1173: C1173 Gift to Fang Yao Jia

C1173 Gift to Fang Yao Jia

Ninth Princess nodded and used both hands to caress the zither.

A melodious sound of a zither drifted through the air, followed by a somewhat ethereal voice.

The song was composed by her and matched well with the melodious sound of the zither. It was neither fast nor slow as she slowly spoke.

The song was a bit sad, as it was obviously accompanied by true feelings and not a rough interpretation.

As for where the true feelings came from …

This rhythm, this singing, it was all done by her for Chu Yun.

The sound of the zither was neither fast nor slow, and when accompanied by the song, it was intoxicating and intoxicating, causing one to be unable to extricate themselves from it.

Chu Yun calmed himself down, closed his eyes and thought.

The poem he was about to write was extremely important. Not to mention the importance of the competition, it was also related to who would win the position of Dao Child; other than that, he was facing Chen Jingxuan, who seemed to deserve a beating. If he wanted to compete with him, he would have to ask the Ninth Princess to play the zither and sing.

This was a contest between men. No matter what, they could not lose!

Chen Jingxuan's entire body seemed to be immersed in it, the myriad of pores in his body all opened up as he breathed in wantonly.

He was excited, he could finally hear the Ninth Princess playing again.

Who would have thought that there would be still Little Qu to accompany them.

Ninth Princess raised her long sleeves, revealing half of her tender and tender lotus arms, and her slender fingers danced on the zither.

She poured all of her true feelings into it. Although it didn't contain any spiritual energy, even the rhythm of her spiritual energy couldn't compare to her pure and melodious voice.

"Listen well!"

"It's too nice to listen to. I never thought that Ninth Princess would be so talented."

"It is our honor to hear the Ninth Princess's melody."

"…"

Upon hearing those words, excitement flashed across the eyes of countless cultivators as their breathing quickened.

The eyes of countless disciples widened in disbelief.

The disciples of the sect were proficient in music, but the Ninth Princess was also proficient in it.

The most important thing was that she didn't imbue it with spiritual energy. She was purely using her true feelings to describe it; this was absolutely inconceivable.

Chu Yun racked his brain to find poetry, and he was able to combine it with his current state to the greatest extent.

To be honest, the worry that came out of Ninth Princess's voice made Chu Yun feel touched.

After all, this tune, this song, was actually written for Chu Yun.

Thus, when Chu Yun heard it, he instinctively felt it even deeper than Chen Jingxuan.

As time passed, the sound of the zither and the song seemed to have reached their peak at the same time.

The sound of the zither suddenly became high-pitched, causing people's hearts to tremble.

The originally calm melody was broken as it gradually became high-spirited.

Ninth Princess raised her hand. Every movement and every note seemed to possess some kind of magic, making people intoxicated.

The melody was filled with sorrow, the song carried sorrow, and it was all a deduction of true feelings.

Only by blending all of his feelings into it would he be able to produce such a heavenly melody.

"This Ninth Princess is extremely beautiful, and holds a high position. He is highly regarded by His Majesty, so logically speaking, he should be happy. Where did all these worries come from?"

Chu Yun heard the meaning behind it and could not help but mutter to himself.

He was moved by the song and the sound of the zither. His eyes flickered with light, as if he already had a clue.

Not far away, Chen Jingxuan was still brewing.

Chu Yun opened his eyes as his fingers lit up with light.

Seeing Chu Yun's actions, Chen Jingxuan did not really care.

What good poem could he come up with in such a short period of time?

A truly good poem definitely would not be so hasty.

Seeing Chu Yun like this, a hint of surprise flashed past Tang Zixian's eyes.

Chu Yun, is he going to hit it big again?

The poem that he had given to her was truly marvelous. Whenever she thought of it, her face would still blush and her heart would palpitate.

The clouds want clothes and flowers, the spring breeze caresses the threshold and shines.

If they did not meet in a group of Yushan, they would have met in the Moon of Yao Tai.

How could there be such a beautiful poem in this world?

Chu Yun did not care about what the others thought, his finger pointing to the sky, at the same time he muttered:

"Giving to Fang Yao Jia"

Chu Yun was completely immersed in the Ninth Princess's zither music and singing, his fingers swiped across the air, as four powerful words appeared.

His voice, supported by the spirit energy, accurately resounded in everyone's ears.

"I have thought too much about harming my Brahma."

Everyone was shocked and recovered from their infatuation. They looked around, and in the end, their gazes landed on Chu Yun's body.

This kid, writing poetry at will, he had to recite it at all costs.

Startled us.

He had not messed up any of his mental states.

Damn it, damn it.

Even Chen Jingxuan was frowning slightly.

Was he using an external trick?

It can disrupt your own heart and make you unable to compose poetry in peace.

Chu Yun stood there, not caring about anything else at all, completely immersed in his work.

He turned over the embroidery in his chest and wrote "Dragon Snake".

Hearing that Chu Yun had started to compose a poem, the Ninth Princess's heart trembled, and immediately coordinated with Chu Yun. The sound of the zither suddenly changed again, as if it was filled with resentment, as if it was crying.

Chu Yun was immersed in it, and had completely entered the Realm of Self-Actualization.

Zhang Xuan recited the words as the tip of the brush fell.

