Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

"Squeak!"

Xu Xingchen stretched out his hand and slowly pushed open the quaint and elegant door. He subconsciously lightened his steps, as if afraid to disturb the tranquility inside the house. With the subtle sound of the door hinge turning, he stepped into the house, and his sight was instantly attracted by a moving figure.

I saw a graceful figure sitting elegantly on the narrow window sill that was filled with endless poetry and romance. The breeze blew through the half-open window lattice, bringing the unique coolness and freshness of the night.

Gently swaying, her clothes, which were as delicate and smooth as a veil and as if shrouded in clouds and mist, danced in the wind, floating in the air, and every subtle movement exuded endless charm.

She was like a fairy, standing in the wind, extraordinary and otherworldly, untainted by the dust. The bright moonlight slanted in from the window, like fine silver gauze, coating her whole body with a soft and warm silver glow.

It adds a bit of dreamy hazy beauty and otherworldly temperament. In this quiet night, she seems like an elf isolated from the world, sitting there quietly, blending with the surrounding scenery, forming a beautiful picture that is refreshing.

This woman was Xia Qingqing. In her delicate and slender hands, she was holding a emerald green jade flute. The jade flute was crystal clear, as if it contained the spiritual energy of nature, which complemented her gentle temperament.

At this moment, she seemed to be immersed in her own world, with the jade flute gently against her lips. Although she did not make any sound, her focused and affectionate look was enough to arouse people's yearning, imagining how melodious and beautiful the melody flowing from her fingertips would be.

This piece of music is so sad that every note seems to carry endless sorrow. The sadness comes from the music, like the autumn wind sweeping through the fallen leaves, bringing with it an indescribable bleakness and desolation.

Even Xu Xingchen, who was usually calm, couldn't help but feel a little sad, and ripples appeared in his heart. Those emotions that were usually hidden seemed to be touched by this sad melody at this moment.

"Ugh--"

In this quiet space where the only sound he could hear was his own breathing, Xu Xingchen sighed softly.

This sigh seemed to carry his endless thoughts and emotions, making his eyes instantly become deep and complex, as if countless stories of the past and aspirations for the future were hidden in those eyes.

Then, Xu Xingchen slowly raised his hand, with an indescribable elegance and calmness in his movements, and took out a crystal clear, exquisitely crafted white jade flute from the system space.

The flute is as smooth as jade, emitting a faint cold glow. It looks even more mysterious under the dim light, like a divine artifact from ancient times, quietly telling unknown secrets.

This white jade flute seemed to contain some kind of ancient and powerful power, which made people feel awe involuntarily. Xu Xingchen placed it gently between his lips. At that moment, the whole space seemed to freeze.

All the noise and disturbance were isolated outside, leaving only him standing opposite this magical jade flute.

“Wooo ...

Suddenly, a low and long flute sound resounded throughout the space at this moment. The sound was like the sound of nature and the echo of ancient times, with a shocking power that penetrated the soul.

As the sound of the flute rose and fell, the entire space seemed to be shaken, and an inexplicable fluctuation even began to spread in the air, as if time had stopped at this moment. The deep affection and sorrow contained in the sound of the flute moved all the listeners.

The soft sound of the flute floats in the night sky, sometimes low and gentle, like drizzle brushing across the heart, telling the endless tenderness and sorrow in a tearful manner; sometimes it becomes high and passionate, like waves crashing on the shore.

Striking the deepest soul of people's hearts and awakening dormant memories, this melody is like an invisible bond that crosses the boundaries of time and space, closely connecting Xu Xingchen's deepest emotions with the outside world.

Let him swim in the ocean of music and feel the deep meaning behind every note.

"Who will I spend my golden years with? Don't ask where my love will go, my shadow is facing the setting sun..." Along with the flow of flute music, the lyrics full of poetry and philosophy quietly emerged in Xu Xingchen's mind.

They are like the brightest stars in the night sky, leading him to the depths of his soul. These words are not just a pile of words, but also an expression of emotions and a recollection of the past years.

The longing for the future, and the deep thinking about loneliness and destination, these words and the sound of the flute are intertwined and echoed with each other, weaving together a series of breathtaking pictures: in this picture, a lonely figure wanders in the afterglow of the sunset.

His back was elongated, looking particularly lonely.

The west wind was howling and the sword was flashing. He seemed to be trying to hold back the footsteps of spring and not let the years pass by so quickly. However, the grass was lush and green at the end of the world, and he could not find a way home.

Looking back, the scene before my eyes is like a carefully arranged painting, with colorful flowers in full bloom, but unfortunately no one can appreciate this beauty, every blooming flower.

They all seem to be telling their own stories, and every scene makes people feel emotional involuntarily. The delicate emotions seem to be able to penetrate the noise, touch the softest and most private place in people's hearts, and evoke deep memories and resonance.

And the melodious flute sound is still faintly heard in my ears, the sound appears and disappears, vague and uncertain, like the mist in the mountains, giving people infinite space for reverie. It seems to come from the distant sky, with a bit of ethereality and mystery.

It is like a whisper close at hand, gently brushing across the heart, bringing a touch of comfort and peace.

In this dreamlike flute sound, Xu Xingchen seemed to have forgotten all the worries and sorrows in the world. All the disturbances and distractions were washed away by this pure melody, and his mind became extremely pure and peaceful.

It is like a clear spring water, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, reflecting the authenticity and beauty of all things in the world.

Although Xu Xingchen's playing of "Drunk in the Flower Shade" was not very exquisite and even a little awkward, his attitude of trying and devoting himself to the music was so intense that he was completely absorbed in the melody.

Every imperfect syllable was like the most sincere emotion expressed from the depths of his soul, undisguised, pure and moving, which cleverly attracted Xia Qingqing who was sitting on the windowsill, bathing in the soft moonlight.

Her eyes inadvertently swept across Xu Xingchen's slightly clumsy yet focused figure, and every note captured by her delicate ears seemed to carry an indescribable charm.

At this time, Xia Qingqing gently blinked her eyes that seemed to contain endless autumn water, and her eyes were involuntarily filled with complex emotions when she looked at Xu Xingchen.

Curiosity and surprise were intertwined like ripples on the surface of a lake. In her opinion, as a knight who roamed the world and was accustomed to fighting with swords and sabers, Xu Xingchen should be better at martial arts.

The heroic side, rather than the delicate and gentle way of music that requires quiet contemplation.

Therefore, when Xia Qingqing unexpectedly discovered that Xu Xingchen also understood the art of music, this sudden joy was like a warm spring breeze, gently blowing through every corner of her heart.

It brought a touch of unexpected and unusually heartwarming warmth and surprise. This surprise was like the first ray of sunshine in the morning light, penetrating the dullness of the past and making her world instantly bright and lively.

For a moment, Xia Qingqing was completely immersed in "Drunk in the Flower Shades", which was imperfect but full of sincere emotions. She loved every note, even those slightly stumbling and unsmooth melody turns.

To her, everything seemed to be endowed with unique vitality, with a unique and touching flavor.

They are not just simple melodies, but more like a touching story about courage and unremitting attempts. The persistence and hard work contained in the melody are like the figure of a beginner who stumbles but moves forward firmly on the road of music.

This also inadvertently touched the softest part of Xia Qingqing's heart, making her moved.

Xia Qingqing closed her eyes involuntarily, letting her soul float along with the melodious and slightly childish piano music. Every note seemed to have magic power, leading her through those unskilled surface techniques and directly hitting the heart of the performer Xu Xingchen.