The Legend of the Young Swordsman: A Prequel - A Phantom Melody Embarks on a Journey Through the Mar

The sudden increase in volume made the woman playing the zither stop what she was doing and turn her gaze to the source of the sound.

The moment they looked over, all I could do was shut my mouth and keep quiet, suppressing this annoying interruption and keeping it all inside.

The person enjoying the beautiful zither music heard it stop and became somewhat angry, venting their dissatisfaction at the geisha who was playing the zither.

"Why did you stop? I came here to listen to music. Don't you want to continue?"

"Do you want to die? Why did you stop!"

Various voices reached the woman's ears, and as she was subjected to such insults, her eyes reddened slightly. She could only raise her delicate hands and continue playing.

Did I tell you to play?

At this time

The guy who had just mocked Helian Yun Shen suddenly walked out of Ting Qu'er's room, speaking coldly with a gloomy expression through the empty space between them.

The woman, faced with the words of this person she dared not offend, was caught between a dilemma: whether to remove her hand from the zither or continue playing.

Tears welled up in her eyes from her anxiety.

Those who had been arguing and cursing the woman stopped talking and sat quietly after seeing the man's appearance.

Waiting for the other person to speak before continuing to listen to the music.

"Third Imperial Uncle, what a magnificent sight you are!"

Upon recognizing the voice, Xiao Ruofeng stood up and walked out of the private room to look at the middle-aged man, a cold smile on his face subtly mocking his third uncle, Xiao Tianmu.

Xiao Tianmu looked at his nephew without any courtesy or fear. Instead, he turned to look at Xiao Ruofeng with a mocking expression on his face.

"Ruofeng, you're already in your twenties. Be more discerning when making friends in the future, and stay away from guys who just spout nonsense and boast."

To avoid disgracing the Xiao family's reputation.

His words were both overt and covert, mocking Xiao Ruofeng and Helian Yunshen, who was still in the private room.

In the private room

Listening to the other party's incessant mockery of what he had just said, which sounded like boasting, Helian Yun Shen didn't go out and challenge them.

He picked up his jade flute directly.

"Yun Shen, what are you planning to do?"

"Let him see what music under the stars is like, and let him learn a lot. We'll talk about his mockery of me when he understands what I mean."

Before blowing the whistle, Helian Yun Shen listened to Luo Xuan's question and replied to Luo Xuan.

After replying, he put the jade flute to his lips, and as he played it, the sound of the flute came from the room. Xiao Ruofeng, who was about to continue arguing with his royal uncle, stopped his thoughts.

He turned to look at Helian Yun Shen in the private room.

Xiao Tianmu listened to the sound of the flute, still with a hint of sarcasm and disdain.

The melodious and swirling sound of the xiao (vertical flute) is like the flutist slowly approaching as he plays. The sound is clear and beautiful, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes soft and sometimes loud. At the lowest point, it swirls and swirls, and then, gradually, pearls occasionally leap from the low notes.

The sound of the xiao (a type of vertical bamboo flute) swirled throughout the pavilion, reaching the ears of everyone present. The moment the music entered their ears, each person seated there wore an expression of rapture, closing their eyes to quietly appreciate the beautiful sound of the xiao.

The woman playing the zither listened to the flute music played by Helian Yun Shen. She sat there with a look of shock in her eyes. As the shock faded, she was drawn into the music.

I closed my eyes and let the sound of the flute echo in my mind.

The sound of the flute that reaches each person's ears seems to be different, as if it is catering to everyone, touching everyone's thoughts, understanding, and needs, and bringing a spiritual shock, baptism, and sublimation.

To those who yearn for love, the sound of this flute is like the distinctive sound of a love duet, blowing away all the hopes for the future and the longing for beautiful love.

His beloved seemed to be walking towards him. Every glance and smile of hers captivated him. His beloved was telling him with a smile that she loved him.

At the same time, in the blink of an eye, it turned into the moment when the two stepped into the bridal chamber on their wedding night, a moment of loving harmony and mutual respect.

To those who yearn to command thousands of troops, the sound of the xiao (a type of Chinese flute) carries the chilling and awe-inspiring atmosphere of the battlefield, constantly washing over them and allowing them to experience the true meaning of a life of war and conquest.

Other than that,

The melodious sound of the flute soothes and heals the weariness and sorrow in everyone's hearts, allowing them to forget all of this and no longer let it torment them.

The melodious sound of the xiao (a type of vertical bamboo flute) also evoked a hidden past that everyone was unwilling to recall. The moment the past was recalled, eyes reddened and tears fell.

Sobbing echoed in the attic, as everyone poured out their sorrow and tears for the painful memories they had been reminded of, memories they didn't want to recall.

…………

Just as everyone was immersed in the sound of the flute, Helian Yun Shen stopped playing the jade flute. But the sound of the flute, which had been echoing throughout the pavilion, did not end when the jade flute stopped.

The sound of the flute, which had just been played, still echoed throughout the pavilion. Those listening to the flute were still immersed in it, feeling their inner world in the beautiful and melodious sound.

Feel everything that the sound of the flute brings!

However, under such circumstances, Luo Xuan, who was quite accomplished in music, stopped immersing himself in the sound of the flute after about a quarter of an hour had passed since Helian Yun Shen finished playing.

"Brother Luo, aren't you enjoying the beautiful sound of the flute anymore?"

Seeing Luo Xuan wake up, Helian Yun Shen put down his teacup, looked at Luo Xuan, and asked with a smile.

Luo Xuan listened to the flute music still echoing in the pavilion and looked at Helian Yun Shen, who was leisurely drinking tea, feeling deeply incredulous.

"The lingering sound will last for three days! The sound of the flute here will echo here for a long time. You can hide here and listen to it."

Whether one becomes engrossed in it or not depends on the individual.

The sound of the xiao (a type of vertical bamboo flute) can touch a person's heart, allowing them to immerse themselves in the experience and feel the spiritual resonance it brings.

If they don't want to wake up, they won't wake up until the end.

Seeing the shocked look on Luo Xuan's face, Helian Yun Shen took a sip of tea and then explained to Luo Xuan. Listening to Helian Yun Shen's explanation, Luo Xuan was utterly impressed by him.

"You didn't happen to play some kind of martial arts tune, did you?"

Despite his admiration, Luo Xuan still voiced his question to Helian Yun Shen. Hearing this, Helian Yun Shen turned to Luo Xuan and replied directly.

“If I were to play that kind of tune, most of the people in this attic would be dead by now. This is a tune that comes from the heart, from the soul.”

It's not what you call martial arts.