Chapter 13: Sleeping Dragon Chant!

  "Hmph, what can Le Tong do? A small miscellaneous servant dares to fight with me. I really can't swallow this breath." Qin Yu said gritting his teeth.

  Xiao Ming thought for a moment and leaned in towards Qin Yu, "Brother, you're an expert at the Joyful Labor Realm, wouldn't it be easy to take him down?"

  Qin Yu furrowed his brow, "Didn't you hear what Ou Shifu said? That guy is someone under Shibo's command, we can't touch him. Do you want to get me killed?"

  "In a crowded place, of course, it's not good to make a move, but we can come quietly! Xiao Ming smiled slyly and made a throat-slitting gesture. "With your strength, Brother Master, killing him is as easy as turning over one's hand. As long as you do it cleanly, who can blame you?"

  Qin Yu's expression turned solemn upon hearing the words, and he stopped in his tracks, seemingly deep in thought about Xiao Ming's words. After a while, a cold smile appeared on Qin Yu's face, "Alright, let him jump around for a few more days, lest others suspect me. When the time comes, I will make this blind little brat know the consequences of offending me, Qin Yu."

  ……

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  On the way to Hou Shan, Xiao Yun was still a bit indignant, but he quickly adjusted himself. Just now, his move against Qin Yu was not a momentary impulse, although he knew this was a world where the strong were respected, he had his own dignity and pride.

  Xiao Yun did not expect that the old steward with the surname Qiu would actually lend a hand to help himself, generous and open-minded. That old man should have reached the realm of a musician, would a prestigious musician take the initiative for this small miscellaneous role?

  After some careful thought, Xiao Yun came up with a possibility: perhaps the old man was not helping himself, but rather Qin Yu. From their conversation, it seemed that he had a great deal of respect for Mu Tian'en. To put it bluntly, when beating a dog, one must consider its master; as someone who followed Mu Tian'en, even if he were a disciple of the Elite Academy, he would have to carefully weigh the consequences of offending him.

  Xiao Yun's gratitude towards Qiu Lao in his heart faded a bit, and suddenly he felt that his waist was straightened a bit. It seemed that being a subordinate to Mu Tian'en wasn't without prospects after all. At least he could ride on the tiger's back and pretend to be fierce for a while.

  How can there be such petty thoughts? Xiao Yun sighed and shook his head.

  This time, the person who offended the elite institute will not have a good future. Qin Yu is definitely not someone who can bear losses easily and may come to find trouble for himself in the future. However, Xiao Yun did not worry too much about it. What's the big deal? He believed that as long as he was given time, he would be able to trample this small role under his feet.

  Back to the bamboo house, Mu Tianen was playing the piano in the courtyard. Xiao Yun knew that Mu Tianen had a habit of practicing "High Mountain and Flowing Water" twice every day at this time, so he didn't disturb him and simply moved a stool to listen nearby.

  That guy Guan Shiqing calls Mu Tian'en "Shibo", it seems that Mu Tian'en's seniority in the Tianyin Sect should not be low, and the level of the scores he plays must not be low either. Previously, Xiao Yun relied on his ability to recognize scores by ear, but only got a part of the score, which was incomplete. Now, of course, he must seize every opportunity to learn from Mu Tian'en.

  The experience at Lingyao Hall just now made Xiao Yun's conviction to become a strong player even more determined. The Elite Conference half a month later, can't help but go and stir up some trouble.

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  For the next two days, Xiao Yun sent medicine to Lingyao Hall several times. Along the way, he met Qin Yu and Xiao Ming once. Although Qin Yu's face looked extremely unpleasant, he surprisingly didn't lay a hand on Xiao Yun. Xiao Yun also couldn't be bothered with him, as long as he didn't come to provoke himself, that was fine.

  Shixiang Lake

  Because he didn't know the name of the lake, Xiao Yun gave it a very rustic name himself, just because there was a large stone in the lake that looked like an elephant's head. Although it was very rustic, it was quite fitting.

  The firewood was burned out, and under the urging of Mu Tian'en, Xiao Yun had to carry the axe again to chop wood. This time, Xiao Yun also brought his own paulownia wooden zither.

  After a good fight, Xiao Yun, as usual, took a bath in the lake, put on her clothes, fetched a paulownia wood zither, and sat on the grass by the lake to practice for a while.

