After Qian Shanmu arrived, he walked to where the people from the Donghua Clan were. He stood quietly in the crowd and looked at the beauty in the pavilion.
At the moment, Qin Mengruo was elegant in the pavilion. Her fingers were long and slender. She played the guqin with both hands and the strings moved.
The music was melodious and moving.
The artistic conception of the music was extraordinary. It was as if a ray of colorful light fell on Qin Mengruo's body, making her look even more sacred and noble. When she played the guqin, there seemed to be a strange color on her body. It was like sunlight and wind, bright and beautiful.
This was a very simple piece of music. The dancing notes painted a peaceful and beautiful picture.
The music seemed to be like her temperament — noble and elegant, peaceful and beautiful.
There seemed to be nothing special about the music.
It was very simple but pleasant to listen to.
At the moment, in the direction of the Donghua Clan, a green color appeared in Qian Shanmu's hand. It was a bamboo flute.
Qian Shanmu placed the bamboo flute at the corner of his mouth and started playing it slowly.
The sound of the flute accompanied the sound of the zither, but it did not steal the artistic conception of the zither at all. Instead, it complemented the sound of the zither. A gentle breeze blew, and the leaves swayed. Another artistic conception appeared, as if it was describing a beautiful natural scene. In the imaginary scene, there was not only sunlight and wind, but also butterflies and running deer.
The music suddenly changed. It was no longer peaceful and beautiful. It became hurried and sharp. At the moment, Qin Mengruo was like a noble princess with a sword. She could fight on the battlefield and command thousands of troops. She was a female general on the battlefield. She was sacred, noble, and inviolable.
The sound of the flute also changed. It became sharp but did not lose its elegance. It was like an invincible knight on the battlefield.
The styles of the music and the flute kept changing. The artistic conception they revealed also became blurry. Before, people could still clearly feel the artistic conception expressed by the music. But towards the end, it was difficult for them to picture it in their minds.
Naturally, they would not doubt Qin Mengruo and Qian Shanmu's musical attainments. Perhaps they were so high that they could not feel the artistic conception.
Ye Futian listened quietly as if he was appreciating it.
It was indeed pleasing to hear the music of the two people working together. However, there was a slight flaw …
Finally, the sounds of the guqin and flute gradually stopped. The space was still very quiet. No one made a sound, as if they were still immersed in the artistic conception from before.
Everyone raised their heads to look at Qin Mengruo. Someone couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "Princess's zither music is really intoxicating."
"One song contains many artistic conceptions. It's so easy to switch between them. It's perfect."
"Qian Shanmu is able to combine the sound of the flute with the sound of the guqin so perfectly. No wonder he's known as the best musician among the younger generation of the Eastern Barren Territory," a monk from the Qianqiu Temple praised.
This was not flattery. Even though Qian Shanmu was one of the most talented geniuses of the younger generation, the people here did not need to flatter him. Everyone here came from top forces, so there was no need to flatter Qian Shanmu.
But good was good, and it was indeed worthy of praise.
Ye Futian also felt that it was good. The monk from the Qianqiu Temple was right. It was not difficult to play or blow a good tune. What was more difficult was that he had been matching the rhythm of Qin Mengruo's music and never left it. The sound of the flute and the sound of the guqin were in perfect harmony as if they were one. This was the most difficult thing to do.
Although his attainments in the guqin were not bad, he knew that he could not match others. This required extremely high attainments in music.
Qian Shanmu was known as the best musician among the younger generation of the Eastern Barren Territory. His ability was naturally unquestionable.
Qin Mengruo raised her head and nodded slightly at Qian Shanmu. There was a faint smile in her beautiful eyes, and the spring scenery in the garden seemed to be overshadowed.
"It's my honor to be able to play together with the princess." Qian Shanmu nodded back. His voice was gentle like a gentleman.
"Today's event may be passed down as a story," someone from the Donghua Clan said with a smile.
Everyone's eyes sparkled and a different emotion appeared in them. The people from the Donghua Clan were right. Today's event was witnessed by all the geniuses from the top forces. The princess of the Qin Dynasty was a beauty and her music was unparalleled. Qian Shanmu from the Donghua Clan was the best musician. He was brilliant and played together with the guqin and flute. It was indeed a story.
"I'm sorry. If I have any shortcomings, please give me some pointers." Qin Mengruo smiled and looked at everyone. She was noble, elegant, and modest.
"How do you feel?" Liu Feiyang asked Ye Futian.
He was not good at music and could not see the reason. He only knew that Qian Shanmu and Qin Mengruo had high attainments in music, but he did not know exactly how good they were.
After all, this was just an ordinary piece of music. It was not released as a musical sorcery. The release of the sorcery could be judged based on its power.
"Very strong. It's extremely difficult for Qian Shanmu to keep Qin Mengruo's music as a foil. If he displayed it with his own music, it would be easy for people to be in his artistic conception," Ye Futian said. They were strong. Although he did not have a good impression of the Donghua Clan, he would not deliberately belittle them. "That's right.
Liu Feiyang smiled and glanced at Ye Futian. This proud guy also knew how to praise others. However, it was normal. After all, Qian Shanmu was the best musician among the young generation in the Eastern Barren Territory. How could such a person not be outstanding?
