Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Si Zhaoqu
Su Jingan found it harder and harder to see through Chu Xingyun, but he didn't hesitate. He slowly put down the Qinglan Guqin in his hand and stepped back. He stood quietly to the side with curiosity in his eyes.
Chu Xingyun sat down. His breath suddenly changed. He closed his eyes slightly as if he was immersed in endless memories.
At the moment, the moonlight shone through the gaps between the leaves, creating mottled spots of light.
Chu Xingyun was dressed in black. His face was handsome and his sleeves danced in the wind like flowing clouds. He looked like a peerless picture scroll. This made Su Jingan's pupils contract slightly. He actually saw the vicissitudes of life on Chu Xingyun.
It was as if the handsome young man in front of him was a piece of history, an ancient stream in a long river.
Chu Xingyun gently raised his hand and his fingers fell on the strings. A faint sound of the Guqin rang out slowly, echoing in the forest. It made all the sounds stop abruptly. There was silence.
"What a wonderful sound." Su Jingan was stunned. The sound of the Guqin seemed to be fast but was actually slow. It was light and ethereal, stunning him. Especially the way he played the Guqin, he felt it was both familiar and strange.
The sound of the Guqin was continuous, as if complaining. It carried a trace of sadness and seeped into Su Jingan's mind. He unconsciously closed his eyes and wandered in the artistic conception of the Guqin.
In the misty artistic conception, Su Jingan saw a man in green robes. The man carried a guqin on his back and traveled freely in the mortal world. He was full of confidence and ease. But what puzzled Su Jingan was that he could not see the man's face clearly, but he had a very familiar feeling.
The man traveled the world and played the Guqin in the mortal world. His life was simple and ordinary until one day, he met a courtesan in a brothel.
Su Jingan also couldn't see the courtesan's face clearly, but he could feel from the artistic conception that the courtesan's dance was full of spirituality. Every movement made him feel intoxicated.
He was like this, and so was the man. Therefore, the man redeemed the courtesan's freedom and brought her along with him. One played the guqin, the other played her sleeves, and they traveled to the ends of the earth together.
Time passed bit by bit. The man fell in love with the girl. His music started to become passionate and full of love. However, he didn't say anything about his love.
This was because the man's status was especially noble, and he was someone who stood above everyone else. He received the attention of countless people and was highly regarded. However, the woman was only a prostitute with a lowly background. Even if her talent was extraordinarily high, she was still unable to be accepted by everyone.
Men were particularly concerned about worldly values. They were unable to cross this barrier and could only hide their love in the depths of their hearts. The two of them continued to walk together and admire each other. However, that love never saw the light of day.
Until one day, the man and the woman entered a dangerous place and unfortunately met with misfortune. In order to save the man, the woman died on the spot, not even leaving behind a corpse …
When the woman died, the man gazed at her face. Tears streamed down his face and his heart was filled with grief. However, he still couldn't say anything about the love in his heart.
Seeing this scene, Su Jingan's heart twitched inexplicably. He actually felt his heart was in a mess. Even he didn't know that his eyes were already filled with tears. They streamed down his face and dripped to the ground.
From then on, the man sat on the cliff and stared at the place where the woman died. Every day, he would play the zither, and every night, he would lament. His zither music was no longer unrestrained, nor was it passionate. There was only endless sorrow and regret.
Su Jingan was immersed in the realm of the guqin. He was like a spectator, truly experiencing the man's sorrow of parting. The mournful sound of the guqin resonated with him, and the image of a graceful figure dancing to the guqin appeared in his mind.
"Junior Sister Mu Zhao …" Su Jingan couldn't help murmuring. It was also at this moment that the music changed. It was no longer mournful or regretful. Instead, it became as hurried as a storm and revealed a strong sense of despair.
When the music faded, the man in Su Jingan's vision suddenly stood up. Then, with a leap, he fell into the cliff. The music also completely dissipated …
As the music faded, Su Jingan slowly opened his eyes. He still hadn't recovered from his earlier sorrow and despair. He gazed at Chu Xingyun. There was a trace of confusion in his eyes and it was difficult for him to extricate himself.
"This song is called Sizhao Song. It was created by a close friend of mine." At this moment, Chu Xingyun's voice sounded. He gently stroked the Qinglan guqin and recalled. "Back then, after he gave this song to me, he jumped into the abyss. Every time I think of him, I will play this song and experience his sorrow, regret, and deep despair."
Chu Xingyun's words made Su Jingan sigh helplessly. He had already understood everything from the music. Missing someone, writing songs, playing the guqin every day, and finally dying of depression. It was indeed a pity.
"However, before he died, he said something to me."
Suddenly, Chu Xingyun raised his head and said to Su Jingan, "He said that this world is filled with too many rules and regulations. He regretted letting these rules and regulations bind him and making him inarticulate. It wasn't until the person he loved died in front of him that he dared to face his heart."
"If he could be reborn, even if he had to be separated by life and death in the end, he would break through all the restraints and hold the person he loved in his arms. This Sizhao Song was the song he poured his life's work into. However, he also hated this song the most."
Thump!
Su Jingan's eyes gradually widened. He involuntarily took half a step back. His expression became extremely complicated. He murmured, "Since it was his life's work, it was also the song he hated the most …"
Seeing that Su Jingan was deep in thought, Chu Xingyun didn't continue speaking. He stood up and quietly left.
Before he left, he turned his head and looked deeply at Su Jingan.
The composer of this Sizhao Song was Su Jingan. To be precise, it should be Su Jingan from his previous life.
And that woman was Su Muzhao.
Sizhao Song. A song of Sizhao.
All of Su Jingan's love, longing, and even pain for Su Muzhao were contained in this Sizhao Song. It was natural that Su Jingan would find it familiar. It was only because at that moment, he was also deeply in love with Su Muzhao.
The reason why Chu Xingyun played the Sizhao Song was that he didn't want to see the tragedy of that year happen again. He knew how painful it was for two people in love to be separated forever.
"I hope it will be of some help." Chu Xingyun stared at the bright moon in the night sky and muttered to himself. He looked back and saw that Su Jingan was still standing in the same place, deep in thought.
The next day, the east gradually brightened.
Chu Xingyun and the other two had already gathered together and were continuing to move in the direction of the central area.
After a night of deep thought, Chu Xingyun looked slightly tired. However, when he looked at Chu Xingyun, there was less confusion in his eyes and more certainty. This made Chu Xingyun rather happy.
However, Chu Xingyun didn't say much.
Love was incomparably complicated. He had already done what he could. If he were to say it directly, it would be counterproductive. Letting Su Jingan figure it out on his own was the best result.
As they hurried forward, the three of them were all speechless.
After some time, a vast ancient city gradually appeared in front of Chu Xingyun's vision. This ancient city occupied a vast area and seemed to be hidden in the mountains. It was especially hidden.
Looking past the ancient city, the central peak was right in front of them. It towered into the clouds and was majestic and vast.
"That ancient city stands in front of the peak like a natural moat that separates the inside from the outside. The Qixing Holy Temple that the elder mentioned should be in the ancient city." Su Jingan's tone was somewhat excited, but his expression became serious. He said in a low voice, "We have seen many ruins along the way, but we have never seen a city."
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