Chapter 113: Speaking Without Thinking
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At the mountain peak, the six major sect elders breathed a slight sigh of relief seeing the calmed dark clouds. Suddenly, an elder called out: “Come look quickly, they’re moving!”
The elders gathered together and saw that on the six Divine Sense Compasses, except for those scattered light points, all the others clustered together had started moving, seemingly all walking in the same direction. The elders watched calmly, but after some time, the light points stopped moving again.
What was going on? The elders found it strange. They were also people who had experienced trials in the Demon Ghost Domain and knew that those scattered light points were probably experienced people who had already gone into hiding. But what was the situation with so many people concentrated together? They had never seen this before.
“Could it be that the Ghost General captured them all?” Qiu Wuyuan wondered doubtfully. Everyone fell silent, all having this suspicion, their hearts heavy. Logically, when such a situation occurred, these elders should take action to rescue them. But could they rescue anyone from the Ghost General’s hands? Not only did he have late Ghost King cultivation, but who knew how many Ghost King-level subordinates he had? If they went with their Tribulation Crossing stage cultivation, they would probably never return.
“Eh!” An elder from Floating Immortal Island pointed at a moving light point on the Divine Sense Compass in front of them, and everyone gathered to look. Elder Quan and Elder Sun exchanged glances – they were very familiar with this divine sense light point. It was exactly Yue Qianchou’s. When everyone else wasn’t moving, what was this kid doing moving around by himself?
Yue Qianchou closed his eyes to briefly prepare, then opened them and smiled slightly at the beauty across from him. His ten fingers began dancing on the qin strings, and a prelude flowed like clouds and water – a melody no one had ever heard before. The serving woman’s eyes lit up as she listened attentively. Since the Ghost General could compose pipa pieces, he naturally understood these things too, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes as he looked at Yue Qianchou.
The three female disciples from Ten Thousand Fragrance Garden who knew Yue Qianchou had never known he could play the qin. They only knew he had a good relationship with the managing elder and often came to Ten Thousand Fragrance Garden to freeload food and drink. Everyone gradually became immersed in the qin music.
Yue Qianchou suddenly began to sing. His voice wasn’t perfect, his singing style slightly hoarse, but the charm was leisurely: “Can’t finish telling of the world’s luxurious attachments, can’t complete the grievances of the mortal realm. Generation after generation, it’s all fate – flowing with the same blood, drinking the same water, this road is long and distant. Red flowers naturally match green leaves – who will accompany me in this lifetime? Vast and boundless, coming and going, past scenes resurface again. Though the lotus root is broken, the silk threads still connect. Sighing softly at the world’s many changes…”
The line “Red flowers naturally match green leaves – who will accompany me in this lifetime?” moved both the Ghost General and the serving woman. Unable to control their emotions, their four eyes became entangled, and tenderness appeared. The female disciples below the command platform looked dazed, their eyes showing gentle radiance with hints of spring feelings. The generals and male disciples only felt the tune was pleasant and the lyrics even more meaningful with vicissitudes, all deeply absorbed.
Suddenly the qin music became more passionate, and Yue Qianchou stared directly at the Ghost General as he sang: “Love the country but love beauty more – which hero would willingly be lonely? Good sons, full of courage, ambitious heroic spirit famous throughout the four seas. Life is short, just a few autumns! Won’t stop until drunk! To the east, my beauty! To the west, the Yellow River flows! Come, come have some wine! Won’t stop until drunk! Don’t put worries and troubles in your heart…”
As soon as the second half was sung, the Ghost General’s gaze moved from the serving woman and suddenly fixed on Yue Qianchou. The muscles on his face kept moving, appearing extremely excited. The men below the platform were all infected by the masculine heroic spirit and carefree nature expressed in the lyrics. All the generals’ chests were heaving, their eyes glowing red. Having military backgrounds and having fought battles across the land with blood staining the battlefield, they could better appreciate the passion in that line: “Good sons, full of courage, ambitious heroic spirit famous throughout the four seas.”
The generals and soldiers gritted their teeth, trembling all over. Though dead, the past was long gone, but these feelings could be remembered. It wasn’t in vain to sacrifice this body and die in battle – if souls don’t return, if you don’t believe it, today there’s a song as proof… Good sons, full of courage, ambitious heroic spirit famous throughout the four seas.
Yue Qianchou repeatedly played and sang. In the end, infected by the group’s emotions, he unconsciously channeled his true essence. The qin became louder, the song more magnificent, rolling out in all directions. After several repetitions, his fingers produced a harmonic sound, the song ended, and echoes lingered for a long time.
It wasn’t until Yue Qianchou sat for a while and stood up with his hands at his sides that everyone realized the performance had ended. A general below the platform suddenly heavily swung his fist and pounded his chest, raising his fist high and shouting: “Great General!”
In an instant, it spread to the surroundings. Except for the disciples from various sects, everyone raised their fists and continuously shouted: “Great General… Great General…” Emotions boiled, voices shook the wilderness, and overwhelming malevolent energy emanated from everyone, gathering and swirling in mid-air. The disciples from various sects were dumbfounded.
The Ghost General faced everyone, trying hard to calm the heaving in his chest. He raised both palms and pressed down forcefully before the soldiers finally quieted down. He turned around again, looked at Yue Qianchou, and gritted his teeth to force out two words: “Good song!”
Yue Qianchou cupped his hands and smiled: “The Great General is too kind. I wonder how the morale restoration went for the Great General? Is the Great General satisfied?”
“Haha…” The Ghost General looked up and laughed heartily, then suddenly waved his hand: “Such a good song – does it have a name?”
Yue Qianchou decided to flatter him completely, smiling: “This song was just composed and doesn’t have a name yet. Since the Great General wants it, I’ll give it a name and present it to the Great General.” He looked around, his gaze falling on a huge flagpole below. His hand seals moved, three cold lights shot out, and after a dazzling display of carving on the flagpole, he closed his fingers into a fist, and the three cold lights quickly returned.
Everyone followed the Ghost General’s focused gaze and saw several large characters had appeared on the flagpole. The Ghost General repeatedly read: “Love the country but love beauty more, love the country but love beauty more…” Then he laughed again: “What a ‘Love the country but love beauty more!’ Master Yue is truly a talent of the ages!”
Yue Qianchou was about to say a few modest words when he saw the Ghost General gesture below. Suddenly all the soldiers below shouted: “Master Yue is truly a great talent! Master Yue is truly a great talent!” They shouted twice before the Ghost General waved his hand to stop them.
“Cough cough…” Yue Qianchou made a fist and pretended to cough twice, his face actually turning red – a rare sight.
The Ghost General pulled over the serving woman beside him, took her hand and said tenderly: “Red flowers naturally match green leaves – who will accompany me in this lifetime? To the east, my beauty! To the west… eh!” He suddenly turned his head and asked: “Master Yue, in the song you sang about ‘to the west, the Yellow River flows’ – where is this so-called Yellow River? I’ve also traveled far and wide, but how come I’ve never heard of it? Please enlighten me, Master.”
“Cough cough…” Yue Qianchou coughed again. ‘Damn! I sang without thinking and forgot to change the lyrics. How did I bring the Yellow River from my previous life here? Now where am I supposed to find a Yellow River? So this is how the idiom “speaking without thinking” came about – damn!’
But such a question didn’t seem to stump him – he could naturally give an answer that would get him through. Yue Qianchou’s expression suddenly became serious: “Although the mortal realm has bright skies and clear earth, the world is declining and people’s hearts are not what they used to be. I don’t know which river I could describe as clear. Since I find them all turbid and filthy, what’s wrong with me calling it the Yellow River?”
