How come the celestial technique I stole is so powerful?!-Chapter 904 - 708: Di Ting of the Earth Core (Part 2)
Capítulo 904: Chapter 708: Di Ting of the Earth Core (Part 2)
The Hu Ji had already started to busy herself over there.
She pulled out a strand of her hair to bandage the rabbit’s wound, and a miracle happened immediately; the bleeding from a wound that had lasted for ten years finally stopped.
The rabbit was clever; it stretched out its pink tongue and licked Hu Ji’s palm to show gratitude.
Hu Ji was delighted.
During the welcoming banquet that followed, Hu Ji felt a bit restless.
As night fell, the moonlight was so beautiful. Living next door to him, Hu Ji felt even more unsettled, a feeling she hadn’t experienced in three thousand years.
This man next door had a mystic connection with her.
She dared not revisit the mark left from the depths of her Primordial Spirit.
She feared it would disrupt her Tao Heart.
Logically speaking, in such a state of mind, she shouldn’t meet him again.
However, for some reason, ever since promising to watch the lanterns together on the Lantern Festival, she has been counting the days, waiting for this promise to arrive.
Arriving next to him today, she suddenly felt the day was no longer important.
Perhaps what mattered was never the lanterns, but meeting him.
The next day, the weather was clear.
As the sun set, the busiest night of the Lantern Festival arrived.
Lin Xiaosu arrived outside Hu Ji’s room, knocked on the door, and said, “The moon is at the treetops, and people meet after sunset; cousin, let’s go out to watch the lanterns…”
Hu Ji opened the door, gladly stepping out to accompany him.
The plum blossoms bloomed.
More tourists appeared around Mirror Lake.
On the street, countless flower carts appeared.
The flower carts in this era were essentially advertisements but advertised women, not products.
Every brothel and Music Workshop had set up flower carts.
Total’s Oiran dressed festively on these carts, drawing the most direct attention from passersby.
In the Music Workshop, the finest musicians played the most pleasant tunes.
This essentially is also a business.
Aside from the brothel and Music Workshop, many affluent families also set up flower carts, placing their unmarried daughters on them, veiled in thin gauze, drawing the attention of the capital’s young talents, advertising “I have a daughter, young and blossoming; those interested in proposing, act quickly…”
Before the brothels and Music Workshops, lanterns were everywhere.
They came in various shapes.
Some were round, some were square, some fish-shaped, and some human-shaped.
The lanterns infused the night with a festive atmosphere.
The riddles under the lanterns attracted the focus of numerous people.
Lin Xiaosu and Hu Ji walked through the streets, increasingly relaxed amidst the crowd, guessing riddles, eating candied haw, appreciating the color of the willows by the lakeside, and enjoying the incredible music.
For Lin Xiaosu, this was a rare experience.
It was even more special for Hu Ji.
She had lived alone in deep mountains for three thousand years in bitter cultivation, distant from human affairs. She hadn’t told him this was her first time watching lanterns in three thousand years, only the second time in her life.
The last time she watched lanterns, she did so with her sister.
That Lantern Festival was followed by the Mid-Autumn Festival, where she bid farewell to her sister on the North Tower, never to hear from her again…
“Does that tower look like the North Tower in your drawing?” Lin Xiaosu pointed to a nearby building.
Hu Ji’s gaze lifted, “It does look a bit like it.”
“Want to go up and have a seat?”
“Sure!”
Sitting atop the North Tower, the commotion below seemed distant, while the water of Mirror Lake and the large, round moon above seemed close; they sat on the tower top, watching from the moon in the sightlines of the people below…
“Reed leaves cover the sandbank, cold sands flow with shallow waters, three thousand years to pass the North Tower again. Tying the boat by the willows is yet unsteady, how many days till Mid-Autumn again? The feathers break at the cliff’s edge, is the old friend still around? The old rivers and mountains are filled with new worries. To buy osmanthus and share wine, it will never be like youthful wanderings!” Hu Ji softly recited the poem Lin Xiaosu had left her with.
Her heart surged with tides of emotion.
“Miss your sister?” Lin Xiaosu said softly.
“Yes, I always wonder if she hadn’t entered Cangyuan, then where did she go? Under this vast sky, amidst an endless sea of people, is she alive or dead?” Hu Ji replied, “Perhaps I should visit the Space Time Path and ask the Master of Space Time to do a time space reversal, let me trace her journey from three thousand years ago.”
Lin Xiaosu asked, “The Master of Space Time can revert back three thousand years?”
“Legend says he can return a thousand years, but legend is ultimately just legend. How many years he can truly reverse is unknown, perhaps he can really do it?”
Suddenly, the sound of a zither came from the lake…
The exquisite melody caught half of the tower’s attention.
On a flower boat floating on Mirror Lake, a woman in snowy white sat playing the instrument, her magical touch producing music that seemed to transform the moon into a fairy seen in the water, possessing unmatched elegance.
“It’s ‘Spring River Flower Moon Night’!” someone exclaimed.
“Is this the Marquis Xueyi’s ‘Spring River Flower Moon Night’?” someone commented, “As the people on Jiangnan Road say, as the Spring River emerges, the moon and people seem distant, pure as a night, truly celestial music akin to that from heaven.”
Hu Ji’s gaze suddenly shifted from the lake to Lin Xiaosu’s face, surprise etched in her eyes: “Did you compose it?”
“Ahem… I sort of brought it into this realm!” Lin Xiaosu modestly replied.
“Such vibrancy of music, and I have to hear it from someone else’s zither…” Hu Ji’s heart was stirred.
Her mind was full of no wonder.
No wonder the princesses on Qingqiu Mountain were enchanted by him.
He truly has remarkable qualities…
Not to mention his handsome face, nor his title of Marquis Xueyi, nor his eloquence in speech, but just the unparalleled talent to create divine compositions makes one’s heart move.
“Though ‘Spring River’ is beautiful, I prefer his ‘Burial Flower Song,’ unmatched across the Demon Domain, truly showcasing the Human Clan hero’s style and elegance that endures through the ages.” a young gentleman lightly shook his folded fan and said.
