Chapter 229: Unheard Absolute Tune, Plucked There

Crane Cry Mountain, Wuyin Peak.

Nighttime.

The sky just saw the stars, the moon appeared in the clouds, and the light was not yet too clear.

But under the hundred-mile sea of clouds, it was already a brilliant scene of a thousand torches illuminating the night and colorful light mist.

Halfway up the mountain, in a palace with red roofs and green beads.

Besides the seven or eight disciples of the Changying Academy sitting there, there were also many noble family members from the three academies, who were specially invited by Liu Lingzheng to help and boost the momentum.

For a time.

Lights dazzled the eyes, music filled the ears—

Seventy-two Dharma torches suspended in mid-air slowly opened and scattered, illuminating the entire hall in five colors, brilliant and shining, like a glazed treasure palace in the East Sea waves, steaming like boiling clouds.

And the fragrance of sinking speed was quiet and without smoke, lingering and misty, making one's heart and bones feel happy; it was another elegant matter.

Even Sima Quantong had once had the heart to kill Liu Lingzheng, more than once.

Chen Gaogong suddenly flicked his hand, drove all the musicians out, looked at everyone, and said:

Making many disciples in the hall frown slightly, showing displeasure...

"Good sound, truly good sound!"

This person's temperament was unpredictable, he sought revenge for the slightest grievance, often because of some meaningless small matter, he would get angry, and if he did not achieve what he wanted, he would absolutely not be willing to stop.

Even Ye Peng had not guessed what kind of trick Chen Gaogong was playing.

Sure enough, before long.

Finished.

"Drink, drink! Don't spoil the host's interest in low music tonight!"

"Of course, if Junior Brother Chen is unwilling, we absolutely dare not force it. After all, those days in Dagan Mountain were truly hard to endure, I—"

But his intention had now been completely achieved, he sneered in his heart, and then returned to his seat leisurely.

Chen Gaogong Chen Hang laughed loudly and took the initiative to explain:

And while Chen Gaogong was clutching his broken arm, falling to the ground, and making wails of pain.

A human head with a smile still on its face smashed into the jade plate, splashing a lot of juice, and looked at the sluggish Chen Gaogong face to face...

Must have heard that Ye Peng was at odds with Wang Dian and had suffered setbacks in front of her.

"Light bursts on the walls, nothing is unseen. The light and flame in this hall are truly too scorching. I will extinguish a few lamps for everyone, how about it?"

"What does this mean? It's already this late... Is he coming or not!"

Instantly.

Amidst the clinking of glasses, Sima Quantong did not raise his glass, just looked coldly at the people in the hall, a trace of mockery in his gaze.

At this time, the sky was full of stars, and the moon was shining.

"Fellow disciples, I—"

As soon as these words came out.

He did not say much, performed a salute to everyone in the hall, and then, at Chen Gaogong's nod, sat on the ground and played a song with his ten fingers stretched out.

His sleeves flew slightly, his demeanor was outstanding, like a jade tree in a Qiong forest, dwelling outside of things, not mixed with dust.

Ye Peng also finally understood Chen Gaogong's intention, clapped the table and laughed loudly, shaking his head.

Upon hearing this, he turned around, bowed to Wang Dian, and smiled meaningfully:

Hearing this question, he lowered his head, complained endlessly, and told Wang Dian's original words one by one.

Chen Gaogong waved his hand hard, and a handsome green-clothed man carrying a long zither walked in from outside the hall.

And after Wang Dian took his seat, the banquet continued.

After speaking.

"Master, I was able to rise from a mortal to become a cultivator, this is a great blessing. Being able to have such an ending, I am too happy to have any thoughts, how could I have any other thoughts?"

"Oh?"

Facing Ye Peng's probing gaze, Chen Gaogong gave him a wink, signaling him to be patient.

Everyone present looked at each other, their expressions different.

The music stopped—

After speaking.

"Refining swords into silk? Good calculation! Several instructors are living on Luoyan Peak. Just for a little dispute, how dare you be like this?!"

After telling the story of the Southern Region one by one.

After waving away the female attendant who wanted to pour wine for him.

