The Emperor gave too much, and the system, dissatisfied, has turned evil.

Chapter 51 God of Music, God of Song.

[The God of Music: The host can directly master any musical instrument from all worlds throughout history, and immediately reach a super-first-class level, even imbuing the playing with the spirit of the music.]

[Singing God, the host's singing skills are top-notch, and the voice inherently possesses the quality of the song, with unparalleled expressiveness and infectiousness.]

"so smart?"

Listening to the system's introduction, Li Congxin couldn't help but feel curious.

What exactly does "super-elite" mean?

Can playing the piano make huskies sit down and listen quietly? Can singing make the karaoke hostess cry?

Buzz! With a flick of his sleeve, a musical instrument appeared in the pavilion.

"What is this?"

Chu Feige and Yi Susu, who were standing to the side, looked bewildered.

Obviously, I've never seen it before.

Li Congxin smiled slightly and did not answer. Instead, he sat down in front of the instrument, placing his ten slender fingers on a row of long, snow-white keys.

This was a piano, a musical instrument that only existed in his original world, which was drawn by the system immediately upon his thought.

Although he had already become a god, this was still his first time, so Li Congxin took a light breath first.

Fingers began to move across the piano keys, and this first time, it was unexpectedly smooth. Accompanied by the keys, a melodious yet somewhat sorrowful sound immediately floated out.

Wow——!

Because Li Congxin infused his fingertips with spiritual power, musical notes soared up from his fingertips, transforming into shimmering butterflies poised to take flight, their wings fluttering and swirling around him.

Gradually, it began to rotate around the entire piano.

Yi Susu and Chu Feige watched with wide eyes and listened intently.

He looked at Li Congxin with the same adoration one would show an idol.

Good heavens, is my cousin (young master) omnipotent? He is skilled in physical training, swordsmanship, and spear techniques, and his strength is unfathomable. Not only is he exceptionally talented in writing, able to create numerous timeless masterpieces in an instant, but he also understands music!

And she played it so beautifully.

After the initial shock, the two women were quickly engrossed in the music.

As he played the instrument, Li Congxin tried to open his mouth, but immediately closed it again.

Too embarrassing.

He could never sing. He will never sing in his entire life.

Even if he is now a singing legend.

……

On this side, Mo Xiangran searched for the direction of the sorrowful music, feeling it getting closer and closer, and her heart grew more and more tense.

The person who played the instrument, the one who carved so many timeless masterpieces in the mountains, must have been an extraordinary talent, a white-haired, ethereal senior, right?

Or perhaps, she is a stunningly beautiful senior female colleague?

In short, I am so fortunate to be able to meet you today; it is a blessing that can only be earned through three lifetimes of good deeds.

Following the sound, I walked through a bamboo forest and saw a scene before me.

Beside the lotus pond, in the pavilion.

Before a magnificent zither, a young man in white was playing leisurely. Beside him, a cool and aloof woman in plain clothes leaned quietly against a pillar of the pavilion, like a willow branch swaying in the breeze; a delicate young girl squatted on the ground, her hands supporting her cheeks, like a beautiful flower reflected in water, looking up at the young man with her exquisite face.

Everyone was listening quietly.

A string of musical notes, transformed into shimmering jade butterflies, meandered and swirled around the three of them.

The visuals are absolutely stunning.

"What a nice view."

"How elegant."

"Is this Yiran Peak a place where immortals reside?"

Mo Xiangran couldn't help but whisper softly.

At the same time, she was slightly surprised, not expecting that the person playing the piano was a handsome young man.

Look closely at the boy.

He was slender yet well-proportioned, with perfectly sculpted shoulders and a slender waist. Overall, he exuded the refined and elegant air of a man from a fantasy world.

His features were very defined, handsome as if carved by a knife, with a pair of deep eyes and a relaxed and casual smile on his lips.

Very charming.

"is it him?"

Mo Xiangran asked herself, "Was the person who carved so many unparalleled verses on this peak also this exceptionally talented young man?"

"Who is this person?"

Suddenly, a chill ran through her: "Could he be Li Congxin?!"

"Impossible, impossible."

He immediately denied it to himself: "How could that be?"