"I'm afraid to say goodbye to Qingcheng."

The second sentence was also written.

Amongst the numerous cultivators, there were some prodigies who truly understood poetry. Upon hearing this, their eyes narrowed.

[How... How could it be so wonderful?]

He had once thought about hurting his Brahma, and was afraid to part with Qingcheng when he entered the mountain.

Just the first half of a poem was able to fully express the emotions in his heart.

The meaning behind his words was — —

If he were to be moved, then he would lose Tathagata and the Buddhist magic.

If not, then let her down, let down hazy love.

With just a few sentences, he pointed out the worry and helplessness within his heart, completely becoming one with the song and completely being unable to differentiate one from the other.

Hearing it together, it actually sounded even more wonderful.

Ninth Princess's heart was thrown into chaos, she almost made a mistake, but she quickly controlled her movements, the zither music started to end, it was just like a soft and gentle thread, continuing on and on.

West Tianfu Mountain, the Bodhisattva that came.

After he heard Chu Yun's poems, he suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had felt something.

That buddhist heart that had been silent for a thousand years actually began to waver.

In order to pursue the pinnacle of the Buddhist arts, he had cut off his emotions and desires and failed that beauty.

A thousand years had passed, and Bodhisattva Yanbian had thought that he would never be able to remember that day in his entire life. However, these two lines by Chu Yun caused his emotions to retrace and sink deep into his heart, unable to extricate himself.

It was as if he had returned to that rainy night a thousand years ago when he had made his decision.

He had failed his beloved and failed her in exchange for training in buddhist arts and his current status as a Bodhisattva.

Even if she begged and cried and said that she would not delay him, it would still be useless.

Two streams of clear tears flowed out of Bodhisattva Yanbian's eyes, and his eyes even flashed with pain.

At that time, why was he so cold-hearted?

Why was he so indifferent to the pleas of a beautiful woman?

A thousand years had passed, and whenever he thought about it, he would firmly declare that he did not regret it.

However, was he really not regretting it?

Really, don't you regret it?

"Master, what happened to you?"

Seeing Bodhisattva Yanbian's face filled with tears, the young monk was shocked and at a loss for what to do.

His Master had always been calm and collected, never changing even when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him. Who would have thought that it would suddenly collapse like this?

Bodhisattva Yanbian's body trembled slightly. He closed his eyes, and a bitter smile appeared on his face. His tears were still flowing down his face like beads with a broken string.

His emotions surged out endlessly.

Resonance.

From Chu Yun's first two verses, he found a resonance.

It could be said that it was these two lines of poetry that awakened the memories that he had sealed away for many years.

It also made him doubt his choice to persevere with the Buddhist heart.

"The world is blessed with two complete arts."

Chu Yun wrote another sentence.

Upon hearing those words, the minds of countless cultivators jolted. They felt as though their hearts were being grasped by a giant hand and they found it hard to breathe.

That's right, where can one find a perfect plan in this world?

"It doesn't matter if it's Tathagata or Qing Qing!"

As Chu Yun's voice fell, he stopped his last line. The zither music and singing also stopped abruptly.

It was a perfect chime!

"The world is blessed with two complete dharmas. One does not disappoint the Tathagata, nor do you disrespect the Tathagata."

"Jia Yin, if you can go back to a thousand years ago, I will still be vulgar and follow you."

"If I can rush over, I won't miss you."

A smile appeared on the face of Bodhisattva Yanbian as he looked up into the sky and murmured to himself.

As the sound of his voice faded, the golden light behind him dimmed. This meant that his Buddhist heart was being tested.

This meant that this was the first time an inner demon appeared on his path to becoming a Buddha.

However, he didn't regret it.

It was not Chu Yun's fault. He could only blame himself for making the initial decision.

The current him could seriously say that he had chosen the wrong person!

When the young monk beside him heard this, he was so scared that his heart almost stopped.

Of all the Bodhisattvas, Bodhisattva Yanbian could be considered the youngest. Therefore, his future was bright, and his future was limitless.

Who would have thought that he would say such a thing?

The young monk could not understand, nor could he understand.

After all, he had never encountered such a choice before. He did not look at the problem from the perspective of someone who had experienced the past, nor did he hear any resonance from Chu Yun's poem.2

Withdrawing his hand, Chu Yun gasped for breath as sweat recklessly dripped down his body.

He was overjoyed. All sorts of emotions were expressed, and all the pores on his body were about to open up.

Combined with this scene, he shared all the emotions he had heard from the songs of the Ninth Princess.

So the name of this poem was "Giving it to Fang Yao Jia".

In the sky, there was a poem with flamboyant calligraphy, outlining the endless charm.

"Giving to Fang Yao Jia"

He had once thought about hurting his Brahma, and was afraid to part with Qingcheng when he entered the mountain.

The world is blessed with two complete dharmas, not to be disgraced by Tathagata nor by Qing.

When this poem was completely revealed to the crowd, they would have the feeling that seeing such a wonderful poem was not important anymore.

Ninth Princess stared blankly at the poems in the sky, reciting them over and over, the emotions in her heart were like a flood that was unceasingly brewing.

"This is a poem Chu Yun wrote for me. Does he have feelings for me as well?"

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