"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Confucian skill 'Saint Level Guqin Skill'!!”
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Confucian skill 'Sacred Level Chess Technique'!!”
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Confucian skill 'Saint Level Calligraphy!!”
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Confucian skill 'Saint Level Painting'!!”
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Confucian skill 'Sacred Level Song Skill'!!”
As the system's mechanical voice rang out, Bu Feifan's mind was filled with knowledge about music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and singing.
This knowledge seemed to have been deeply imprinted in the depths of his soul. Bu Feifan felt as if he had been immersed in the arts of zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, and singing for countless years. The relevant knowledge and operations seemed to be easily grasped by him.
For a moment, Bu Feifan's heart was itching. He wanted to test these skills.
However, after looking around the room, Bu Feifan couldn't find any tools suitable for him to test out his zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting skills. Thus, he could only focus on his singing skills.
After all, singing only required a voice and no other props were needed.
"Cough cough…"
Bu Feifan cleared his throat and started singing softly.
"The sound of prosperity has entered the empty door and destroyed the world…"
A low and gentle voice sounded softly, revealing the sadness of desolation after prosperity.
" That powerful?!"
Bu Feifan's eyes lit up when he heard the first line.
This song was called " The Smoke and Fire Is Cold ". It was one of his favorite songs. He had sung it countless times, but he had never sung it as beautifully as he was now.
In fact, he felt that his singing was many times more pleasant than the original.
For a moment, Bu Feifan couldn't help but feel excited.
Then, he continued to sing the first line.
" Dreams are cold, and I've been through a lifetime of love debts. How many books are there?
If you acquiesce to life and death
Waiting for the growth rings again and again
How many floors of the pagoda were broken, whose soul was broken?
The pain goes straight to the mountain gate where a broken lamp falls
Let me wait for history to turn around
Waiting for the wine to be mellow, waiting for you to play the zither
The rain is heavy, and the grass and trees are deep in the old hometown
I heard that you're always alone
......”
Every word, every sentence, every word, every sound, every sound was heartbreaking.
Accompanied by the low and sorrowful song, the air was slowly filled with a strong sense of helplessness and sorrow.
At the same time, Bu Feifan's mind was immersed in the song as he sang.
In a trance, he felt as if he had arrived in an ancient world where war was raging.
Here, he became a general. In order to go to the front line, he bid farewell to his beloved woman. Before he left, he said to her,"When I return victorious, I will definitely marry you…"
However, the general's country suffered a defeat in the war, and he was seriously injured and ended up in a Jialan Temple.
In the end, due to various reasons, he became a monk and stayed in Jialan Monastery. From then on, he became an ancient Buddha.
However, the general was knocking on the wooden fish every day and night. He looked peaceful and peaceful, but he was thinking about the woman at all times.
His heart had never been calm. It was beating for her every moment.
Finally, after an unknown number of years, the war had subsided and the world was at peace. He could finally go back to look for her.
In front of the mottled city gate, he had made a promise to her that when he returned triumphantly, he would marry her.
Now, the city gate was still there, but she had already disappeared.
He searched the entire city and every place they had been to, but he couldn't find any trace of her.
Later, he heard that there was once a woman who would come to the mottled city gate every day to look into the distance. For more than ten years, she had never stopped.
Once, when a passerby asked her what she was doing, she just smiled and said that she was waiting for her beloved to come back.
Unfortunately, more than ten years had passed, and the woman had not been able to meet the person she was waiting for. In the end, she died of illness in front of the city gate.
Someone was moved by her true feelings, so they collected her corpse and built a nameless grave for her. They buried her on a slope outside the city, just in front of the city gate.
Perhaps, even if she died, she wanted to continue waiting.
This was what the person who built her grave said.
In the end, the general sat in front of her grave for three months. Then, he returned to the Jialan Temple. He never took a step out of the temple again.
......
At the same time.
Outside the bamboo house, not far away.
A bamboo pavilion stood on the clear lotus pond.
At this moment, in the bamboo pavilion.
A handsome young man was sitting on a stone bench, holding a chess piece in his hand. He was playing chess with a beautiful woman in green.
Beside the green-robed woman sat a white-robed woman with a veil over her face.
The young man held the chess piece in his hand and was apparently deep in thought.
At this moment, a deep and sorrowful voice suddenly sounded.
"Listening to the laughter of youth makes many people envious
The history books are so gentle that they refuse to write, but they are too ruthless
The fireworks are easy to be cold, and the people are easy to separate
And you're asking me if I'm still serious
After a thousand years, who is still waiting for the deep love of generations?
How can the history books not be true to the city of Luoyang in the book of Wei?
As if you were crossing the threshold with your previous life
Follow the world of mortals, follow me, wander for a lifetime
......”
The song was low and mellow, filled with helpless sighs and unresigned grief.
It instantly attracted the attention of the three people in the bamboo pavilion.
" Eh?!"
The woman in white turned her head to look in the direction of the bamboo house, and a hint of curiosity flashed through her eyes. She said softly like an oriole," I didn't think that you would have such a great singer here, Chan 'Er.”
"The singer should be a friend of Young Master Liu, right?!”
The green-robed woman smiled lightly and looked at the young man opposite her.
The young man put down the chess piece in his hand and said with a carefree smile," There are only two men in this Huashan Villa, Brother Bu and me. It must be Brother Bu."”
Boom!
Suddenly, white clouds rose in the sky and a huge projection appeared.
On the projection.
In front of the mottled city gate, a young general was bidding farewell to a woman.
Before he left, he said to her,"When I return in triumph, I will definitely marry you…"
Then, the scene changed. The general was fighting a bloody battle on the battlefield.
Then, the scene changed again. The country where the general was from suffered repeated losses, and the general was heavily injured and ended up in a Jialan Temple.
......
Scenes after scenes changed as the song rose and fell. It was Bu Feifan who had entered the war-torn world and transformed into a general.
"Turning the void into reality, evolving with songs…"
A divine light flashed in the white-robed woman's eyes as she stood up. She raised her head to look at the projection in the sky and muttered softly.
" Entering the Dao with songs?!"
The green-robed woman also stood up and walked to the white-robed woman's side. Her eyes also revealed an inexplicable divine light.
Behind them, the young man looked at the projection in the sky. As he listened to the song that was shaking his soul and stirring his heart, a trace of shock flashed through his eyes.
But soon, a hint of gloominess flashed across his eyes.
......
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