SFS Chapter 231 I also know a little about music 12
Chapter 231 I also know a little about music 12
Inside the Star Palace, a grand purge began.
Qingfeng's float stopped on a small hill near the sacred mountain.
This mountain boasts beautiful scenery and an elegant environment, making it suitable for field battles.
Meanwhile, Qingfeng was lying on Wen Siyue's lap, eating grapes fed to him by the Grape Fairy.
"Young master, have we been living in the bridal carriage all this time?"
Siyue placed the fresh, juicy grapes near Qingfeng's lips.
"Well, let's just make do in the car for the next few days. Yu Ling will return to the Star Palace to handle internal affairs. Ning'er will compete with Uncle Wang for the position of sect leader of the Miaoyin Sect."
We're homeless now, so we'll just have to wait for their news.
Qingfeng shifted his head, fully enjoying the feeling of Wen Siyue's plump and elastic thighs.
"Young master, do you think Sister Wang Ning might use excessive force?"
Siyue was a little worried that Wang Heng would be injured by Wang Ning.
"Uh... I don't think so?"
Qingfeng thought for a moment and realized that if Wang Ning went all out, Wang Heng probably wouldn't last more than a few rounds.
Although they are both at the mid-stage of Core Formation, their combat skills are on completely different levels.
"Shall we go take a look?"
Siyue actually wanted to go out for a walk; staying in the car was too boring.
"Hmm, it seems we need to head out."
Qingfeng raised an eyebrow, opened the car door, and Wang Ning's escape light landed right in front of the door.
"Sister Wang Ning, have you already secured the position of sect leader?"
Siyue asked in surprise.
"Not yet. According to the rules of the Myriad Sounds Sect's challenge, the challenge is issued today, and the duel will take place tomorrow."
Wang Ning stepped into the car and, completely abandoning any ladylike demeanor, lay down directly on the jade bed.
"Are you having some trouble?"
Qingfeng glanced at Wang Ning beside him.
This girl has always looked like this when she has something on her mind since she was little.
"Brother Qing, do you...do you understand music?"
Wang Ning rolled over and landed on top of Qing Feng.
She looked at Qingfeng with a pair of purple eyes, slightly expectant, but then shook her head.
"Fine, Siyue, you'll fight with me tomorrow."
Wang Ning turned to look at Wen Siyue.
"Huh? Sister Wang Ning, you want me to fight Uncle Wang with you?"
Siyue looked surprised and pointed to herself.
"Well, according to the rules of the challenge by the sect leader of Miaoyin Sect, there must be two competitions: one for martial arts and one for literary arts. The martial arts competition goes without saying, while the literary competition is about music."
"Brother Qing... he probably doesn't understand music. Siyue, why don't you come with me?"
Wang Ning explained.
"Wait a minute, how dare you look down on your husband? Who said I don't understand music?"
After hearing the reason, Qingfeng slapped Wang Ning's butt in dissatisfaction.
He used to be a playboy, spending his days listening to music and chasing girls.
Moreover, in his memories from his previous life, there were three thousand songs in the music library, so he didn't understand any style of music.
He can even do a couple of moves to Chicken Bro's overalls dance.
"You understand music?"
Wang Ning still didn't believe it; she had never seen Qingfeng demonstrate this in all these years.
"Of course! What's with those expressions on your faces? Looks like you won't know how powerful I am until I show you."
Qingfeng pushed Wang Ning off him, got up and walked to the open space in the middle of the float.
He reached into his storage bag and rummaged around for a while before pulling out a light blue conch shell.
"My two beautiful fairies, what music would you like to hear today?"
With a wave of his hand, Qingfeng summoned classical musical instruments such as the guzheng, pipa, and flute behind him.
With another wave of his hand, other musical instruments resembling saxophones, guitars, and others appeared.
He then infused the conch shell in his hand with magical power, suspending it in mid-air.
"Young master, what are all these things?"
Siyue stared wide-eyed at Qingfeng's series of actions.
Wang Ning was the same; she recognized musical instruments such as the guzheng and pipa, but couldn't understand the others.
"Hey, these are all musical instruments, of course."
Qingfeng snapped his fingers, and several soundproof barriers were immediately activated around the float.
The conch shell, suspended in mid-air, radiates a dazzling array of colors.
In his spare time over the years, he has used some scraps from weapon crafting to make many trinkets.
The musical instruments that were taken out were only a part of it.
Seeing Qingfeng's confidence, Wang Ning and Siyue sat up straight.
They really wanted to see what Qingfeng's musical skills were like.
"Ahem, next, I will be singing a song called 'Flying Dust Over the Sea'."
Qingfeng cleared his throat.
As a cultivator, his physical condition is top-notch, unlike his previous life when he was tone-deaf.
With a snap of Qingfeng's fingers, all the instruments began to play on their own.
And his singing voice slowly emerged along with the music.
"One must tread upon the remnants of blood, and wear the worn clothes of mortals."
