Chapter 167 – Mountain Stream! (2/2)

Because of this misunderstanding, Lin Canghai thought little of Li Muyang's moral character.

Li Muyang really liked the tune 'Phoenix looking Phoenix'.

He tried to get closer to the music and merge into one with it.

He stretched out his hand, pulling out a green leaf on the branch above his head.

He put the leaf to his lip and began to blow upon it—the air enclosed vibrated into a loud but harsh note.

Disturbed by the noise, Qiandu's footsteps came to an abrupt stop as she sharply turned around to see.

Lin Canghai became boundlessly angry. He felt his blood rising to his face when this guy pretended to be an expert, now this guy dares to disturb others performing. This is really difficult to forgive.

He clenched the hilt of his sword strapped at his waist, but did not draw his sword in the end.

Li Muyang apologised with an embarra.s.sed chuckle, his face flus.h.i.+ng red when he said: “I wasn't ready—-”

“Li Muyang, don't—-”

Lin Canghai was about to stop him, when he realised Li Muyang had already placed the leaf to the tip of his lip again.

A familiar, graceful musical tune that almost made his eyes pop out of his head sounded from the tiny leaf.

“'Phoenix looking for Phoenix'. This is 'Phoenix looking for Phoenix'—” Lin Canghai stared at Li Muyang, his eyes wide in disbelief.

This guy, he really can play the tune 'Phoenix looking for Phoenix'; moreover, it's the original 'Phoenix looking for Phoenix'.

He had never seen the original 'Phoenix looking for Phoenix' musical notation before; however, Lin Canghai was certain that the 'Phoenix looking for Phoenix' tune he has heard several times before was identical to the one he's listening to right now.

Moreover, he played quite well; his techniques are quite exquisite.

He produced a sound like that with just a small piece of leaf and achieved the same effect as Qiandu's magic piccolo.

How could this be?

Qiandu also was wide-eyed in astonishment.

She was a beautiful woman with big eyes but when she stared at him in wide-eyed amazement, her eyes looked even bigger, rounder and also cuter than before.

Beautiful with a touch of cuteness, cute with a touch of s.e.xiness, this girl exhibits a variety of elements that makes people amaze and forget everything vulgar.

The magic piccolo was still on her lips, but Qiandu did not make any more sounds.

She peeled her gaze away to shoot Lin Canghai a questioning look.

Lin Canghai shook his head at her, indicating that he also does not know what is going on.

He also thought that Li Muyang was pretending and deliberately causing a disturbance, but now it seems like he's the one who could not recognise an expert in front of him.

Qiandu pondered for a moment, before a smile curved her lips.

She adjusted her mentality, breathed in gently, and the wonderful notes once again flowed from her magic piccolo.

One dressed in a beautiful black outfit, and the other in a flowing white robe.

One playing with a leaf, and the other with a piccolo.

The two people played the same notes, performed the same tune.

At this moment, their music was in harmony, their feelings also connected.

As though Li Muyang was able to understand Qiandu's mind and Qiandu also understood the meaning of Li Muyang's every expression.

Gazing into each other eyes, warmth and joy like the suns.h.i.+ne filled their heart.

They haven't known each other for a long time and the number of words they have said to each other can be counted with their fingers. They do not have any intimate relations.h.i.+p and can't even be considered as close friends.

However, they felt they've known each other for centuries.

Then, something mysterious happened.

Beautiful b.u.t.terflies fluttered over, dancing and circling around Li Muyang and Qiandu.

Fish broke the surface of the spring water, ripples widening out as they desperately tried to search for the source of the music, leaping again and again into the air, and plunging into the water—

A whimpering young wolf stopped crying, staring wide-eyed at the direction of where the music was coming from, while a smile uglier than its crying face surfaced onto its face—

The deer gathered around, and like devout followers, closely followed the footsteps of Li Muyang and Qiandu.

They walked, and they followed. They stopped, and they also stopped. They stepped over a large stone and they also stepped over the stone. They jumped over a river, while the deer, blocked by the river, leapt into the river and desperately swam after them.

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