Chapter 187: The Narrow-Minded Frog Dares to Look at the Moon?

Chapter 187: The Narrow-Minded Frog Dares to Look at the Moon?

As the music began, it was like an icy cold wave surging from the depths of a frozen land, carrying an endless intent to kill that swept across the entire place.

"This..."

Just a single syllable caused everyone present to instantly change their expressions, turning towards the youth in the center with cold eyes.

Su Changqing arrived with a heart full of passion and expectations for the Jianghu.

But those unreasonable cold and harsh words filled him with anger and disappointment.

"The Jianghu in books shouldn't be like this."

The disappointment and anger in his heart made Su Changqing perfectly embody the melody he was playing.

Qinsha - Ghost Abyss Melody!

Among the Immortal Arts, this was the most powerful and profound in its killing intent and artistic conception.

In the past, when Su Changqing played casually, he could only forcefully imitate the melody's artistic conception, and although he had entered the Dao, he was still at a lower level.

But now, his heart's anger and the killing intent of the music perfectly fused, allowing him to showcase the artistic conception and Dao rhythm of Qinsha to the fullest extent for the first time!

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

Su Changqing sat upright before the guqin, his eyes calm, his ten fingers dancing wildly like a mad demon, his black hair fluttering.

The deep and rapid rhythm was like a divine weapon unsheathed, its cold light suddenly appearing and tearing through the azure sky.

The chilling killing intent made everyone's scalp tingle.

In an instant, the boundless and rich Dao rhythm enveloped the entire place.

At this moment, everyone in the courtyard fell silent, looking at the youth by the guqin with an expression of boundless awe.

The melody lingered in their ears, and the peaceful courtyard before their eyes suddenly shattered, as if they had been transported to an ancient battlefield.

Golden armored soldiers and iron-clad horses galloped across the sand, while gods and demons danced and fought furiously in the heavens and earth!

The charge of thousands upon thousands of troops, the roars of countless creatures!

Each note was like a divine weapon unsheathed, carrying an overwhelming killing intent as it rushed towards them.

Kill!

Kill!

Kill!

Shouts of anger exploded in their ears, causing everyone present to turn pale and break out in a cold sweat.

Many even became completely immersed in the boundless artistic conception, as if a sharp sword was pressed against their throats, and they retreated in fear.

"Clang!"

As the last strand of the murderous melody ended, Su Changqing gently caressed the ancient guqin, and the trembling strings instantly stopped.

The courtyard was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

After a while, a trembling, soft voice whispered.

"Dao Entry!"

Boom! A single stone set off a thousand waves.

At this moment, everyone could no longer contain the shock in their hearts, turning to look at the calm youth by the guqin.

Dao Entry!

Even though they weren't disciples of Confucianism, they knew how terrifying a Dao Entry level rhythm was.

It was the pinnacle of the Four Arts of Confucianism, far surpassing even a Heaven Tier Superior Grade Life-Linked Dao Seal.

There was a saying among the Confucians.

A Great Scholar may not have entered the Dao in the Four Arts, but a Dao Entry level Four Arts could definitely be considered a Great Scholar!

Because it was the pinnacle of an art, and could be a teacher to all under heaven!

"How is this possible? At his age, he's already a Great Scholar?"

Chu Ze's cold smile vanished, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

His Skill Word Peak rhythm, even among the Confucians, was quite remarkable.

But in front of Su Changqing, it was a joke. Su Changqing was at least one level above him.

The crowd that had just mocked him now looked stunned, their eyes filled with shame.

Su Changqing wasn't worthy of evaluating Chu Ze? It was Chu Ze who wasn't worthy of Su Changqing's evaluation!

Only now did they understand that Su Changqing's evaluation of 'not bad' wasn't a belittlement; it was a generous evaluation that gave Chu Ze face.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that a Dao Entry level Great Scholar's words were unbearable to hear.

"Senior Brother Changqing, you have such a powerful method?"

Zhou Yu was stunned, looking at Su Changqing with disbelief.

Su Changqing, a martial artist?

A mere martial artist had achieved Dao Entry in music?

Zhou Yu felt dizzy, and his heart was filled with awe for Su Changqing's terrifying accomplishment.

Meanwhile, Xian Banmeng, who had been worried, now looked at Su Changqing with sparkling eyes.