Kong Huiyan at the main seat scanned the hall, suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and finally could not sit still, hurriedly called the blue-clothed cultivator standing nearby to his side, and asked loudly:

The blue-clothed cultivator understood instantly and smiled flatteringly: "I don't know what the master means?"

"Since everyone has this request, then Chen will show his ugliness."

"Today, sages gather, naturally we must listen to wonderful music!"

Chen Gaogong pretended to be surprised, but heard the wind suddenly speed up. He hurriedly raised his eyes and saw a white smoke swinging open the atmosphere, cutting through the flowing wind, like a long rainbow, dragging a tail flame a zhang long.

"It's just that famous teachers are hard to find, I'm afraid you will have to wait for a few days."

This change.

"It turns out Liu Lingzheng has such an experience. It seems that the high achievement and Brother Wen Yan are fellow travelers."

The neck of Wen Yan, who was pouring wine, also added a line of blood.

When the tune started, the corners and feathers all rose, the palace and signs responded, participating and responding, up and down, like red cliffs and dangerous paths, green walls ten thousand fathoms deep.

This white smoke had not yet approached, but Chen Gaogong felt his shoulders and back sink, his chest tight, and a sudden feeling of panic arose in his heart.

"Did you hear clearly at that time? He said it himself, he would come?"

Then the middle tone turned.

"Since the high achievement is proficient in music, why not be a teacher for Brother Wen Yan, how about it?"

Chen Gaogong pretended to be surprised.

"How dare I, how dare I?" Kong Hui sneered and said: "Everyone doesn't know, Kong Huiyan once cultivated in the Xuanzhen Sect of the Southern Region, and that Yan Zhen is a big figure in the Xuanzhen Sect..."

He even killed his brother and son back then just to snatch a position as a face-man, but now he has ended up like this. I don't know what he feels in his heart?"

He pulled the long zither that Wen Yan was holding, placed it in front of his knees, stretched out his ten fingers, tuned the sound slightly, and then plucked it with a smile.

"He has a great reputation in the upper academy, how can he be underestimated? You bastard, you think everyone is like you?

The banquet today.

The hall was in an uproar!

At this time, the seventy-two Dharma torches in the hall were all dimmed together, and the candlelight inside was extinguished by the strong wind.

Chen Gaogong was a bit surprised, but still deliberately provoked:

If your lineage did not have a significant weight in the Chishuo Liu clan and had some status, with Liu Lingzheng's actions, he would have been killed by someone long ago.

Very soon, half an hour passed quietly.

"This person is a guest of my Liu clan, always known for his zither skills, a rare master of music."

Kong Hui and the blue-clothed cultivator Chen Hang nodded repeatedly, and the noble family members in the seats also clamored.

People in the hall looked at each other, expressions different.

The music stopped—

After speaking.

"Master, the disciple can rise from a mortal to become a cultivator, this is a great blessing. Being able to have such an ending, I am too happy to have any thoughts, how could I have any other thoughts?"

"Oh?"

Facing Ye Peng's probing gaze, Chen Gaogong gave him a wink, signaling him to be patient.

Everyone present looked at each other, their expressions different.

The hall was dim, figures hazy—

"..."

After taking the pills, the blue-clothed cultivator's complexion was much better, and a few traces of blood could be seen on his face.

And this woman Chen Hang, whom Chen Gaogong called Kong Hui, was not angry at all, just knelt on the ground and laughed:

The secrets inside this matter were not small, it was difficult to enter the elegant hall, and it was not something that could be discussed in broad daylight.

The blue-clothed Daoist stepped forward to make a joke and muddled through this.

Seeing this scene.

"Liu Lingzheng is our fellow disciple after all. Although he was once a face-man, how can he be a teacher for a face-man now? If this makes him recall the sad things of the past, wouldn't it spoil the friendship!"

After the sound stopped.

Thinking this way, Chen Gaogong felt relieved, and the anxiety in his heart eased.

"He can't be calculated by your kind of fool! It's not just losing my Wang Dian's identity, it's also losing my face! I've long wanted to teach him a lesson, but it's a beautiful thing to be replaced by someone else today!"

He opened his eyes, and seventy-two strands of green true qi flew out from his crown, slamming into the Dharma torches!

