Chapter 8 Midnight Melody of the Guqin

  The curved moon hangs high in the sky, and the hazy moonlight shines over the entire land.

  This is the backyard of the villa, with shadows of flowers, grass and trees reflected on the lawn.

  Treading on the shadows of flowers, grass and trees, treading on the soft lawn, a lone feather floats slowly in the garden.

  Ling Luo Yu believed that under current circumstances, Mu Yi and others would definitely work together with him.

  Just then, Ling Luoyu suddenly stopped in her tracks.

  Because Ling Luo Yu faintly heard a elegant zither sound that directly entered her ears, the zither sound was elegant and pleasant to hear, its source far away but flowing endlessly, straight into her heart.

  Sorrow and resentment, unwillingness...

  The soft sound of the zither made Ling Luoyu feel as if his emotions were jumping along with the gentle hum of the music.

  "At this time, who is still playing the zither?" Ling Luo Yu sighed softly.

  Along the direction of the drifting piano sound, Ling Luo Yu walked slowly.

  The backyard of Jieyin Mountain Villa was not big, and as Ling Luoyu moved slowly, the sound of the guqin also became clearer.

  Through a small grove of trees, behind which is a flower bed.

  August is the time when chrysanthemums are in full bloom, and among these flowers, chrysanthemums are the most numerous. Under the hazy moonlight, one can vaguely see the five-colored chrysanthemums competing to bloom.

  Under the shelter of a cluster of chrysanthemums, there is an exquisite and delicate pavilion. In front of the pavilion, not far away, a white figure is embracing an ancient and fragrant zither, gently stroking it. As the white figure's fingers quickly fall, waves of pleasant zither sounds rapidly disperse in all directions.

  Just a short distance from that white figure, behind a cluster of golden chrysanthemums, Ling Luofei came to a stop.

  As for playing the guqin, Ling Luoyu is also proficient in it, and his skills in playing the guqin are extraordinary.

  Although so, but compared with the piano sound of the person in front of him, Ling Luo Yu didn't think that his own piano skills were superior to the person in front of him.

  Where at the sky's end can I find someone who understands me?

  Perhaps, for that person who played the zither, Ling Luoyu was that kindred spirit!

  When playing the zither, it is taboo to be disturbed by external things. Ling Lu knew this, so he stopped and had no choice but to stop. Because Ling Lu was afraid of disturbing the person playing the zither, he feared that because of his suddenness, he would never hear such a wonderful sound again.

  This sound should only exist in heaven, how many times can it be heard in the mortal world? At this moment, Ling's eyelids gently closed, he was completely intoxicated by the piano sound.

  Childhood happiness, parents' doting, the severe pain of a nine Yang pulse attack... Everything flashed before Ling Luo's eyes with the unceasing movement of the musical notes.

  The sound of the guqin suddenly disappeared, and Ling Luo's eyes slowly opened. The flower bed was still the same, and the pavilion was still the same, but unfortunately, the person who played the guqin had vanished without a trace.

  Ling Luo Yu looked at the closed gate of the forbidden pavilion, hesitated for half a day, and finally gave up the idea of visiting.

  If it were daytime now, Ling Luoye would definitely pay a visit, but unfortunately there is no red sun now, only a crescent moon.

  Back in her own room, Ling Luoyu couldn't fall asleep for a long time, her mind filled with the white figure and the ethereal piano sound.

  What did the person who played the zither look like? Ling Luofei didn't know, and she even didn't know whether that person was a man or a woman.

  Although the distance between him and the person playing the zither was not very far, Ling Luoye didn't have any martial arts skills at all, and his eyesight was no different from that of ordinary people. Under the hazy moonlight, all Ling Luoye could see was a figure, a white figure.

  I don't know if the person who played the piano will play every night. Should I go visit that person tomorrow during the day...

  Lying in bed, thoughts swirling endlessly in my mind, my eyelids slowly becoming heavy...