"It's a Dao Entry level rhythm, this Su Gongzi is so powerful."

Xian Banmeng's music was also quite remarkable, but compared to the melody Su Changqing just played, she could only admire it.

Only those who understood music could truly comprehend how terrifying that melody was.

Whether it was technique, artistic conception, or Dao rhythm, it was flawless.

"No wonder he said the songs he knows aren't suitable."

"Is this terrifying killing intent meant to disturb the elegance of the people here?"

Looking at Su Changqing sitting calmly by the guqin, Xian Banmeng's red lips curled up, her eyes filled with admiration.

It wasn't her boasting, but no man could resist showing off in front of her, an Enchanting Fairy.

Yet Su Changqing, with his Dao Entry level, could suppress everyone's music, and at first, he showed no intention of playing at all.

This temperament made Xian Banmeng couldn't help but feel a sense of goodwill towards him.

...

The courtyard fell silent for a long time.

Su Changqing let out a sigh and slowly stood up.

Whether it was disappointment or anger, it all dissipated with the end of the melody.

"It's just a dispute of spirit, we have no grudges, no need to get angry with him."

Su Changqing shook his head and smiled, then turned to Zhou Yu, politely bowing, "Brother Zhou, thank you for bringing me here."

"But this place isn't suitable for me, so I'll take my leave."

"As soon as Su Changqing finished speaking, he turned and walked out of the courtyard.

There was no retaliation for Chu Ze's mockery, nor was there an overwhelming display of superiority after the performance.

Since their paths were different, he chose to leave quietly.

Su Changqing was always known for his gentle temperament; he wasn't the type to aggressively push or hold a grudge.

"Indeed, he's a Celestial Prodigy of the Confucian Path at the Dao Entrance Level, and he truly carries himself with the grace of a master."

Xian Banmeng silently praised him in her heart, her admiration for Su Changqing growing as she watched him leave.

"Senior Brother Changqing, please don't leave just yet."

Zhou Yu couldn't help but show his admiration and bowed respectfully.

At this moment, in the hall, Chu Ze, who had just mocked and challenged Su Changqing, now wore an expression of shame and anger.

Even a few harsh words from Su Changqing would have been better.

But with such a carefree departure, they seemed like petty clowns, their bitterness almost making them vomit blood.

"Brother Su, please wait."

Just as Su Changqing was about to leave, a young man with a folding fan in hand stopped him with a smile.

"What brings you here, Brother?"

"Brother Su, with such great talent, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

"We just have different paths."

Upon hearing this, Feng Ling let out a cold laugh, "A fine excuse, 'different paths.'

"Brother Su, after dominating the stage, you want to leave so casually, leaving us in the dust?"

Su Changqing was taken aback by these words and replied, "Do I have to insult you to your face before I can leave?"

"Brother Su is just joking."

Feng Ling smiled enigmatically, "We can't just let Brother Su leave so easily, can we? Should we just watch and wait?"

"We've already witnessed Brother Su's musical prowess, so how about a competition in another field?"

"This time, let's compete in calligraphy and poetry, with Dream Fairy as the theme. Feel free to express yourselves."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the hall brightened up, and they looked at Su Changqing with a cold smile.

After dominating the stage, he wanted to run away? It was too good to be true.

They had to suppress Su Changqing and regain their lost face; otherwise, how would Dream Fairy view them?

They knew they couldn't beat him in music, but they didn't believe Su Changqing was superior in other areas as well!

Feng Ling was the legitimate heir of the Feng family, and he cultivated the Confucian Path.

Although his calligraphy hadn't reached the Dao Entrance Level, it already possessed a profound artistic conception, and his poetry was unparalleled.

Using the Four Arts of Confucianism, they could suppress Su Changqing, even though it was still far inferior to that stunning Dao Entrance Level killing melody.

But at least they could regain some face.

"Brother Su, you can't just use your expertise in music to defeat Brother Chu and then leave, can you?"

"Yes, even if you're not skilled in calligraphy, Brother Feng has invited you, so you should at least give him some face."

"Hmph, I think he's just afraid of losing. He probably only excels in music."

The crowd bantered, trapping Su Changqing in their words.

