GBP Chapter 149 The Flute Stirs Old Hearts
Chapter 149 The Flute Stirs Old Hearts
"Grand Ancestor, is there anything else you wish to instruct us on?"
Yu Zhihua scanned the suspicious places, concealing her horror, and asked in a deep voice.
"It's nothing! I'm sorry to have troubled you. Go back and get some rest. We have important things to do tomorrow!"
Yu Lishuang smiled faintly and waved to the women.
The goddesses all had different expressions and turned to leave.
"Jade Heart Lotus!"
Yu Lishuang suddenly spoke up, catching the bewildered Yu Xinlian.
"Lend me your flute for a moment."
With a pure and innocent expression, Yu Lishuang looked at Yu Xinlian and extended her hand.
Yu Xinlian was extremely surprised and couldn't help but glance at Luo Sifan hesitantly.
His face was stiff, and he tried to appear natural.
"The Ancestor only asked you to offer a flute, Sect Master, what's there to hesitate about?"
Yu Yaoxiang interrupted and insulted people, not letting go of any opportunity.
Yu Lishuang glanced at her and gave her a slight approval.
Yu Xinlian could not refuse, so she stepped forward, slowly took the jade flute in her hands, and bowed to present it.
Yu Lishuang gave him a wink, and Luo Sifan had no choice but to reach out and take the jade flute.
"I had no idea! My lord, your flute playing is so captivating! Come, come with me there, play it for me!"
Having obtained the jade flute, Yu Lishuang grabbed Luo Sifan and turned to leave, ruthlessly abandoning Yu Xinlian behind.
Yu Xinlian stood up and watched as the two of them ignored the "forbidden" sign and went straight into the plank road on Gunxue Cliff. Her face turned pale with anger.
The women were completely baffled. They glanced at their sect leader, who was standing there in a daze, and then they all vanished.
"Are you bored? The Yaotai Sect is in complete chaos!"
Luo Sifan was enthusiastically pushed onto the cloud-sea stone platform by Yu Lishuang, and complained helplessly.
"What's it to me!"
Yu Lishuang was full of confidence and kept urging Luo Sifan:
"Stand still, and play a good tune for me, just like before!"
"The first one? 'Moonlight over Snow'!"
Yu Lishuang's words had a hidden meaning, which startled Luo Sifan, almost causing him to drop his jade flute into the abyss.
Startled, Luo Sifan stared at Yu Lishuang, whose smile held a profound meaning. His grip tightened, and he refused.
"I don't have the strength, I can't blow it!"
Yu Lishuang had anticipated this, and by manipulating the lotus treasure, a stream of light, like the moonlight pouring down, flowed into Luo Sifan's body.
In an instant, Luo Sifan shone brightly, his vital energy fully restored, and he felt extremely refreshed.
Luo Sifan's soul was illuminated like a candle, casting a warm moonlight into the cave.
Looking at Yu Lishuang, who was completely mesmerized, Luo Sifan couldn't bring himself to ask any of his questions, lest he spoil the beautiful scene that Yu Lishuang had painstakingly created.
He touched the flute to his lips, a gentle feeling welling up in his heart. Luo Sifan completely forgot that Yu Xinlian might still be behind him.
A warm, long note, like the moon rising through the clouds, shines forth, lingering and dancing.
Yu Xinlian stood there blankly, her heart aching. The familiar yet strange sound of the flute, which she hadn't heard for over two hundred years, completely threw her into disarray.
"It's you! It's you! It's definitely you!!"
Yu Xinlian took several steps back in alarm before she could steady herself, which was about to collapse. She muttered to herself, feeling a mixture of surprise, anger, shame, and joy.
Scene after scene, vividly accompanied by the flute music of her past memories, poured into her dazed eyes.
"No! No!"
Yu Xinlian's anger gradually rose, as if she had noticed the subtle differences between the two versions of the song.
His fists were clenched so tightly that traces of crimson blood had seeped from his fingertips.
"Luo Sifan, you shameless woman! It's one thing to toy with me, but to fawn over and flirt with others while treating me like I don't exist?"
Yu Xinlian's silver teeth chattered as she muttered to herself, her eyes filled with a mixture of pain, regret, shame, and jealousy that gradually swayed her senses...
Yu Lishuang's expression shifted slightly, she sighed softly, and reached out to cover Luo Sifan's mouth as he focused on playing the flute.