He still firmly believed that although this person looked like a young man, he was definitely an unparalleled senior. Just then, Li Congxin slowly opened his mouth and began to sing softly to the accompaniment of the zither music.

"The moon shines bright, but the woman is haggard; I raise my cup and drink in the wind and snow."

"Who overturned the cabinet of past lives, stirring up dust and trouble?"

"The cycle of fate has repeated itself many times, and your furrowed brows and weeping face cannot bring her back."

Even though history has turned to ashes, my love will never die.

"The bustling world is like three thousand rivers flowing eastward, I only take a ladle of love and understanding, I only love the butterfly you have transformed into."

"Your hair, as white as snow, paints a poignant picture of parting; I burn incense, but who is moved by my sorrow?"

"Your hair, like snowflakes, flutters with tears; I wait, but who has grown old in vain..."

Hearing the song, Mo Xiangran stood there stunned once again.

His face showed a dazed expression.

As a practitioner of Confucianism and Taoism, she felt that the music and singing had merged into one, and ripples were spreading through the space. The entire pavilion, including herself, was immersed in a magical realm.

In her mind's eye, she saw a couple who, through the years, argued, embraced, were apart, and longed for each other again. Faced with the passage of time, they felt both sentimental and helpless...

Mo Xiangran became so sad that she couldn't pull herself out of it again.

"Raise a cup to drink in the wind and snow, overturn the cabinet of past lives, furrow brows and weep for the beauty of youth, as prosperity flows away like three thousand rivers to the east..."

boom!

As she murmured to herself, a dazzling light once again emanated from her.

In that instant, her cultivation had already reached the Grandmaster level.

"La er la".

"La la la".

"The bronze mirror reflects an innocent girl with a ponytail." "If you run wild, I'll drink with you for the rest of my life."

As the last line was sung.

At this moment, Li Congxin slightly lifted the ten fingers on the piano keys and stopped playing.

The musical notes, which transformed into jade butterflies in the air, gradually disappeared and dissipated.

Three seconds of silence.

clap clap clap!

Then, Isusu, who was squatting in front of the piano, jumped up and started clapping vigorously.

"Cousin, you're amazing!"

"You sang so well."

"Idol, you are my idol."

They expressed their enjoyment without any reservation, as if they were overjoyed after attending a concert.

Clap clap clap! Even Chu Feige, who was relatively aloof and reserved, couldn't help but clap her hands gently with a smile on her face.

Her young master is truly amazing.

She was somewhat bewildered; were there really such outstanding people in the world?

They really seem to be omnipotent and proficient in everything.

Both women were in tears, their beautiful faces glistening with dew. They were unaware that they had been quietly sobbing, having been moved to tears by Li Congxin's singing.

"This humble girl pays her respects to the senior."

Outside the pavilion, Mo Xiangran, who had just woken up from the end of the music, immediately knelt down on the ground.

His fair forehead pressed tightly against the bluestone ground, and he bowed deeply in fear, saying, "Thank you, senior, for bestowing this fortune upon me."

At this moment, she was also incredibly excited.

Because now she was certain it was him, it had to be him. Only someone who could write so many extraordinary poems could also write such beautiful and moving lyrics.

Li Congxin slowly stood up from the piano, a warm smile on her face.

"Get up."

With a gentle lift of his hand, an irresistible force caused Mo Xiangran's head, which had been pressed against the ground, to involuntarily rise, and her body slowly stood up.

"Who are you, young lady? What brings you to my Yiran Peak?"

With Li Congxin's current powerful spiritual sense, he actually sensed Mo Xiangran the moment she stepped onto Yiran Peak.

Those who can come to this Yiran Peak are definitely not his enemies.

Because his enemies simply couldn't get up the mountain.

Therefore, Li Congxin didn't bother with her and let her wander around the peak at will, looking at the poems. "My daughter, Mo Xiangran, has come to Yiran Peak to search for the Holy Son by order of Her Majesty the Empress."

Mo Xiangran remained respectful.

"Oh, my older sister asked you to come."

Li Congxin was slightly startled and asked, "What do you want with me?"

"what?"

Mo Xiangran suddenly lost her voice.

His words struck Mo Xiangran as if she had been struck by lightning. She stumbled and fell, her face filled with utter shock, her heart churning with immense turmoil.