Zhou Yu's eyebrows furrowed, and Xian Banmeng's pretty face turned slightly cold.

They could see that these young prodigies wouldn't back down, and they wanted to suppress Su Changqing at all costs.

"It seems I can't leave without a competition?"

After being provoked repeatedly, Su Changqing became quite annoyed, "Fine, let's get it over with. Brother Feng, please hurry, I'm in a hurry."

"Haha, good."

Hearing Su Changqing's agreement, Feng Ling picked up a luxurious brush from the table beside him and wrote two lines of poetry with the grace of a dragon soaring through the clouds.

The poem was easy to recite, and the characters flowed like a rushing stream, exuding an extraordinary artistic conception.

Upon seeing this, everyone praised him endlessly, and his calligraphy had already reached the Intent Level, displaying the grace of a master.

"Brother Su, it's your turn."

Feng Ling looked at Su Changqing with a confident smile.

Everyone in the hall also turned to look, some with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, thinking about how they would evaluate him later.

Su Changqing's expression remained unchanged. He picked up the luxurious brush from the table and wrote two short lines of poetry with the flourish of a dragon and phoenix dancing.

"Farewell, everyone."

Without waiting for the results, Su Changqing slightly cupped his hands and turned to leave.

But at this moment, a series of mocking voices rang out from behind.

"Haha, it's a blank sheet! You didn't even dare to write a single word?"

"Hehe, it seems he knew he would lose and wanted to avoid humiliation."

"Look, Brother Su is leaving so quickly, hahaha!"

The mocking voices from behind echoed, causing Su Changqing's steps to hesitate slightly as he was leaving.

He didn't get angry; he just shook his head and laughed, "Frog in a well, how can you see the moon in the sky?"

"Different paths, different paths, hahaha!"

Accompanied by a hearty laugh, Su Changqing left the courtyard without a trace of reluctance.

The people in the hall looked at each other, not understanding what Su Changqing meant by those words.

At this moment, Xian Banmeng looked at Su Changqing's departing back and, after a while, slowly approached the table where Su Changqing had just been sitting. She bent down and looked at the paper.

"This..."

Xian Banmeng carefully sensed it and couldn't help but show a look of surprise.

Although she couldn't see the words on the paper, she could feel the vast Dao Rhythm emanating from it.

"Dream Fairy, what's so special about a blank sheet of paper?"

Feng Ling approached with a fan in hand, a smile on his face, "This is a poem I wrote for Dream Fairy, hoping she will like it."

As he spoke, he handed over the poem he had just written.

However, Xian Banmeng didn't turn around; she continued to frown as she looked at the blank paper in her hand.

After a while, she seemed to have thought of something, and her eyes flickered.

Chi!

An incredibly pure spiritual energy was infused into the blank paper.

The next moment...

"Roar!"

A deafening dragon's roar echoed throughout the courtyard.

On the blank paper, fish transformed into dragons and soared through the vast sky.

The boundless Dao Rhythm erupted, and the fish and dragon danced together!

The once slightly noisy courtyard fell silent once more.

Everyone stared blankly at the azure sky, their eyes filled with awe and bewilderment.

"Another Dao Entry."

Xian Banmeng's voice trembled slightly as she spoke, her beautiful eyes gazing in the direction Su Changqing had left, filled with disbelief.

Music and rhythm, Dao Entry.

Calligraphy, also Dao Entry!

This Su Gongzi had reached such a level in the Confucian Dao.

Recalling the boy's cheerful laughter, Xian Banmeng was so lost in thought that she looked up in a daze.

"A smile that captivates a hundred beauties."

"The six palaces' beauties pale in comparison."

Xian Banmeng's eyes once again revealed her astonishment, and she whispered in a trembling voice, "Is it about me?"

"Indeed, it's so beautiful."

These brief lines of poetry didn't describe her beauty in the slightest.

Yet, they somehow managed to capture beauty at its peak.

With countless beauties from the six palaces, gathering all the world's beauty, a single smile from a beauty could make all the others' colors fade.

At that moment, everyone present looked towards the courtyard exit where the figure had disappeared, and it took a long while for them to snap out of their daze.

That youth had only been there for a short while, yet he had made fools of them all.

"A frog in a well, how can it see the moon in the sky?"

