Chapter 008: The Sound of the Guqin at Midnight

Ling Luoyu nodded gently and said, "Since you all came to see me so early today, I believe you have all considered the matters I mentioned to you last night, right"

Perhaps, for the one playing the zither, Lingluo Yu is indeed that kindred spirit

The sound of knocking echoed.

Ling Luoyu shook her head and said, "I am not sure about this either; perhaps there will be an answer tonight"

Ling Luoyu smiled faintly and said, "Do you two have something to discuss?"

Ling Luoyu smiled gently and said, "That's good, I also believe that you all are reasonable people"

Although the distance between her and the person playing the zither was not very far, Ling Luoyu possessed no martial arts skills whatsoever, and her eyesight was no different from that of an ordinary person. Under the dim moonlight, all Ling Luoyu could see was merely a silhouette, a white silhouette at that

Bang ... ... Bang ... ... Bang ... ... Young Master Ling ... ...

Ling Luoyu glanced at the closed door of the secluded temple, hesitated for a long time, and ultimately decided against the idea of visiting.

Beyond a small grove lies a flowerbed.

Returning to her own room, Ling Luoyu found it difficult to fall asleep for a long time, her mind filled with that white figure and the ethereal sound of the zither.

Han smiled and nodded, coldly stating: "Indeed, since we have entered this Reception Mountain Villa, as Young Master Ling has said, we have no way to retreat. We must all work together to have a glimmer of hope!"

Following the direction of the drifting piano sound, Ling Luoyu slowly made her way forward

When playing the zither, one must avoid external disturbances. Ling Luoyu understood this, so he stopped; he had no choice but to halt. He feared that his interruption would disturb the zither player, and he was apprehensive that, due to his abruptness, he might never again hear such enchanting music.

The man in the blue attire on the left coldly said: "Indeed, this evening, our humble steward will host a welcoming gathering for you. I hope you will arrive on time! I wanted to inform you in advance; I will come again to extend the invitation in the evening!" After speaking, the two men in blue suddenly turned around, bending their legs and bowing their waists, shooting out like arrows, their postures resembling arrows released, and their speed was as swift as that of arrows.

Looking at Ling Luoyu's drowsy eyes, Qin Ling'er smiled sweetly and said, "Young Master Ling, it is already past noon, how come you are still not fully awake? This is not the Young Master Ling I know!"

August is precisely the time when chrysanthemums are in full bloom, and among this flowerbed, the chrysanthemums are the most abundant. Under the hazy moonlight, one can faintly see the colorful and patterned chrysanthemums competing to blossom.

What is the appearance of the person playing the zither? Ling Luoyu does not know, and even whether that person is male or female, Ling Luoyu is also unaware

Mu Yi cast a glance at Ling Luoyu and said lightly: "The intentions of the four of us need not be elaborated upon; with Young Master Ling's intelligence, you should be able to guess it, right"

Qin Ling'er straightened her posture and said, "Since Young Master Ling has mentioned it, I shall speak frankly! There is one thing I do not understand: are there really deities in this world? I wonder if Young Master Ling knows just how powerful the so-called great practitioners of the Jiejin Mountain Villa truly are? Are they deities?"

This sound should only exist in the heavens, how many times can one hear it in the mortal realm? At this moment, Lingluo Yu gently closed his eyes, completely entranced by the sound of the zither.

The back garden of the Jieyin Mountain Villa is not large, and as Ling Luoyu moves slowly, the sound of the guqin becomes increasingly clear

As the blinding sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the window frame, casting white shadows everywhere, Ling Luoyu quickly put on a long gown, slightly tidied her tousled hair, and opened the door.

Ling Luoyu was momentarily taken aback, but instantly regained her composed demeanor and said slowly: "I was delayed last night due to some matters, causing everyone to wait for a long time for the *illustrated* book. I apologize to everyone for that!"