"Qian Shanmu is not only good at the bamboo flute. He is also good at any kind of music and has high attainments in the guqin," Liu Feiyang said softly. Ye Futian nodded slightly.
"Princess, your music is impeccable," Qian Shanmu said. As the best musician, he naturally had the right to say such words.
"You flatter me." Qin Mengruo smiled and said, "I heard that Gu Biyue from the Witch Clan and Ye Futian from the Cottage are also good at music. I think they are also very outstanding."
"I was just defeated by Mr. Ye," Gu Biyue said with a smile. She looked at Ye Futian with her beautiful eyes as if she did not care about that defeat at all.
Everyone's eyes turned and landed on Ye Futian. Back in the Ancient Barren World, before Xiao Wuji appeared, Ye Futian already had some fame and attracted many people. It was because he had taken Gu Biyue, the witch of the Witch Clan, as his servant.
The reason was that Gu Biyue lost to Ye Futian in music.
Later, Ye Futian became famous in the Ancient Barren World and many people knew about this. Naturally, they knew that Ye Futian was good at music.
Before, many people intentionally or unintentionally ignored Ye Futian. However, Qin Mengruo and Gu Biyue's words drew everyone's attention to him.
The people from the various forces all had different looks. The Fuyun Sword Clan was from the first summit. Li Daoyun and Li Daoqing's expressions were obviously not good, especially Li Daoyun. Ye Futian had cut off one of his arms and he had to use his left hand to fight. Moreover, the girl he liked, Liu Chenyu, was also by Ye Futian's side now. One could imagine how much Li Daoyun hated Ye Futian.
Qin Mengruo's beautiful eyes fell on Ye Futian.
Ye Futian smiled and said, "I only know a little about music. I'm not good at it. Princess, your music is very good. You don't need me to teach you."
"Mr. Ye, you are too humble. You showed your talent in the Ancient Barren World and the whole world knew about it. Various forces went to take you as a disciple and in the end, you entered the Cottage," Qin Mengruo said with a smile. "The Cottage has seven disciples. Including you, there are only eight. Now, many people in the Ancient Barren World say that after you grow for a few more years, you will probably be unparalleled among your peers."
Ye Futian's eyes revealed a strange expression. Qin Li, the grandson of the king of Qin, publicly belittled him, but Qin Mengruo praised him in front of everyone. What did this mean?
Many people looked at Ye Futian. The words "unparalleled among his peers" made many people have some opinions.
There were so many geniuses in the Eastern Barren Territory, but who dared to say that they were unparalleled?
Even someone like Qian Shanmu only dared to say that he was unparalleled in music.
"Everyone says that the Cottage only accepts unparalleled people. In the Ancient Barren World, Ye Futian showed great talent, but we don't know how strong he is. Now that there is a chance, the Donghua Clan would like to ask for guidance."
At the moment, in the direction of the Donghua Clan, someone spoke slowly. He seemed to want to challenge Ye Futian in front of everyone.
The people from the other forces all had an interested expression. Qin Mengruo praised Ye Futian and the Donghua Clan wanted to challenge him. Did they want to prove themselves?
Kill him by flattery?
Ye Futian's eyes flashed. Fifth brother said that the Qin Dynasty had already teamed up with the Donghua Clan. Today, Qin Mengruo played here and he also saw some things.
The scene at the moment seemed to be killing him by flattery.
Qin Mengruo's words raised him to such a high level. If he lost, the legend of the Cottage would be destroyed from then on. If he won, it would be a matter of course and would not affect the Donghua Clan too much because he was a disciple of the Cottage.
"Today, I came to appreciate the princess's performance. Wouldn't it be unelegant to fight?" Ye Futian smiled and did not bother to respond to the challenge.
He actually rejected it.
Everyone had a strange expression. He should have heard the words of Qin Li, the grandson of the king of Qin. Did he not want to prove his strength?
"Are you avoiding the battle?" Li Daoqing said coldly.
"You have the cheek to talk?" Yu Sheng glanced at Li Daoqing. Seeing Yu Sheng, Li Daoqing's face turned extremely green. The memory of Yu Sheng beating him up in the Ancient Barren World was still fresh.
"People compare Mr. Ye with the most talented people in the Ancient Barren World. Today, Qian Shanmu from the Donghua Clan has already shown his attainments in music. If a Cottage disciple avoids the battle, wouldn't it attract criticism?"
Qin Mengruo's voice was gentle and she had a smile on her face. She seemed very polite.
However, in Ye Futian's ears, it was somewhat aggressive.
Was she implying that if he avoided the battle and did not show off, he would not be qualified to be compared to Qian Shanmu from the Donghua Clan?
Ye Futian smiled and said, "Today, the princess played here and people from various forces came to enjoy. It should have been a good story, but because of some other things, it doesn't seem so good anymore."
Everyone had a puzzled look on their faces. What did that mean?
"Mr. Ye, what do you mean?" Qin Mengruo asked.
"Princess, you asked me to give you some pointers?" Ye Futian said, smiling.
"If there are any inadequacies, please advise me," Qin Mengruo said, smiling.
"Okay." Ye Futian nodded and smiled. "You can use music to date each other, but don't drag me into it."
With that, he turned and left.
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