  The majestic scenery unfolded, the spirit was high, Xiao Yun looked around, and in her heart, there was a faint sense of loss. However, she did not see those two women she had met by the lake that day. She remembered that Lin Chunyin had asked if she would come again.

  He pulled out a crumpled yellow cloth from his bosom, which was the very same one that Old Man Sha had given him by the river on their way up the mountain. It was a musical score titled "The Lying Dragon's Hum".

  He hadn't paid much attention to it before, but when he was taking a bath just now, the score came out again and caught Xiao Yun's attention.

  Wu Yin Gu Pu, when on Earth, Xiao Yun had some exposure to this ancient melody, so it doesn't seem too difficult for her.

  As he watched, a melody slowly took shape in Xiao Yun's mind, on the spiritual platform of the sea of consciousness, faintly flashing out one by one golden notes, countless notes quickly gathered, forming a pale golden five-clawed dragon shadow. The shadow was thin, but it looked incredibly majestic and powerful, baring its teeth and claws, making people tremble with fear.

  "Roar!"

  In a daze, the divine dragon let out a loud roar, and Xiao Yun immediately woke up. Before he could even feel surprised, his attention returned to the sea of consciousness, but the divine dragon's shadow had already disappeared without a trace.

  Looking at the sheet music in his hand, Xiao Yun's heart was stirred up like a huge wave. This was a battle song, and he could feel that the level of this song was absolutely not low.

  "A boatman's pole, how could it possibly have such a secret?" Xiao Yun was filled with doubts in her heart, thinking of the boatman who had ferried her across the Clear Water River that day, and the more she thought about it, the stranger it seemed.

  "Clang......"

  Fingers lightly plucked the strings, and a pleasant sound echoed far away. The calm lake surface seemed to be stirred up with a ripple. In his mind, he carefully pondered "Lying Dragon's Hum" again. Xiao Yun's mouth curled up slightly, "It seems quite simple!"

  "Huh?"

  There's a saying that goes "looks easy, but is hard to do". As soon as he played the fifth note according to the score, Xiao Yun felt something was off. It was as if there was something weighing on his body, and it kept getting heavier, making it harder for him to breathe. By the eighth note, his hands were like they were bound by some unseen force, and with a "thud" sound, they pressed down on the strings, causing the music to come to an abrupt halt.

  "Hmm...".

  It's too eerie, beads of sweat have already seeped out on his forehead, Xiao Yun is panting heavily, his eyes are filled with shock, what kind of devilish tune is this? Just playing eight notes has gotten him so worked up, if he continues to play, won't he just die right here?

  "Once more!"

  Xiao Yun was somewhat skeptical, and after catching his breath, he replayed the melody in his mind and started playing again.

  "Clang......"

  At first it was fine, but as soon as I reached the fifth note, that feeling came again. By the eighth note, Xiao Yun felt like he had no strength to continue, his body felt like a huge mountain was pressing down on him, his whole body was shaking violently, his bones were rattling, and it seemed like he was about to collapse.

  A piece of music can only play eight notes, this is the first time Xiao Yun has encountered such a situation, and he immediately uses his thin proud air to try to perform this battle song.

  The majestic energy in the pool of majestic energy suddenly boiled up, automatically following the meridians on Xiao Yun's hands, flowing into the strings of the zither. Xiao Yun trembled with his hands and barely played out the ninth note.

  "Hum!"

  A sound wave burst out, like a strong wind sweeping across the lake, stirring up waves of water, the trees around Shi Xianghu Lake swayed violently, as if they were about to be uprooted, leaves filled the sky, and amidst the chaos, a dragon's roar echoed, lingering on and on, shaking people's souls.

  "Boom!"

  A string of the zither snapped with a loud sound, Xiao Yun fell heavily to the ground on her buttocks. At that moment, her brain was in severe pain, and she almost fainted.

  If you don't seek death, then you won't die. Xiao Yun lay weakly on the grassy ground, panting heavily with big mouthfuls of air. Just like that, in an instant, the accumulated Qi in his Dantian was completely swept away.

  For Xiao Yun, this battle song was really too against the sky. He was a natural music prodigy who started with heavenly music, and although it was a bit difficult for him to play, he could still perform it completely. However, this battle song exhausted his internal energy in an instant, and he could only play nine notes.