Chapter 60: The Mighty Sound of the Guqin

  Su Mo heard such a good-sounding male voice for the first time, with a lazy tone and some casualness, and some coolness in the casualness.

  Just hearing this person's voice is like listening to the guqin playing out the rhythm of high mountains and flowing water, with a charming melody that flows freely.

  It's just the sound of a man speaking, but it's already a lingering sound that lasts for three days without stopping, and those who hear it are already greatly enjoying themselves.

  Su Mo furrowed her brow, this perfect and pleasant voice, she had never heard it in her past life.

  However, this person is no ordinary person, and it seems that there are many hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the world.

  At this moment, Su Mo suddenly heard the boy's divine voice transmission, and his voice was still cold and proud: "Woman, I seem to have heard a shameless scoundrel's voice. That bastard can recognize me even if he becomes ashes, let alone his voice. You shouldn't be enchanted by his deadly voice, should you?"

  Shameless vagabond? Su Mo heard this evaluation and was slightly surprised, then hooked the corner of his mouth, rarely hearing the young man's angry tone.

  Su Mo narrowed his eyes and spoke in a leisurely and elegant tone, "The guy you're talking about, is he that bastard who can't walk on the road when he sees that woman?"

  The young man sneered: "That's right, it's him. This man is a prodigy in both charm and illusion, so he's always soul-stirring and heart-wrenching."

  "But I think his voice is natural and effortless, with a unique charm." Su Mo gazed at him with her dark, shining eyes, unwavering.

  "Girl, you really are ignorant. That's him having reached the highest level of charm, don't you understand?" The youth couldn't help but grit his teeth.

  Su Mo's face was expressionless, and he slightly raised an eyebrow as he asked, "Unexpectedly... it seems that there are indeed people in this world who can intimidate you?"

  "Hmph, woman. This young master has never feared anyone, but this person...". The youth suddenly paused and said in a serious tone: "Woman, if you have to deal with him in the future, remember to be cautious. He's not as easy to talk to as I am, especially when it comes to matters of pure yin. Although he doesn't have my exceptional divine sense, you still need to keep things hidden from him. That man is always motivated by self-interest and only does things for his own benefit. One moment he's your friend, the next he'll become an enemy."

  "It's beneficial this way; it's always easier to get along with a genuine little person than a fake gentleman." Su Mo smiled lightly.

  "Not so, not so. This person is neither a petty man nor a gentleman." The young man's eyes were filled with disdain.

  "What's that?" Su Mo asked somewhat absent-mindedly.

  "He doesn't like to follow common rules when doing things, making it difficult for people to guess what he's thinking. He's unpredictable and does things as he pleases. In short, be careful if you encounter him in the future."

  Su Mo merely uttered a soft "oh" and had already lost interest. After all, this person wasn't very close to her, she was just slightly interested in him.

  On the other hand, Xia Feng heard the voice coming from the transmission bird and couldn't help but smile: "Flower Master, since you're not far away and in a bad mood, why don't you come over for a cup of tea?"

  Finished speaking, he patted the bird's head and set it free.

  Time for half a cup of tea, the birds flew back with a "fluttering" sound. The man's voice was still as melodious as a zither string, and he said leisurely: "Drinking tea? I'm afraid it's not your intention to get drunk, but I know that Golden Jade Hall is now competing with Hundred Flowers Hall in a big gamble. It's said that the other side has sixteen beautiful musician girls who can perform the 'Rainbow Dress and Feathered Clothes Dance'. So you want me to help you play the zither, don't you?"

  The young man secretly transmitted a message saying: "This person is very well-informed, no matter what happens, it's impossible to hide anything from him."

  The man calmly said: "However, I'm in a bad mood now, and I don't even have the mood to drink tea!"

  The young man sneered coldly, "Bad mood? He wants to take the opportunity to make demands, proving that there's no such thing as a free lunch in this world."

  The man's voice continued: "Besides, I am not a musician and even more so, I don't like to play the zither in front of a large crowd."

  The young man snorted and said disdainfully, "This is just a self-promotion to get benefits. With benefits and gains, he can do anything."

  Xia Feng smiled and immediately patted the bird's head, saying: "Don't worry, young master. My family's Dye Young Master will definitely spend a lot of money to find you to play the zither."

  After a while, the birds flew back again. The man's voice was gentle and lazy, like a spring breeze on one's face, extremely elegant. "A large sum of money? My zither skills are not something to be bought with money, you're insulting my zither skills."

  The young man transmitted his voice again with his divine sense: "Is he preparing to haggle? Money is indeed a mundane thing for him."

  But then the man's voice stopped, and the messenger bird's eyes were still shining brightly. Inside, however, was a melodious and pleasant piano sound, as if to show everyone that his piano sound was exceptionally beautiful and not something that could be tainted by ordinary objects.

  The melody is gentle and lingering, like a spring breeze for ten miles. The solitary wild goose flies with the sunset, and the long pavilion's green water is also gentle. Warm sunshine fills the spring atmosphere.