And while the hall was noisy, time passed bit by bit.

Wang Dian stood up from his seat and interrupted Kong Huiyan's words sharply.

Wen Yan smiled.

"I don't know where this zither player came from, can the master tell me?"

"..."

As soon as these words came out, many people echoed, and Kong Hui nodded repeatedly.

He saw the white smoke coming very fast, straight toward him, as if he would be smashed into a pool of rotten meat in an instant. He let out a cry, covered his face with his sleeves, and hurriedly retreated a few steps.

Then he pretended to cough twice, raised the wine cup, and stood up leisurely from his seat.

There was not a sound in the hall, only the wind whistling.

Many people in the hall were seeing stars, their sleeves blown left and right!

In just a flash!

As soon as these words came out.

"And tonight is for the sake of Brother Kong Hui to vent a bad breath!"

Wen Yan, oh Wen Yan, this young master wants to ask a question.

This Wen Yan can only be a fighter under my command. The days of fine clothes and food in the past are gone forever...

The next moment.

"Is this true? Don't smear Kong Huiyan's reputation in vain, otherwise, I will be the first to cut off your head!"

People like Sima Quantong and several Changying Academy disciples were even more surprised, as if they couldn't believe what they heard...

Chen Gaogong Chen Hang shook his head, and then couldn't help but scold:

Blood sprayed wildly, splashing all over the floor!

"Wen Yan, it's truly a pity for you. I heard that you were disliked by your sister because your zither skills didn't improve much. After I return from the Cave Heaven, I will definitely hire a famous teacher for you so you can win back your sister's favor, how about it?"

The whole hall was silent, without a sound.

Wang Dian laughed loudly and said indifferently: "Since Brother Liu said so, I will light the lamp for everyone once."

Although unable to see the changes in the expression of the person involved, it always felt like something was missing, difficult to be perfect.

However, Kong Huiyan and Kong Hui were compatible, and the friendship between the two was deep and very reliable.

Zither sound trickling—

He frowned for a long time, felt like he had figured something out, drank the jade liquid in the cup, and sneered.

"Oh?"

Clang!

After a few piercing sounds, the candlelight was just shaken, and there was no other strangeness.

The blue-clothed cultivator glanced at Wang Dian coldly. The bones on his body were still aching, both hateful and fearful.

But he had no great ability, only knew how to use external power to suppress people, fierce in appearance but weak in reality.

Several people below cast strange gazes, making Chen Gaogong's face red, as if wanting to drip blood.

Such actions were inexplicable, making everyone, including Ye Peng, confused, not knowing what trick Kong Huiyan wanted to play.

Chen Gaogong suddenly straightened his expression and raised his hand to stop it:

"If Wang Dian is afraid of the master's majesty and dares not come? Then it shows that this person is indeed a hypocrite! Since that's the case, why does the master need to be too wary of him? I guess he won't achieve anything!"

The blue-clothed cultivator was also quick-witted. Seeing Chen Gaogong's displeasure, his thoughts turned, and a flattering look appeared on his face, whispering:

He narrowed his eyes, signaled Kong Hui to pour wine for him, and then picked up the jade cup, wanting to drink it all in one gulp.

Chen Gaogong wanted to find a face for his good friend and vent a bad breath for Ye Peng...

"Wang Dian, Liu Lingzheng, long heard of you!"

White light burst forth, the whole room brightened.

It was like flowing water, dark fragrance chasing horses, with a lingering and thought-provoking elegance.

"This person is called Wen Yan, once a wealthy young master of a secular country. Because he had a good skin and was good at music, he was taken in by his sister and became her face-man. However, in recent years, his sister has been tired of playing with him from head to toe. No matter how he recommended himself, his sister had no interest, and instead drove him out of the mansion."

After a long while.

Its sound was also strange and beautiful.

And the whispers between the two were seen by everyone in the hall.

"This light is too scorching, the color is not good to look at, I will extinguish a few lamps for you!"

He shook his sleeves, and a strand of true qi flew out, divided into seventy-two strands, each falling on the seventy-two Dharma torches.

"How can this be? How can this be?"

"Tonight is the time for a banquet, everyone is discussing the Dao, how can there be no lamps to set the scene? Wang Dian, what is the meaning of your style?"