  "Bang...... Bang...... Bang...... Ling Gongzi......"

  It was Mu Yi's voice, and Ling Luo jumped up from the bed in one movement.

  Looking at the dazzling sunlight that had shone through the gap in the window frame into the room, where white shadows were everywhere, Ling Luo hurriedly put on her long shirt, slightly tidied up her disheveled hair, and opened the door.

  Outside the room, Chen Kong, Mu Yi, Han Xiao and Qin Ling'er were already waiting at the door. Seeing the door open, the four of them walked into the room in big strides and each found a chair to sit down.

  Looking at Ling Luoyu's sleepy eyes, Qin Ling'er smiled and said: "Ling Gongzi, it's already three poles up in the sun, how come you're still not sleeping well? This is not the Ling Gongzi I know!"

  Ling Yu's expression faltered for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure and said slowly, "I'm sorry everyone had to wait so long last night. I was delayed by some things. Let me apologize to you all."

  Mo Yi swept a glance at Ling Luoyu and said calmly, "I believe our intentions are clear without needing further explanation. With your intelligence, Young Master Ling should have already guessed, shouldn't you?"

  Ling Luo's feathers lightly nodded, and he said: "You all came to find me so early today, I believe everyone should have considered what I told you all last night, right?"

  Han Xiang nodded and said coldly, "Not bad. Since we've already entered this Lingyun Mountain Villa, as Young Master Ling said, we have no way to retreat. We can only work together to find a glimmer of hope!"

  Ling Luo's feathers fluttered lightly as she smiled and said, "That's good, I also believe that you are all sensible people!"

  Qin Ling'er looked at Ling Luoyu, wanting to speak but hesitating.

  However, Qin Ling'er's expression fell into Ling Luoyu's eyes. Ling Luoyu smiled slightly and said: "Qin family sister, if you have anything to say, just speak directly. Since everyone has already decided to cooperate, I will definitely keep no secrets!"

  Qin Ling'er straightened her back and said, "Since Young Master Ling has spoken, I'll be straightforward too! I have something I don't understand - are there really immortals in this world? Does Young Master Ling know how formidable the so-called Great Divine Transcendents of Jieyin Mountain Villa are? Are they immortals?"

  Ling Luo thought for a moment and said slowly: "Whether they are gods or not, Ling Luo is not clear. However, it is said that the great masters of this Jiexiu Mountain Villa can fly in the sky and escape on land, summoning wind and rain at will, but all of this was seen in an ancient book, and Ling Luo has not seen it before, so whether it's true or not, Ling Luo is also not very clear!"

  Upon hearing this, Mu's eyebrows furrowed and he took a cold breath in, saying: "Summoning the wind and rain? Flying through the skies and escaping through the earth? Are you certain? How many layers of assurance?"

  Ling Luo's feathers lightly nodded, saying: "Not bad, according to that book, it is indeed so, even if I guessed at least eight layers of certainty are true!"

  "Someone's coming!" Just then, Chen Kong, who had been silent all along, suddenly let out a low shout.

  "Bang......bang......bang......" The sound of knocking on the door started.

  Ling Luo Yu walked forward and opened the door. The door opened, and two men in green robes with cold expressions stood outside.

  Her eyebrows drooped slightly as she smiled faintly and asked, "Do you two have something on your minds?"

  The man in the green robe at the left front said coldly, "That's right. Tonight, our general will host a dinner for you all. I hope you can arrive on time! I'll come to invite you again at dusk." After finishing speaking, those two men in green robes suddenly turned around, bent their legs and bowed their waists, shooting out like arrows. Their postures were like arrows shot out, and their speed was as fast as arrows.

  "It's only July 22nd today, and there are still over ten days until August 8th, why do you want to welcome us?" Upon hearing this, Mu Yi was slightly taken aback.

  Ling Luo shook her head and said: "I'm not sure about this either, maybe we'll have an answer tonight!"