The Fairy Peak, which was enchanted by love under the moon, suddenly lost its luster.
Luo Sifan moved the flute aside and looked at Yu Lishuang with a puzzled expression.
"What? You don't like it? Then I'll change it to another one."
Yu Lishuang didn't answer, but pressed down on him, and with a swift movement, snatched the jade flute away and confiscated it.
Luo Sifan had no choice but to go along with her wishes, wrapping his arms around her waist and gently lowering his head to her. Below them was a thousand-foot cliff with billowing clouds.
The person in his arms was warm, while the wind outside the cliff was cold. Alternating between these sensations, Luo Sifan gradually lost his senses…
Soft, murmuring sounds filled the air amidst the clouds, snow-covered trees, and moonlit cliffs.
"Jade Frost!"
With a gasp from Luo Sifan, Yu Lishuang chuckled softly. Her white dress, which held two figures, leaped off the cliff, billowing wildly as they plunged into the clouds.
"What kind of game is this now?"
Luo Sifan's complaints drifted from the clouds and mist, then abruptly stopped as someone muffled them.
At the bottom of Gunxue Cliff, ancient trees stood tall and moss covered the ground. When Luo Sifan stepped on it, his foot sank in halfway.
Luo Sifan was already unsteady on his feet and his waist and knees ached. He also had to carry Yu Lishuang, who was unwilling to walk, and stumble along the mountain in this forest where no one had been seen for tens of thousands of years.
Plunging into the sea of clouds, amidst the swirling clouds and torrential rain, Luo Sifan was squeezed countless times, completely losing track of time. By the time he broke through the clouds and landed, the sun was already slanting overhead, at least close to noon the next day.
Despite her immense power, she insisted that Luo Sifan carry her around at the foot of Qunyu Mountain. Luo Sifan couldn't understand it, but he had no choice but to do it.
This fairy knows how to be charming.
And so, she lay with her eyes closed in Luo Sifan's arms, fast asleep, as if she were the one who was exhausted, not Luo Sifan who had driven her like a beast of burden the night before.
Emerging from the jungle, Luo Sifan leaped up among the rocks, ascending a thousand meters before finally seeing the Yaotai Sect's mountain gate, adorned with red and colorful decorations, at the end of the dimly visible mountain path.
In front of the mountain gate is a huge white rock, about a hundred feet in circumference, shaped like a tortoise shell, with more than a hundred figures scattered around.
Perhaps they are guests who have come today to celebrate the wedding of the ancestor of the Yaotai Clan?
Luo Sifan thought to himself, then leaped onto the white boulder.
Dozens of people immediately turned their heads and noticed Luo Sifan and Yu Lishuang, who were acting somewhat cloyingly and tantalizingly.
As Luo Sifan and his companion approached, more and more people on the stone platform began to watch them, staring at them without restraint. Their eyes held a range of emotions, from envy and disdain to gloom, surprise, annoyance, and resentment. Most of them made no attempt to hide their feelings, whispering and gossiping among themselves.
In their eyes, Luo Sifan was merely a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and Yu Lishuang was even less aura-filled, so they treated her as a nobody who could be manipulated at will.
Unfortunately, one of them was exceptionally handsome, and the other was stunningly beautiful. The people who came to the stone platform were all extraordinary individuals, and naturally, they had no intention of hiding their desires or feelings of likes and dislikes in front of Luo Sifan and the other person.
Luo Sifan didn't even glance to the side, and actually walked straight through the crowd, heading towards the Yaotai Sect's mountain gate.
If one's level of understanding is not high, then one's posture and behavior would be too ostentatious in this context.
Ninety percent of the guests waiting on the stone beds frowned in unison, feeling that Luo Sifan was too arrogant because of his good looks. They wondered which of the three great families he was from.
It provoked public outrage. These were elite disciples sent by the most powerful and influential families in the surrounding Three Kingdoms period. There were bound to be many who dared to stand up and vent their anger.
A tall, fair-skinned young man in fine clothes, with a fur cloak draped over his shoulders, stepped out from the crowd and casually blocked Luo Sifan's path.
He held a nine-section green jade bamboo pole in his hand, lightly flicked it up, and placed it horizontally in front of Luo Sifan.
Luo Sifan frowned slightly, stopped, and glanced indifferently at the elegantly dressed young man blocking her way.