Ling Luoyu believes that, under the current circumstances, Mu Yi and the others will definitely work together with her in unity

As Ling Luoyu faintly heard a graceful melody of the guqin reaching her ears, the sound was elegant and pleasing, with a long-standing heritage, penetrating deep into her heart

I wonder if the person playing the zither plays every night... Should I visit this zither player tomorrow during the day...

Stepping on the shadows of flowers, grass, and trees, treading on the soft, fluffy grass, Lingluo Yu walks slowly in the garden

However, the expression on Qin Ling'er’s face caught Ling Luoyu’s attention. Ling Luoyu smiled slightly and said, "Qin family sister, feel free to speak your mind. Since we have all decided to work together, I will certainly share everything I know!"

As for playing the guqin, Ling Luoyu is also skilled, and her proficiency in playing the instrument is exceptional

Upon hearing this, Mu Yi frowned, took a sharp breath, and said: "Calling the wind and summoning the rain? Flying through the sky and burrowing into the earth? Are you certain, to what extent do you have confidence?"

Nevertheless, compared to the music played by the person before her, Ling Luoyu did not believe that her own skills on the qin surpassed those of the individual in front of her

Ling Luoyu stepped forward and opened the door to the room. As the door swung open, two stern-looking men in blue attire stood outside.

At that moment, as if in a book, Ling Luoyu suddenly came to a halt

sorrowful, unwilling

Outside the room, Chen Kong, Mu Yi, Han Xiao, and Qin Ling'er were already waiting by the door. Upon seeing the door open, the four of them strode into the room and each found a chair to sit down.

Suddenly, the sound of the zither vanished. Lingluo Yu slowly opened her eyes. The flower garden remained the same, the retreat remained unchanged, but alas, the person who played the zither had completely disappeared.

This is the back garden of the Jiyin Mountain Villa, where the shadows of flowers, grass, and trees are reflected on the lawn

"Today is only July 22, and there are still about ten days until August 8. Why should we be welcomed so soon?" Upon hearing this, Mu Yi was slightly taken aback

The delicate sound of the zither unexpectedly made Ling Luoyu feel as if her emotions were constantly pulsating in rhythm with the gentle notes of the instrument

If it were the height of day, Ling Luoyu would certainly pay a visit, but unfortunately, there is no red sun now, only a crescent moon.

Lying on the bed, Lingluo Yu was constantly pondering in her mind, and gradually her eyelids began to feel heavy...

The joy of childhood, the affection of parents, the waves of excruciating pain during the onset of the Jiuyang Jue Mai... Everything flows before Ling Luoyu's eyes, constantly passing by with the rhythmic notes of the piano.

Not far from that white figure and the *illustration* book, Ling Luoyu came to a stop behind a cluster of golden-yellow chrysanthemums

The crescent moon hangs high in the sky, its hazy light illuminating the entire earth

Ling Luoyu nodded gently and said, "Indeed, as stated in that book, it is certainly the case. Even if I were to speculate, I would at least have an eighty percent certainty that it is true"

It was Mu Yi's voice, and Ling Luoyu sprang up from the bed.

At such a time, who is still playing the zither?" Ling Luoyu sighed softly

Ling Luoyu pondered for a moment and slowly said: "Whether they are truly immortals, Luoyu is uncertain. However, it is said that the great beings of this Jieyin Mountain Manor can fly through the skies and traverse the earth, summoning winds and calling forth rain, capable of anything. Yet, this is all from an ancient text I have seen; I have not witnessed it myself, and whether it is true or not, Luoyu is also not very clear about it"

Amidst the clusters of chrysanthemums, there stands a delicate and exquisite pavilion. Not far in front of the pavilion, a figure clad in white is gently caressing an antique zither. As the fingers of the white-clad figure swiftly descend, a series of melodious sounds from the zither rapidly disperse in all directions.

Someone has entered! At that moment, Chen Kong, who had been silent all along, suddenly let out a low shout

Qin Ling'er glanced at Ling Luoyu, hesitating to speak.

Where in the world can one find a true friend