Chapter 420: Chapter 418: The Flute District, Tang Yuehua's Shock_1
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Entering Yue Xuan, Xu Ran heard a melodious and pleasant string of notes from a qin, prompting both him and his companion to slow their steps.
In a room, a woman was elegantly playing the instrument, offering Xu Ran only a view of her back.
At first glance, she seemed to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, but that graceful temperament was unlike anything typical for a woman of that age.
The silver palace dress she wore fitted her so well, and when it came to temperament, Xu Ran had yet to find anyone who could compare. Noble, elegant, she was like a lotus flower rising out of the mud, maintaining her inner purity amidst filth.
Moreover, there was no hint of Soul Power fluctuation around her; evidently, she was not a Soul Master.
Tang Yuehua's Martial Soul was a mutant variant of the Hao Tian Hammer, which meant her "Cultivation Level" always remained at rank nine.
"Such an elegant piece, it's like being in a peaceful and quaint village," Xu Ran mused carefully, his thoughts soaring with the music, through the country footpaths, the starry skies above a young boy, the green fields, all bringing forth a serene and tranquil feeling.
There was not a hint of pressure, as if his entire being had relaxed considerably.
Although Tang Yuehua was born with a mutant Hao Tian Hammer, which prevented her from cultivating, she had awakened her innate Domain—Noble Circle. This was why there was a sense of serene and transcendent nobility about her.
Beside immersing herself in refined cultural pastimes such as music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, she gradually exuded an air of pristine nobility.
Spend enough time near Tang Yuehua, and you would be influenced by her presence. This was also a significant reason why, in the original story, after Tang San emerged from Slaughter City, Tang Hao had sent him to Yue Xuan.
All traces of vulgarity were cleansed, revealing a complete and agreeable nature.
Gradually, the notes from the qin began to drift away from reality. After all, Tang Yuehua was of noble origin and had spent years inside Yue Xuan—how could she possibly play a true pastoral symphony?
At that moment, Tang Yuehua herself also realized something was amiss. Her eyebrows furrowed, she was refining her own piece of music but always felt something was missing, something she couldn't quite grasp.
The sensation of being so close yet so far made her involuntarily feel a bit disheartened.
To the outside world, her skills at the qin were already excellent, but in her opinion, they were not enough. She had to leave behind a signature piece to have no regrets in life.
Only by leaving a piece that would be eternal could she truly be considered a master. Then, even if she achieved nothing in her cultivations, Tang Yuehua's time would not be considered wasted.
"What a pity," Xu Ran observed Tang Yuehua, her brows knitted with a touch of graceful sadness, even unhappiness was bewitching in its appearance.
That aura of being so near yet untouchable, meant only to be admired from afar and not to be defiled, was incredibly captivating.
It was not a common beauty, not found in her form, but in her spirit. However, on that note, Tang Yuehua's physical beauty was matchless, but it paled in comparison to her aura.
Xu Ran searched through the repository of melodies in his mind. With his current "Cultivation Level," he could find and clearly remember any piece he had heard in his past life.
The Original Scenery of the Hometown.
The true essence of one's heart, the utmost beauty, the gentle breeze, the walkways, the flowing water, the blue sky, and white clouds, and the rising smoke from a cooking fire—these melodious flute notes could touch the softest part of one's soul.
Xu Ran thought for a moment, raised his flute, and began to play softly.
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This piece was also one of Xu Ran's favorite pieces; it would be wonderful if it could flourish in Tang Yuehua's hands. Pursuing Tang Yuehua wasn't difficult for Xu Ran. For someone like Tang Yuehua, who sought artistic achievement and a sense of belonging in the heart, it was much purer compared to others.
Especially in terms of emotions, as long as one displayed their knowledge in front of Tang Yuehua, they could gain her admiration. Turning this admiration into romantic feelings was not hard for someone experienced like Xu Ran.
However, after meeting Tang Yuehua, Xu Ran disdained to use such calculating methods to win her over. He let things take their natural course. With his vast array of knowledge from his previous life, he was like a moving treasure to Tang Yuehua.
He was not the least bit worried that Tang Yuehua would find him uninteresting.
The melodious flute music drifted through Yue Xuan. The Original Scenery of the Hometown was like a landscape painting—scenic views poetic, mountains and waters picturesque, tranquil, and subtly beautiful.
Sometimes, many people could sit motionless, staring into the distance for ages. That was because distant places held old acquaintances, and their hearts held memories.
The serene melody, in an instant, especially in the cool breeze of a hot summer day, cleansed the listeners' souls. Everyone in Yue Xuan, after a brief shock, closed their eyes, quietly savoring.
That peaceful and serene feeling even made them think their previous lives had been meaningless.
Incredible, simply incredible.
Such music, perhaps even Teacher Tang Yuehua couldn't play.
This was music transcending the mundane, far above worldly things.
In the piano room, Tang Yuehua listened to the exquisite flute music, the true essence of rural charm, as if it could take her to a place of quiet solitude, undisturbed by anyone.
"Such a beautiful piece, what are all mine compared to this?" Tang Yuehua murmured, her piano music gradually playing along with Xu Ran's flute, complementing him.
The enjoyment in her soul surpassed everything and fascinated her.
Her heart was immensely shaken because she knew this piece would definitely become renowned and be passed down through the ages.
More than once she wanted to turn around to see who the person playing was, as this level of musicianship was surely that of a grand figure already famous. But why hadn't she heard of such a person?
However, she suppressed the urge to see the musician, focusing on playing and recording the piece.
After a long while, as the music ended, Tang Yuehua swiftly turned around, eager to catch a glimpse of the person's face.
She had just interacted spiritually with the flute player. Although they hadn't seen each other, it was like meeting an old friend known for years.
In her mind, such a master was probably a white-bearded elder in his seventies or eighties, but she was still astonished when she saw Xu Ran.
Handsome features with an imposing presence, not losing a refined and elegant air. A figure tall and straight enough to reach the sky. Eyes dark as ink, passionate and profound, a high nose, dressed in a black robe, holding a White Jade Flute, with a blue belt tied around his waist. His black hair was untied, flowing down, with gentle strands resting quietly on his face, making him look like a peerless enchantment at first glance.
In just a moment, Tang Yuehua was spellbound. She had never seen such a unique man. Just standing there, he was like a perfect piece of art. Not to mention his artistic achievement that far surpassed hers.
"There actually exists such an extraordinary man in the world; it seems I am indeed ignorant," Tang Yuehua thought to herself. In front of Xu Ran, she felt a sense of shame for the first time.
Even in the presence of Emperor Xue Ye and some Titled Douluos, she had been proud, asserting that women were no less capable than men. But in front of Xu Ran, she realized that she was just ordinary after all. This young man before her had surpassed her in musical accomplishment by far.
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received Weekly Power Status
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