Chapter 6: Born to be Happy?

  "How annoying you are, can't even light a fire?"

  When he saw this scene, the old man didn't know what to say either. He snapped his fingers and a spark of fire fell onto the tinder under the cauldron. The pile of tinder suddenly caught fire.

  Xiao Yun was so frightened that he tumbled and sat on the ground with a thud, almost getting his eyebrows burned by the flames that shot up.

  "Take care of the fire, don't let it go out!" The old man said indifferently and turned to the medicine rack again, fiddling with something.

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  "Cough, cough, senior, I'd like to suggest that this house should have some ventilation, maybe a chimney would be good, the smoke is really too much!"

  The room was filled with smoke and fog, as if it were a fairyland. Xiao Yun coughed until tears streamed down her face, and finally she couldn't help but burst into tears in front of the old man.

  The old man was also choked with coughing, "Where did you come from, young fellow? You can't even burn fire properly. Why are you burning damp wood? Cough, cough, quickly go open the window."

  "Oh!"

  Xiao Yun hastily stood up, looked around, found the window and quickly ran over to open it, taking a deep breath of fresh air, which felt incredibly comfortable.

  The old man's sleeve swept across, and the smoke that filled the room instantly floated out of the window.

  Coughing for a while, Xiao Yun said, "Senior, this won't do. Burning fire here is prone to carbon monoxide poisoning!"

  "Don't waste any more words, hand over the fire and let me take care of it. If you extinguish it, I'll make sure to extinguish you!" The old man scolded directly, his tone somewhat unpleasant.

  Xiao Yun shrunk his neck and quickly ran over to tend to the fire, not daring to say another word.

  The large cauldron heated up quickly. After a while, the old man walked over and opened the lid of the cauldron, putting all the prepared medicinal herbs inside.

  "Senior, are you refining medicine?" Xiao Yun asked curiously.

  "Hmm!"

  The answer was just a simple nasal sound.

  "What kind of medicine are you refining?"

  Xiao Yun asked again, before he had never seen a music cultivator, nor had he seen the even more mysterious doctor among the music cultivators, and his heart was filled with countless questions.

  "Green Spirit Scatter!"

  "What is Qingling San used for?"

  "How can you be so talkative? Shut up and don't disturb me while I'm refining medicine." Soon, the old man became somewhat impatient. Compared to those miscellaneous servants in the past, this new kid was a bit too chatty.

  Looking at the old man's focused and serious expression, Xiao Yun shrank his neck again. This senior had a bad temper, so he didn't dare to say more, and hurriedly continued to burn fire.

  The old man's gaze remained on the tripod, and after a moment of silence, he slightly raised his feet, with both palms facing the large tripod. A visible stream of cyan gas flowed out from his palm, directly pouring into the body of the tripod.

  Inside the cauldron, it was like a boiling sound, and a gurgling noise started. Xiao Yun saw this, and his eyes lit up instantly, with an extremely surprised expression on his face. Was this old man a master of the Musician Realm?

  "Senior, what's your name?"

  "Shut up and give me the medicine. I'll deal with you later." The old man was getting annoyed by Xiao Yun's questioning.

  ……

  "Watch the fire carefully, keep this fire temperature, it's not good if it's too big or too small!" The pot was still bubbling away, and I don't know what kind of scene it was. The old man guided the air back to its origin, waited for a while, threw down a sentence to Xiao Yun, and walked out directly.

  What's going on here? Always living a life of luxury, yet coming to be a menial worker. To put it nicely, a miscellaneous laborer; to put it badly, just a lowly servant who boils pots and pans. And to make matters worse, he encounters such an eccentric old man. Xiao Yun feels that he is bringing trouble upon himself, perhaps agreeing to stay was a mistake.

  After a brief inquiry, the old man didn't say much, but still told Xiao Yun his name. The elder's name was Mu Tian'en, and he was a music doctor. As for anything else, Xiao Yun had no way of knowing, nor did he dare to ask more questions.

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  "Clang......"

  A face covered with black soot, illuminated by the fiery flames that made it look red-hot and scorching, was choked by the black smoke that made Xiao Yun's eyes water. Just as she felt discontent in her heart, a pleasant voice suddenly came from outside.

  Sometimes majestic and sonorous, sometimes smooth and fluent, the melodious sound of the zither made Xiao Yun immediately get hooked, grab two handfuls of firewood, and throw them into the fire pit under the big cauldron. Xiao Yun patted his buttocks and ran out immediately.

  In the courtyard.

  On one side of the small table, there was a wooden zither, and in front of it sat a person with their back to Xiao Yun, their hands moving freely over the strings. Just by looking at their back, you could tell it was Mu Tian'en.

