taixuan Mountain was lively. Lord Taixuan's third disciple, String Emperor, had come from String Palace to visit his master, Lord Taixuan. This caused a lot of discussion on Taixuan Mountain.
Moreover, many people thought of Shen Jing, the guardian of String Pavilion. Now that String Emperor had returned, they wondered what he would think of Shen Jing.
If Shen Jing was lucky, he might become String Emperor's disciple.
Not long after String Emperor came to Taixuan Mountain, Miss Four of Taixuan Tavern in Taixuan City also returned, causing another round of discussion among the disciples of Taixuan Mountain. Miss Four's relationship with the House Master of Taixuan and String Emperor was still so good. Every time String Emperor appeared, Miss Four would also come.
In Lord Taixuan's palace, there was a burst of hearty laughter, which made people sigh. Lord Taixuan would probably only be so happy when his disciple came.
There were many rumors that Lord Taixuan favored Miss Four the most. Miss Four was young and the only woman among the four disciples, so she was naturally favored. Lord Taixuan treated her like a daughter. In addition, String Emperor was also young and was also favored by Lord Taixuan.
However, on this day, Ye Futian cultivated in String Pavilion and did not go to Sword Abyss. He was the only one in String Pavilion, so he did not know much about what was going on outside.
At this time, he was still practicing the guqin in the back mountain.
In the quiet space, in the misty sea of clouds, the sound of the guqin was long and beautiful, with a strong penetrating power. Between the clouds, there was a brilliant divine glory, gorgeous and dazzling. Vaguely, a beautiful divine phoenix could be seen shuttling between the clouds, cultivating, as if influenced by the sound of the guqin and dancing.
The Flight of the Phoenix Pair was the song that Ye Futian played the most because it was helpful to the little girl Feng Yan's cultivation. Although he did not say it, and even often bickered, Ye Futian would still play this song intentionally or unintentionally to resonate with the little phoenix.
Although the little girl's habit of often calling for her parents made him very unhappy, he would not lower himself to the level of a "child."
The melody of the Flight of the Phoenix Pair was extremely beautiful. When the song ended, the artistic conception lingered. Ye Futian's fingers moved away from the strings. He seemed to have sensed something. He suddenly raised his head and looked not far away. He saw a middle-aged man in a white coat standing there quietly. There was no aura at all. It was as if his entire being had melded into the world.
Ye Futian's heart trembled. Someone had come to him of his side, but he had no idea. Even though he was playing, his realm, he was still. One could imagine how strong the other was. of of of the other of of of the person.
Ye Futian's heart. Sword of him of of of the of the of of the of the Sword.
Ye Futian stood up and bowed slightly to the middle-aged man in the white coat. "Shen Jing, the Guardian Musician of the Sword Garret, greets the senior."
The person who was able to come here without a sound was naturally a cultivator of Taixuan Mountain, and he was also a powerful Renhuang. His status in Taixuan Mountain must be extraordinary. Ye Futian had already vaguely guessed who this person was.
"Shen Jing." Ye Futian nodded. He raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man. He looked to be in his thirties or forties. His appearance was elegant and he was extremely charming. This kind of temperament would definitely be very lethal to women.
In the distance, the sea of clouds rolled, and dazzling divine light shone between heaven and earth. Two silhouettes appeared on this side of the sea of clouds, appearing not far away from Ye Futian. It was the pair of divine phoenixes. They looked at the middle-aged man who had just arrived and bowed slightly, saying, "You've returned."
Hearing their words, Ye Futian knew that his guess was correct.
Returning naturally meant that his master had returned.
The master of the String Pavilion, the third disciple of Lord Taixuan, String Emperor.
"Yes." String Emperor nodded slightly, and Little Phoenix also flew over in a hurry. Its beautiful eyes looked curiously at String Emperor in front of it.
"Feng Yan, what are you waiting for?" Her father scolded her, and only then did Little Phoenix react. She bowed and said, "Feng Yan greets String Emperor."
"You've grown so much." String Emperor revealed a gentle smile, and the way he looked at Feng Yan made people feel extremely kind and gentle. In the beginning, they and their Master had watched Feng Yan's birth together, and they had blessed her together, so that Feng Yan was born with a unique gift, a natural Divine Child.
Later, he came less often, and he had only seen Feng Yan a few times. Now, in the blink of an eye, she had grown so much. She was slender and elegant, and her realm had entered the Unblemished Plane.
At this time, there was the sound of footsteps. The two phoenixes looked in that direction and bowed again. "Fourth Miss."
Ye Futian also looked in that direction. Not far behind String Emperor, a figure walked quietly. It was the House Master of Taixuan, who had sent him to Taixuan Mountain to cultivate. She still exuded a noble temperament, and her tall figure did not lose its sexy beauty.
"Senior," Ye Futian also bowed and called out.
String Emperor turned his eyes to the House Master of Taixuan and whispered, "Junior Sister."
But the House Master of Taixuan did not look at him. She walked right past him, and her eyes fell on Ye Futian. She said, "How is cultivating on Taixuan Mountain? Are you used to it?"
"Cultivating on Taixuan Mountain is very good, and the disciples of Taixuan Mountain take good care of me." Ye Futian nodded and said, "I still have to thank you, Senior."
