"Who cares if he's a man or a woman, there are no good people who come here, they're just pretending to be decent." An Junfeng was a straightforward person.
He wasn't wrong. Although Miss Meng Ni was known for her zither, it was still a brothel after all. How could there be any decent people who came here?
Fang Yiyan was like an old pedant, knocking on the table and shaking his head. "That Peng Linsheng's skin is white and tender. If he were a prostitute here, how wonderful would that be?"
An Junfeng laughed heartily and said, "Actually, it doesn't matter even if he's a man. Although I don't have such hobbies, there's no harm in doing it once in a while when I meet such a man."
Fang Yiyan said, "That's right, it doesn't matter."
Ye Kong sighed inwardly. Hooligans, they were all smelly hooligans. He, as a true hooligan, was far inferior to them.
The people here were all golden immortals and above. Although An Junfeng and Fang Yiyan spoke softly, Peng Lin clearly heard them. Peng Lin sat at a square table a little further away, alone. Ye Kong looked up and found that his pretty eyes were filled with killing intent, as if he was going to fight the three of them at any time.
Although Ye Kong had a bad temper, he was still a sensible person. He didn't want to cause any more trouble, so he stopped the two beside him. "Alright, alright, if a female immortal came to listen to Miss Meng Ni's music, it's normal for her to want to gain enlightenment. Don't bother about it anymore."
Peng Lin hated Ye Kong to the extreme. Of course, he wouldn't forgive him just because of Ye Kong's words. However, just when Peng Lin felt that he couldn't take it anymore, he suddenly heard a commotion beside him.
"Miss Meng Ni is out."
"Look, it's Miss Meng Ni."
"Quick, quick, quick!"
Ye Kong's seat was facing away from Miss Meng Ni, so he didn't look at Hong Mengni first, but at the people who were shouting. Why were they shouting? Ye Kong couldn't help but laugh.
It turned out that these people had all come to comprehend something from Meng Ni's zither music. As such, they all left their chairs and took out their prayer mats, hurriedly sitting down cross-legged. There were even Immortals who swallowed Immortal Pills, hoping to use them and Meng Ni's zither music to break through.
Ye Kong laughed in his heart. No wonder people said that listening to Miss Meng Ni's zither music could allow one to comprehend and enter the Dao. Perhaps it wasn't because of the zither's music, but rather because these fellows had eaten their own medicinal pills to break through. In the end, it was all Meng Ni's doing.
Only then did he turn around to look. In the small pavilion at the front of the ship, a beautiful and delicate figure sat inside the beaded curtain. This one glance was enough to make men feel pity for her, and they wished they could hold her in their arms and dote on her.
Although he could not be seen, he could see his shadow. There were also people who wanted to send their immortal sense into the pavilion to see Lady Meng Ni's beautiful face, but they discovered that the bead curtain was made of some unknown material that could actually block their immortal sense.
That Lady Meng Ni didn't say anything when she came out. Of course, she was born deaf and mute, so she couldn't speak either. She raised her hand lightly and casually plucked the zither strings. Amidst the tinkling sound, it was like a mountain spring flowing slowly along the cracks of the withered rocks.
Following this, the zither music changed again, becoming hurried, as if there was a magnificent army approaching from afar. The zither music was sometimes loud, sometimes low, sometimes cracking in the distance, and sometimes whispering in one's ears. As expected, it was intoxicating and captivating.
But … The feelings just now were all the feelings of the other listeners. Especially Peng Lin, who was already completely immersed, his expression alternating between joy and sorrow, unable to extricate himself. The other listeners also had their own expressions. To use one word to describe it, it was mesmerizing, and another word, it was intoxicating!
The so-called good music, first, had to be moving, second, emotional, and third, it had to move the heart. If one's heart was really moved, then this music would become the sound of nature, intoxicating and intoxicating, unable to extricate themselves.
But among so many people, there was an exception.
Needless to say, that was Ye Kong. Lord Ye was a street hooligan in his previous life. In this life, he had never dabbled in music. The only music he had come into contact with was pop songs. As for this kind of elegant music, he was completely clueless. He couldn't even differentiate between the five notes of "Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zhi, and Yu".
In fact, Lord Ye himself was also depressed. In the novels he had read before, the protagonists were all talented in both literature and martial arts, proficient in poetry, calligraphy, riding, and archery. Why didn't he understand? Sorry, I really want to understand, I really want to be intoxicated … But, f * ck his ancestors, I can't be intoxicated!
Not knowing what to say, Lord Ye could only look left and right, watching the audience. Speaking of which, he really saw a lot of strange scenery. It turned out that there were actually quite a few women in the audience! Some of their Adam's apple could not be seen, and some of their breasts were not tied tightly.
Ye was wondering if that Peng Lin was born with an airport runway. Why was it so flat?
At this moment, there was a clang. The song ended.
"Ah, it's over." Ye Kong hadn't figured out the matter about the breasts, and he thought that it was over.
He looked at the audience again. He saw Fang Yiyan staring blankly at the gazebo. His heart had already flown to some unknown planet. And the carefree "black man" An Junfeng had tears on his face … Poor child, cultivating in the Celestial Realm was not easy. When he looked at Jiang Qingcheng again, he was staring blankly. Ye Kong guessed that this kid definitely didn't expect something good to happen.
When he looked at the others, some were in a daze, some were crying, and some were giggling. Most of them were staring at the table, deep in thought, as if they still wanted to immerse themselves in the beautiful music, reminiscing the aftertaste, not wanting to wake up.