Let's join hands again and brave the majestic snow-capped mountains...
Legend has it that you are obsessed with your hatred, and you will conceal your unparalleled beauty with a purple veil.
From now on, this name belongs only to me.
And say goodbye with heartfelt wishes, for dust rises from the starry sea...
I know you are infatuated, you are in love, and your heart flutters when your bright eyes gaze upon you.
His expression was both gentle and resolute, yet no longer naive...
One name, belonging to two souls who met by chance.
As the song ended, Wen Siyue covered her mouth, deeply moved by the music.
"This name belongs only to me. The name Zi Ling belongs only to Brother Qing... How could he be so clever?"
Wang Ning repeatedly savored the lyrics she had just heard, her cheeks turning bright red.
The lyrics of this song are about her.
"Young master, this piece of music suits Sister Wang Ning so well!"
Siyue said enviously.
"Ahem, don't worry, I'll write a song for you sometime."
Qingfeng assured him.
Finding a song in the music library that can be associated with "Thinking of the Moon" is easy, isn't it?
"Great! Young master, you must keep your word!"
Siyue said happily.
"Brother Qing is so skilled in music, why did you only show it today?"
Wang Ning wiped her eyes and asked in confusion.
"Keep a low profile, understand? So, can I go to tomorrow's match?"
Qingfeng waved his hand and put away the musical instruments in the car.
In his opinion, no one understands music better than him.
"I underestimated Brother Qing's abilities. Then tomorrow's duel will depend on Brother Qing."
Wang Ning chuckled and cupped her hands in a respectful gesture.
"That's for sure. Tomorrow, we will definitely win the musical duel against my father-in-law and mother-in-law, ensuring that our Purple Spirit Sect Master ascends to the highest position in the Myriad Sounds Sect."
"Qingfeng joked."
"Brother Qing, please stop teasing me. My ambition to become the leader of the Miaoyin Sect is not for the sake of power."
However, the Miaoyin Sect should no longer follow the path my father took.
Using one's beauty to please others is ultimately not the right path. Female disciples within the sect should be independent, self-reliant, and diligent in their cultivation.
"To become a concubine of a high-ranking cultivator, if one encounters someone with ill intentions, could lead to becoming their furnace."
Wang Ning explained her reasons for wanting to become the leader of the Miaoyin Sect.
"Ning'er is right. In this dog-eat-dog world, one must be strong enough on their own."
Qingfeng strongly agreed with Wang Ning's idea.
"Yes, I've decided that after taking over the Myriad Sounds Sect, in addition to training the disciples in musical techniques, I will also have them cultivate body refinement..."
Wang Ning spoke eloquently, telling Qingfeng about her plans to become the sect leader.
"Huh? The whole school practices both art and sports?"
Qingfeng thought for a moment and realized that the disciples of the Miaoyin Sect were in for a lot of trouble in the future.
The lyrics of this song are about her.
"Young master, this piece of music suits Sister Wang Ning so well!"
Siyue said enviously.
"Ahem, don't worry, I'll write a song for you sometime."
Qingfeng assured him.
Finding a song in the music library that can be associated with "Thinking of the Moon" is easy, isn't it?
"Great! Young master, you must keep your word!"
Siyue said happily.
"Brother Qing is so skilled in music, why did you only show it today?"
Wang Ning wiped her eyes and asked in confusion.
"Keep a low profile, understand? So, can I go to tomorrow's match?"
Qingfeng waved his hand and put away the musical instruments in the car.
In his opinion, no one understands music better than him.
"I underestimated Brother Qing's abilities. Then tomorrow's duel will depend on Brother Qing."
Wang Ning chuckled and cupped her hands in a respectful gesture.
"That's for sure. Tomorrow, we will definitely win the musical duel against my father-in-law and mother-in-law, ensuring that our Purple Spirit Sect Master ascends to the highest position in the Myriad Sounds Sect."
"Qingfeng joked."
"Brother Qing, please stop teasing me. My ambition to become the leader of the Miaoyin Sect is not for the sake of power."
However, the Miaoyin Sect should no longer follow the path my father took.
Using one's beauty to please others is ultimately not the right path. Female disciples within the sect should be independent, self-reliant, and diligent in their cultivation.
"To become a concubine of a high-ranking cultivator, if one encounters someone with ill intentions, could lead to becoming their furnace."
Wang Ning explained her reasons for wanting to become the leader of the Miaoyin Sect.
"Ning'er is right. In this dog-eat-dog world, one must be strong enough on their own."
Qingfeng strongly agreed with Wang Ning's idea.
"Yes, I've decided that after taking over the Myriad Sounds Sect, in addition to training the disciples in musical techniques, I will also have them cultivate body refinement..."
Wang Ning spoke eloquently, telling Qingfeng about her plans to become the sect leader.
"Huh? The whole school practices both art and sports?"
Qingfeng thought for a moment and realized that the disciples of the Miaoyin Sect were in for a lot of trouble in the future.