"Hmm." The House Master of Taixuan nodded. "Calling me Senior all the time makes me feel old. Call me Big Sister."
"…"
Ye Futian's face was blank. Something was wrong, very wrong.
Although he had met the House Master of Taixuan once and owed her a favor, when had their relationship become so close?
Big Sister?
He couldn't feel it.
There was a conspiracy.
Many thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant. String Emperor had called her Junior Sister, but the House Master of Taixuan had ignored her. String Emperor was her Senior Brother, so he shouldn't have done this. Then there were two possibilities. One was that their relationship was very bad, and the other was that their relationship was "very good," so good that it could be ignored.
If their relationship was very bad, the House Master of Taixuan would not have come here. When he thought of Uncle Lan's attitude at the beginning, sending him here directly, Ye Futian suddenly understood something, and he felt a sense of enlightenment.
Ye Futian suddenly thought of the song he had just played, the Flight of the Phoenix Pair. It was the Flight of the Phoenix Pair, and the two of them flew together. It was extraordinary.
When he thought of this, Ye Futian felt his whole body tense up. This was uncomfortable. Did he dare to call her Big Sister?
Ye Futian hadn't opened his mouth, and he was panicking.
"What, do you think I'm old?" The House Master of Taixuan smiled gently, and her beauty was breathtaking.
Old?
There was no such concept in the world of cultivation, especially when it came to the Empress. She was young and had the temperament of an Empress. How could anyone think she was old?
But the String Emperor was watching, and he knew what was going on between the two of them. Did he dare?
He wouldn't even know how he died.
"House Master, please don't tease me. I wouldn't dare," Ye Futian said honestly. He really wouldn't dare.
The House Master of Taixuan still looked at him with a smile, but there was a bit of disdain in her beautiful eyes. But Ye Futian accepted it. If he had to admit defeat, he would admit defeat. His life was more important.
"This is my tavern's musician, Shen Jing. He is handsome, and his musical skills are also very high. So I sent him to Taixuan Mountain. My original intention was for him to go to Guqin Valley to cultivate, but I didn't expect Uncle Lan to place him here."
The House Master of Taixuan's beautiful eyes looked at the String Emperor and said, "Since senior brother is back, I will take him away. Shen Jing, apologize to the String Emperor."
Ye Futian was a little speechless. He didn't believe that the House Master of Taixuan did not know that Uncle Lan had arranged for him to be here.
That day, after she had sent him up the mountain to visit Lord Taixuan, Uncle Lan had sent him directly to String Pavilion. At that time, she had not left.
This was too hypocritical.
Ye Futian looked at the String Emperor and bowed slightly. He was about to speak, but the String Emperor said first, "No need."
Ye Futian's body froze there, unable to advance or retreat.
"Since Uncle Lan sent you here to cultivate, it can be considered fate. I don't come here often, and it is good to have a musician to guard me. In the future, you should continue to stay here and cultivate," the String Emperor said to Ye Futian.
Ye Futian's mind was filled with many thoughts. If he continued to stay in String Pavilion, the String Emperor wouldn't take revenge on him, would he?
If he took his anger out on him because he hadn't called out "sister," that would be terrible.
"Thank you, senior." Ye Futian naturally didn't dare to show his thoughts as he bowed.
"He is one of my people," the House Master of Taixuan said to the String Emperor.
"…" Ye Futian wanted to die. She couldn't set him up like this.
Since when was he one of the House Master of Taixuan's people?
"Then I will borrow junior sister's people to help me guard String Pavilion. How about I owe junior sister a favor?" the String Emperor said.
"Since senior brother has said so, then I will do as you say," the House Master of Taixuan said with a smile. "Shen Jing, you must guard String Pavilion well in the future."
"I understand." Ye Futian nodded.
"In three days, Master will preach at Taixuan Palace. All disciples of Taixuan Mountain can go and listen to Master preach. You should come with us," the House Master of Taixuan said.
Lord Taixuan's preaching!
Ye Futian was a little surprised. He nodded and said, "Okay."
This was also a rare opportunity. Lord Taixuan was a rare talent, knowledgeable and known as a legend in the Higher Heavens Realm.
The House Master of Taixuan glanced at the String Empress and turned to leave. She didn't say another word, which made Ye Futian a little confused about the relationship between the two.
But he always remembered Uncle Lan's words. Say less and see more.
Therefore, he tactfully kept his mouth shut.
The String Emperor stepped forward and walked to Ye Futian's side. His eyes fell on the phoenix guqin. Ye Futian stepped aside. The String Emperor sat down in front of the guqin and stroked the strings with both hands. He said in a low voice, "I haven't played for a long time."
As he said this, his fingers strummed the strings. In an instant, ethereal music came out with a strong penetrating power.
The two phoenix demon emperors rose up, and the brilliant divine light was incomparably bright, covering the String Pavilion.
The sound of the guqin gradually bloomed, penetrating the sea of clouds and Taixuan Mountain. The sound of the phoenix was incomparably loud, resounding through the world. The two demon emperors danced around in the sky, flying together. It was a beautiful sight.
Ye Futian looked up at the sky. What he saw was beauty, but what he felt in his heart was a touch of sadness. This was the beauty of the guqin. There was a touch of sadness hidden in the beauty!
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