After a long time, the audience finally came to their senses. They sighed and said, "After listening to this song, I feel that I didn't live my life in vain. Although I didn't feel anything, we shouldn't be so utilitarian. This kind of heavenly music, even if it's demoted, it's still worth it. "
On the other side, Fang Yiyan also came to his senses. He nodded and said, "It's worth it, worth it. Not to mention demoting, even if I die, it's worth it."
At this moment, someone in the audience shouted, "One more song, one more song!"
An Junfeng also wiped away his tears and shouted loudly.
However, the bead curtain moved, and a maid with a cherry-like mouth walked out. Everyone's shouting immediately stopped. Why did this maid come out? However, they didn't expect that once the maid came out, she directly walked in front of Ye Kong and bowed to Ye Kong.
Ye Kong was stunned. What, what are you doing? Do you want to rape me?
However, the problem was obviously more serious than rape.
He heard the maid say, "Senior, Miss Meng Ni said that anyone who listens to her playing will definitely have some thoughts. She wants to ask Senior, what did you think of or comprehend just now?"
"I …" Ye Kong scratched his head. Although he was thinking about whether Peng Lin had breasts or not, he couldn't say it. He could only cough and say, "Indeed, Miss Meng Ni's music is moving and captivating. It's as if I came to a grassland and saw a mountain spring. When the music is soft, the mountain spring is small. When the music is loud, the mountain spring is big. The mountain spring is sometimes big and sometimes small. When the mountain spring is big, it's like a surging river or the rolling waves of the sea. When the mountain spring is small, it's like a trickle of a child peeing."
Everyone fainted when they heard this. What kind of analogy was this? An Junfeng and Fang Yiyan despised him in their hearts. They regretted sitting at the same table with this vulgar person.
However, the maid didn't laugh. She turned around and went back to report to Miss Meng Ni.
In fact, when Hong Mengni was playing, there were only two people on the field who were sober. They were Ye Kong and Hong Mengni. Therefore, Hong Mengni saw Ye Kong's performance and immediately asked the young maid to come out again.
She asked, "Other than the mountain spring, did you not comprehend anything else?"
Ye Kong thought that this was not the end. He could only nod. "Yes, I am a vulgar person. Other than the mountain spring, I did not think of anything else. In any case, if the music is loud, the mountain spring is big. If the music is soft, the mountain spring is small … "
Before Ye Kong finished speaking, everyone present laughed. They thought that this waiter was really a vulgar person. Other than the mountain spring, it was the mountain spring. He didn't understand anything else.
This time, the young maid spoke again. "Miss Meng Ni said that when she was playing the zither just now, Senior looked left and right and was very disdainful of her music. Therefore, she presumptuously asked Senior to play a song."
Right. Ye Kong finally understood. This Hong Mengni was deliberately looking for trouble with him to make a fool of him.
Making a fool of himself was making a fool of himself. There was no helping it. Who asked him to not understand? Ye Kong raised his hand and pushed away the zither that the young maid handed over. He wanted to directly refuse.
But at this moment, Ye Kong inadvertently saw the gaze of that youth called Peng Lin.
It was a kind of disdain and contempt. It was as if he was high above, incomparably cold, looking down on all living things. It made Ye Kong feel a stab of pain. It should be said that Ye Kong had always been a grassroots person. He couldn't stand this kind of gaze the most.
At that moment, Ye Kong's mind turned. He stood up and said in a clear voice, "Miss Meng Ni, this humble one doesn't know how to play the zither, but I can sing. I would like to ask Miss to play the zither for me. This humble one will make a fool of himself!"
Hearing that Ye Kong wanted to sing, Jiang Qingcheng hurriedly pulled Ye Kong. In his heart, he said, "Third Master, don't embarrass yourself. You don't know anything about music. Singing, isn't that even more embarrassing?"
However, Ye Kong ignored him. He strode to the outside of the pavilion and said to the inside, "This is a song that this humble one composed. Miss, just watch the accompaniment. It doesn't matter if it doesn't match."
Regardless of whether Hong Mengni heard him or not, Ye Kong turned around and looked at Peng Lin. He opened his mouth and sang. "You and I are both mortals, born in this world.
It's hard to run around all day, without a moment of rest.
Since we are not immortals, it's inevitable that we have distracting thoughts. Putting morality aside, we place the word 'benefit' in the middle.
How many men walk the road for beauties.
How many birds in the same forest have already become swallows.
How short is life, why do we have to be so bitter about it? When our lovers disappear, who can we cry out to?
Let me ask you, when have you ever seen the world change for people? With the face that we yearn for even in our dreams, is it considered to have spring? "
Logically speaking, this song's melody was gentle and the melody was simple. It was a far cry from Hong Mengni's heavenly voice.
However, everyone present was silent. Although they were all immortals, Ye Kong's mortal song still resonated with them.
One must know that most of them ascended from the Lower Realm, and they were all mortals. The hardships that mortals went through in cultivation, the busyness, the countless times they had to put morality aside, and the word 'benefit' in the middle. These were all experiences that they had experienced more than once.
Of course, those native Golden Immortals were also mortals from the Immortal Realm. Who among them had not experienced the hardships of cultivation?
Although Ye Kong's song was not very beautiful, and Ye Kong's singing was not very good, the lyrics resonated with the immortals present!
As the song was sung, Peng Lin's pair of beautiful eyes changed from disdain to attention, and then to surprise. Surprise was mixed with doubt! She was surprised that this person was not the impetuous person that she had imagined, but actually had such a deep understanding of life's feelings! However, what made her even more emotional was the last line that Ye Kong sang. "With the face that we yearn for even in our dreams, is it considered to have spring?"
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