Chapter 818 – Singing in the Night Inside and Outside the Daoist Church (1/2)
Chapter 818 – Singing in the Night Inside and Outside the Daoist Church
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Luo Bu stood by the zither player and listened for a while, then suddenly began to sing along with the music.
The zither player played an obscure tune, but he sang an extremely famous song.
He also had a very forthright voice, which produced a unique flavor when it intersected with the willow trees and leftover snow of Wenshui City. As a result, he instantly attracted the attention of many people.
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”My sword comes from the west
Your dress gracefully moves
Such petite cuteness
Flowing past the courtyard
I copy scriptures in the temple
But tomorrow I will practice punches and change muscles…
The spring mountain loves to smile
Tomorrow my journey will be even farther
Horse hooves turn into butterflies
The bow bends, an arrow flies, walking past the green forest
I am that scholar who goes to the capital to take the exam but does not study
I have come to Luoyang to see your reflection
The final words in the water, your lost visage in the sky
Lamenting your petite thinness
Drinking down in a single ladle your petite fullness.”
(TN: This is an excerpt from the song ”Yellow River”, which is a song from the romance novel ”偶然” by wuxia author Wen Ruian.)
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The blind zither player played for a very long time, and Luo Bu also sang for a long time. More and more people gathered around them, and copper and silver pieces piled up in front of the zither player, glistening with a pleasing luster in the last smear of twilight.
The twilight gradually deepened until it turned into night. The shops and inns on both banks of the Wenshui began to light lanterns which twinkled like stars in the water.
Suddenly, the crowd began to buzz with shocked discussion. Everyone's gazes were drawn away from Luo Bu and the blind zither player, and focused on the opposite shore.
Over there was the back garden of the Daoist church.
Luo Bu slightly arched his brow and also turned to look over.
The Daoist church was bursting with light, clouds drifting around the peak of the church while ritualistic music with lofty and upright tones slowly rose up.
This was an announcement.
His Holiness the Pope had come to Wenshui.
The people along the river once more stopped moving, quietly standing and looking in the same manner as the crowd on the main street in the daytime.