At this time.

"The zither player of this great clan has poor skills. As the saying goes, music has the use of guiding and nourishing the spirit and declaring and harmonizing the emotions. Listening to such noise more will only dirty the ears of the fellow disciples!"

Everyone's eyes flickered, their thoughts floating.

"I heard that the high achievement was a famous zither player circulating in several countries before being kidnapped by Yan Zhen to the mountain as a face-man. I don't know if you can give me some advice today?"

Chen Gaogong shouted deliberately:

You are not unfamiliar with Liu Lingzheng; the two have dealt with each other several times.

He just wanted to use the mouths of the people in the hall to spread the wind and humiliate Wang Dian.

Chen Gaogong sighed:

"The person who can defeat me, how can he be easy to deal with? Your little tricks, even if taken out, are just in vain and embarrassing!"

Many people showed sarcasm, smiling...

But this world.

Kong Huiyan was confused.

Seeing Wang Dian's expression was indifferent.

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Such conduct was inexplicable, leaving everyone, including Ye Peng, completely baffled, unable to fathom what kind of scheme Kong Huiyan was attempting to hatch.

At this moment, Chen Gaogong suddenly straightened his expression and raised a hand to stop him:

"Perhaps Wang Dian fears the Master's dignity and dares not come? That just goes to show that this person is indeed a hypocrite! Since that is the case, why should the Master be overly wary of him? I imagine he won't amount to much anyway!"

The blue-robed cultivator was also a quick-witted one; seeing Chen Gaogong's displeased expression, his thoughts shifted, and a look of flattery suddenly appeared on his face as he laughed in a low voice:

He narrowed his eyes, signaling for Kong Huiyan to pour him wine, and then picked up the jade cup, intending to drain it in one gulp.

Chen Gaogong wanted to regain some face for his good friend and vent some of the pent-up anger for Ye Peng...

"Wang Dian, Liu Lingzheng, I have long admired you!"

The white light shone brilliantly, illuminating the entire room.

It was also like flowing water, clear and cold, with a lingering fragrance following the horse, possessing an elegant charm that was leisurely, endless, and thought-provoking.

"This person is called Wen Yan. He was once a wealthy young master of a secular kingdom. Because he was born with a handsome appearance and was skilled in music, he was favored by my elder sister and became her favorite. However, in recent years, my elder sister has grown tired of him from head to toe. No matter how much he tries to offer himself, my elder sister has no interest at all, and has even driven him out of the residence."

After a long while.

The sound was indeed strange and beautiful.

And the whispering between these two was naturally seen by everyone in the hall.

"This light is too scorching, the color is not very pleasant to look at. I shall extinguish a few lamps for you!"

He shook his sleeves, and a streak of true qi flew out, dividing into seventeen strands, each landing on one of the seventeen Precious Lotus Dharma Torches.

"How can this be? How can this be?"

"Tonight is the time for a banquet. Everyone is discussing the Dao, how can there be no lamps or candles to set the mood? Wang Dian, what is the meaning of this conduct of yours?"

At this time.

"The musical skills of these clans are mediocre. As the saying goes, music is used to nourish the spirit and harmonize the emotions. Listening to such discordant noise too much will only soil the noble ears of all my fellow disciples!"

Everyone's eyes flickered, their thoughts drifting.

"I heard that before Gao Gong was abducted by Yan Zhen to the mountain to be a favorite, he was already a famous master zither player circulating in several kingdoms. I wonder if, on this occasion, you could provide some instruction?"

Chen Gaogong then deliberately shouted loudly:

He was not exactly a stranger to Liu Lingzheng; the two had dealt with each other a few times.

He merely wanted to use the mouths of those in the hall to spread the word and properly humiliate Wang Dian.

Chen Gaogong suddenly sighed and lamented:

"The person who could defeat you, how could they be an easy opponent? Even if you brought out those little tricks of yours, it would be nothing more than a futile attempt to make a fool of yourself!"

Many people wore mocking expressions, smiling yet not smiling...

But such are the affairs of the world.

Kong Huiyan was quite baffled.

Seeing Wang Dian's expression was indifferent.

At this time.