Xian Banmeng suddenly smiled, her face blooming like a hundred flowers, stunningly beautiful.

She turned to Zhou Yu and asked with a light smile, "Brother Zhou, which Zhongzhou Confucian Dao Great Power is Su Gongzi a disciple of?"

"Can you introduce me to him in the future?"

There is no difference between women and men; exceptional individuals can always captivate the opposite sex.

This was true for Xian Banmeng, and it was also true for Su Changqing.

At that moment, Zhou Yu, who had yet to snap out of his daze, heard Xian Banmeng's question and remained silent for a moment before replying with a bitter smile,

"Changqing doesn't cultivate the Confucian Dao, he cultivates...martial arts!"

Upon hearing this, Xian Banmeng's smile froze on her face, and the others showed signs of stupor.

...

"In the future, I should attend fewer of those occasions. The rivers and lakes aren't as great as I imagined."

Walking on the bustling streets of Tianyun City, Su Changqing couldn't help but mock the recent events in his mind.

He hadn't witnessed the youthful spirit of pointing at the world and declaring it his own, but he had seen plenty of fake gentlemen vying for attention.

"Forget it, I'll just avoid them from now on."

Su Changqing shook his head and looked around, "First, let's find an inn to stay in and wait for Brother Zhou's notification."

He had originally planned to go on his own, but on the way to Qilin Mansion, Zhou Yu mentioned that there had been some chaos in the surrounding area, and many people had died.

Tomorrow, the Purple Heaven Kingdom would arrange for a flying boat to escort those attending the birthday banquet.

For safety reasons, and to avoid getting lost, waiting for one more day was the best option.

With this in mind, Su Changqing didn't hesitate and casually found an inn to stay in.

After settling in, he set up several formation techniques in his room and then took out a bronze bell covered in rust and stains.

"Does this thing need to be refined before it can be used?"

"I wonder what this thing is for."

With his free time, Su Changqing looked at the so-called Ocean Burial Treasure in his hand, his eyes filled with curiosity.

The birthday celebration was the day after tomorrow, so it was best to prepare the gift in advance.

He sat cross-legged and began to cultivate his martial art, and a chaotic and swirling Life Palace appeared above his spiritual sea.

The bronze bell in his hand fell into the Life Palace, and endless chaotic energy washed over it.

As time passed, the rust on the bell fell off, revealing a trace of golden divine aura that blossomed from the bell.

In the blink of an eye, a day had passed, and the bronze bell was completely cleansed, radiating with brilliance.

But as Su Changqing looked at the bell in his hand, his expression became one of curiosity.

He gently waved his hand, and the small bronze bell floated into the air.

"Enlarge."

As Su Changqing spoke softly, the small bronze bell suddenly grew to the height of a person.

"Enlarge further."

Hiss!

The bell grew taller, reaching the roof of the inn in an instant.

Su Changqing hurriedly stopped and walked forward to tap it lightly.

Dong~

A deep and resonant bell sound reverberated through the small space, filling the entire room with divine aura as if it were about to break through the heavens.

"No grade, solid hardness, can enlarge and shrink, and other unknown mystical properties."

"Hiss~"

Su Changqing scratched his head in distress, "What if I don't want to give it away? This seems like a good item."

He had originally planned to casually find a similar bell to annoy the Liu Family.

But unexpectedly, he had obtained a decent treasure without even trying, and it would be a shame to give it away.

"Forget it, if the Liu Family really wants it, I'll just take it back later."

Su Changqing smiled and looked at the bronze bell in front of him, nodding in satisfaction.

Able to enlarge and shrink, the bell's chime reverberated and radiated divine aura.

When the time came to present the gift, he would make the bell its largest size and strike it forcefully several times.

Hmm, that scene...

"Would be quite spectacular, right?"

Su Changqing's eyes showed anticipation, and he smiled lightly as he put away the bell.

Just then, a communication talisman on his waist began to vibrate.

He picked it up and saw that it was indeed a message from Zhou Yu, informing him of their departure. However, the content of the message caused Su Changqing's eyes to narrow.

[Senior Brother Changqing, a large number of Dark Cultists have emerged, and we need to leave early. Hurry and come!]



"Dark Cultists?"

Su Changqing's eyes showed confusion as he whispered,

"What are those?"

(End of Chapter)

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