  Before everyone's eyes appeared a series of ink paintings, serene and beautiful, but suddenly the melody changed, turning into a desolate ancient tune.

  The painting scroll once again turned into a gray tone, withered wisteria and old trees, western wind ancient road, outside the pass cold and desolate, vast desert solitary smoke.

  A thin horse passes by on the Gobi Desert, a long river sets with the sun, a thousand miles of solitary graves, desolate wild tombs, everywhere is bleak and desolate.

  Again the sound of clanging metal, transformed into a symphony of gold and stone, a thousand cavalrymen arrived, their horses' hooves pounding, gunpowder smoke filling the air.

  At this moment, the young man's warning voice immediately rang out, "Woman, be careful, retreat."

  At the same time, Su Mo narrowed his eyes and leaped ten zhang away.

  But the transmission bird's surroundings were flashing with light, surrounding the Golden Jade Hall in a flurry of movement. The sound waves hacked at the trees, sending wood chips flying everywhere, and the cold air was filled with an eerie silence. The sound waves also struck the water, causing the surface to erupt, and the fish jumped out of the water, their bellies exposed, motionless and silent. The melody continued, evoking a sense of golden armor and iron horses, attacking aimlessly.

  Yu Ran immediately waved his long sleeve and took out a brush to draw talismans, countering the white light.

  The transmission bird quickly continued to emit various melodies, one sound more stirring than the last. Wen Renyi displayed countless sword intents, only barely suppressing them.

  Xia Feng had already rolled several times and drilled under the table, this round of attack was really unstoppable.

  "The formation of sound attack." Su Mo's lips lightly opened.

  "Not bad, using musical notes as a weapon." The young man couldn't help but mutter to himself, "That person's notes can kill people without leaving a trace."

  The man played a six-section melody, like the Milky Way waterfall rushing down, like the whirlpool of rivers turning hundreds of times, the waves washing away the sand, flowing endlessly. The melody was one sound longer than the other, one sound more sonorous than the other. Wen Renyao's brush strokes were slightly slower, but his range was extremely wide. People saw him flashing sword lights continuously, drawing countless sword flowers. His sword intent collided with the piano sound, and only then did no casualties occur. However, the rhythm didn't have any direction at all, making it impossible to grasp where the next attack would come from. Wen Renyao always protected Su Mo's position, his eyes stern.

  After a while, the surroundings finally calmed down. Fortunately, Yu Ran and Wen Ren Yi were both here, but neither of their faces was calm.

  The young man said coldly: "What a sudden attack, this guy actually made such a scene, it can be seen that his mood is very bad."

  Su Mo smiled and said: "Didn't you just say he wanted to haggle but couldn't?"

  The young man's tone was slightly awkward: "He seems okay on the surface, but only those who know him well understand his temperament. And he can use messenger birds to launch this kind of attack, while we can't even see his people, and after doing something bad, we can't find anyone, so I hate him the most."

  On the other hand, Yu Ran patted the bird's head, "Where are you from? How do you account for what just happened?"

  The bird flew back again, and Yu Ran was already prepared, having set up a ban around the area. However, the man didn't seem to mind at all, and said carelessly: "This young master is just in the Summer House not far from here, this young master's magical artifact is broken, and now he's looking for someone from the Summer House to repair it. Unfortunately... they can't fix it, and your Right Protector is also a member of the Summer House, so that's why this young master was rude to him."

  Xia Feng couldn't help but wipe away the sweat on his forehead, secretly thinking that he was innocent, wasn't he?

  Besides, Xia's family was not close to him, this is indeed a disaster out of nowhere.

  Su Mo couldn't help but ponder for a moment, and then transmitted his voice: "Refining a magic tool is indeed very difficult, but repairing a magic tool is even more difficult. Moreover, the price of repairing a magic tool is absolutely not lower than buying a brand new one. Unless it's something he treasures deeply, he wouldn't easily go to repair it. From this, we can see that his mood is definitely not great."

  The young man's cold laughter immediately came, and he sneered: "Very good, it turns out that he has today too."

  Unfortunately, the man did not know that the young man was being sarcastic and lazily said through the messenger bird: "However, let this young master play the zither, it's only possible when I'm in a good mood. If you have enough sincerity, why don't you come over and find me yourself? Next time, this young master won't respond, and at that time, this messenger bird will belong to this young master."

  Upon hearing this, Xiaofeng patted the bird's head, took a deep breath, and leaped into the air, chasing after the bird.

  Half a time later, Xia Feng finally brought the transmission bird back, but with a disappointed look, sighing: "Ran Gongzi, unfortunately I couldn't find this person. However, Hua Gongzi left a note saying that he will definitely come to support us, but requires our Jinyu Hall to prepare 10,000 taels of deposit."

  Yu Ran raised an eyebrow, "Ten thousand taels of white silver?"

  "Not silver, but gold."

  Su Mo couldn't help but purse her lips, thinking to herself that she had worked so hard and spent a lot of effort just to earn some silver for her family, while this person opened his mouth and offered 10,000 taels of gold, it's really infuriating!