  Fingers like flowing water, dancing on the strings of the zither, the absolutely beautiful sound of the zither resonates in all directions, sometimes thick and heavy, sometimes light and gentle.

  The tune gave Xiao Yun a very familiar feeling, it was the high mountain and flowing water melody he heard in front of the grand hall when he went up the mountain. However, the tune played by Mu Tian'en was obviously more authentic, the sound of the qin was pleasant to the ear, captivating one's heart. No need to say more, Mu Tian'en must be a master, his skill in playing the qin had already surpassed being merely skilled.

  Mo Tian'en seemed to be unaware of the person behind him, his eyes slightly closed, completely immersed in his own world, as the sound of the guqin spread out, the bamboo leaves outside the courtyard swayed constantly, as if dancing with him. Xiao Yun could clearly feel that the spiritual energy around him was rapidly gathering towards Mo Tian'en.

  The flow of spiritual energy stirred the surrounding air, and the withered leaves that had been swept to the corner of the yard by the autumn wind all flew up at this time, slowly swirling around Mo Tian'en's body.

  Standing at the door, Xiao Yun also closed his eyes, and at this moment, he found that a huge change was taking place in his mind.

  Along with the beautiful piano sound, a string of notes automatically appeared in Xiao Yun's mind. The seven divine statues on the spiritual platform burst out with dazzling light. The piano sound entering her ears was quickly decomposed into seven sounds and transformed into white notes that rapidly merged into the seven divine statues on the spiritual platform.

  "Clang......"

  It was unknown how long it took, but the sound of the piano suddenly stopped. Mu Tian'en savored the music for a while before turning his head to look at Xiao Yun by the door, furrowing his brow, "What are you doing here?"

  The last note, plunged into the Shao Gong deity position, seven divine images flashed and then dimmed. Xiao Yun seemed to have an epiphany, the lingering sound still echoing in her ears, but was startled awake by Mo Tian'en's voice.

  As soon as she opened her eyes, Mu Tian'en was scowling with a black face. Xiao Yun was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and flattered, "Senior's piano skills are truly breathtaking, majestic like the high mountains, vast like the flowing water, but I don't know what song it is, yet it's so enchanting and intoxicating?"

  "Do you still understand music?"

  Mo Tian'en was somewhat surprised by the words, in his impression, if he didn't have some cultivation, he couldn't hear the artistic connotation contained in this song, let alone say what Xiao Yun just said.

  "I have some understanding of it, and I just broke through the Musician Boundary a moment ago," said Xiao Yun.

  "Huh?"

  Mu Tian'en was taken aback, with his cultivation level, Xiao Yun in his eyes was just an ordinary person, but Xiao Yun said he had broken through the Le Tong stage, which made him somewhat unexpected.

  Luo pulled Xiao Yun's hand and felt the majestic energy flowing inside Xiao Yun's body, Mu Tian En became even more puzzled, "Who is your master?"

  Xiao Yun rubbed his head, "I don't have a master, I just came up the mountain this afternoon."

  "Then who enlightened you?" asked Mu Tian'en.

  Xiao Yun shook his head, "No one helped me to enlighten, how did I enlighten myself, I'm a bit confused too. All I remember is that I played a melody on the Clear Water River, then a golden light fell from the sky, and after that, my enlightenment was complete."

  "Golden light? Could it be merit?"

  Mu Tian'en heard this, furrowed his brow, and looked at Xiao Yun's body for a moment. He pointed to the wooden zither he had left in the courtyard, "Go, play that tune you played again for me to listen."

  "Huh? Oh!"

  Xiao Yun hesitated for a moment, then walked over to the wooden piano, sat down in front of it, looked back at Mu Tian'en with a glance, took a deep breath, and began to pluck the strings with his index finger.

  Although I don't know who this old man is, he must be a master. Maybe he can give some guidance to his confused self.

  A tune of "Youthful Journey" flowed out again from Xiao Yun's ten fingers, the pleasant sound of the guqin floated in the air, and a hint of surprise flashed across Mu Tian'en's eyes.

  ……

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  "Is this piece composed by yourself?" asked Mu Tian'en after Xiao Yun finished playing the tune.

  Xiao Yun hesitated for a moment, then nodded, although it was plagiarism from his previous life's composition, but this song had never appeared in this world before, so it wasn't excessive to consider it as his own work.

  Mu Tian'en furrowed his brow, turned around with Xiao Yun, and asked somewhat puzzled, "With the sound of heaven, borrowing the power of merit to complete enlightenment, achieving the music of the heavenly children, how could they let you do such menial tasks as cooking?"