Peace Order-Chapter 113 - 74: Discussing Ambitions and Conquests with Laughter

Chapter 113: Chapter 74: Discussing Ambitions and Conquests with Laughter

Aunt, you don’t understand martial arts?

Li Guanyi really wanted to retort.

But now he understood cultivation more and said, "Aunt, do you mean you’re not a crude martial artist?"

"Is your practice of another path?"

Murong Qiushui blinked, rubbed the top of the youth’s head with her palm, and said, "Don’t digress, Li Nu’er, sit nicely."

"You’re growing up, and in this manner, there’s some resemblance to your father in your brow."

"But overall, you take after your mother, and are much better-looking than your dad."

Li Guanyi, who rarely heard Murong Qiushui mention his parents, said, "This way, was my dad not good-looking at all?"

Murong Qiushui frowned slightly, smiled, and said, "Cannot say he wasn’t good-looking, men are judged by their valor. But let’s not talk about this, you resemble your parents. However, when your father fought battles across the lands, wearing a face mask, nine tenths of those in the Capital City wouldn’t recognize him. Those who did, invariably wished you would disappear."

Li Guanyi had thought about this problem and said, "What about changing appearance?"

Murong Qiushui said, "But there are many ways to recognize someone in this world, even if reduced to ash you can be identified as either the original or a substitute."

"Perhaps it’s because of the turmoil among the people, the countless strategems between monarchs."

"The skill to identify whether it’s the true body has developed faster than the peaceful times a thousand years ago."

"Some call this Qi Observation, others call it Fate Grid, in reality, it’s related to ’spirit.’ Different people might mask their aura, their bodies can be altered, but the ’spirit’ alone is hard to change, like in many legends, the soul is the spirit."

Li Guanyi’s eyes shimmered with Ripples as he said, "Really can’t be changed?"

He thought of himself.

Murong Qiushui, smiling, said, "Of course, the first time I saw you, you were a wrinkled little guy, not cute at all. Your spirit was curled up like a flower bud. Then, when we were hunted that year, perhaps stimulated, your spirit stretched out."

"Then you suddenly became sensible."

She said softly, "The books say these disasters can temper a person, and it’s true."

Murong Qiushui didn’t continue. Sometimes she felt, wishing the boy before her could be a bit more foolish, more willful, and live a long peaceful life to a ripe old age rather than having experienced ten years of fleeing. However, she would never say this in front of her own Li Nu’er.

In front of Li Nu’er, she was always lazy and bright, never a trace of sadness.

Li Guanyi caught the implication and deliberately said:

"Such a rare method, where might it exist?"

The young man sighed, "What can I do now?"

Then he saw his aunt’s eyebrows rise, and Murong Qiushui, with a smile, said:

"So, Aunt just happens to know one method, just right to mask ’spirit.’"

The young man exaggeratedly responded, "Is it just so coincidental?"

Murong Qiushui was entertained, laughed heartily, stretched out her hands, pinched the young man’s cheeks one left, one right, and rubbed while complaining, "Alright, I know you’re clever, no need for such actor-like expressions."

"It’s just a little trick anyhow."

"’Spirit’ is hard to mask, but it can be disguised."

Li Guanyi looked at Murong Qiushui, puzzled, and said, "Spirit, how can it be disguised?"

Murong Qiushui, with a hint of a smile, casually said:

"It’s just a method that many, many people know."

"It’s the skill of playing the zither."

Li Guanyi was skeptical, "Everyone knows?"

Murong Qiushui widened her eyes and said, "Of course, would Aunt lie to Li Nu’er?"

Li Guanyi snorted for a long while, unsure how to respond. How could he speak out that it was known? He couldn’t say it; because once he did, the beautiful woman before him might suddenly bow her head, her eyes brimming with tears, as if suffering some incredible hurt. Yet once Li Guanyi conceded, she would immediately start laughing. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

It was really like the wind in Jiangnan.

Sometimes enveloped in misty rain, and sometimes gentle.

Murong Qiushui took out a zither, and plucking it, said, "The zither is the sound of the heart."

"It can express the clash at the Northern Border, the elegance of the Desert, the spring breeze of Jiangnan, the solitude of Central Plains."

"Am I really someone who has visited these places, heard those majestic sounds of conflict, those fierce slashing knights, am I an aged general, a carefree knight? If I were, then who am I? And if I am not them, then why can I convey all these in the zither’s sound?"

"None of these, just my imagination inscribed onto the zither."

"Li Nu’er, do you still remember the phrase Aunt once said?"

Listening to his Aunt playing the zither, Li Guanyi seemed to see Jiangnan and Northern Border, heard Wanxiang’s long wind, it was because of Aunt’s zither sound that he always felt like he was still just an apprentice. He sat quietly upright and softly replied:

"Harmonics emulate the heavens, pressed notes resemble a person, scattered sounds merge with the earth."

Murong Qiushui placed her hands on the zither strings and replied, "This phrase needs to be separated."

"It’s heaven, earth, and man, the Three Powers, the All Things."

"Li Nu’er, this phrase is for inner refinement, just for playing the zither. If you need to deceive others, you must reverse it and act differently. This is the difference between ’cultivating’ and ’using,’ one is for the inner, the other for the outer."

"Look—"

Murong Qiushui’s fingers landed on the zither strings, she slightly smiled, her eyes gentle, while playing, Li Guanyi’s eyes widened as he felt his hair tips slightly lifting, his surroundings suddenly changed, he felt as if he had arrived in Jiangnan, seeing the spring wind along willow banks.

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