750 The Best of the Best Part I (2/2)

The sound was clear and peaceful.

But everyone there felt astonished or fearful when they heard it.

Here came the gentle autumn breeze.

A scholar walked into the Verdant Canyon.

He was in a dusty cotton jacket.

He had walked over mountains and rivers on his straw sandals.

His water ladle had broken into pieces after knocking down Master Qi Mei who had grown almost as powerful as Buddhas.

He had only a wooden rod on his waist.

He walked towards Beigong and picked up the Chinese zither. Then he held it in his arms and played it with his right hand.

There was just one string left on the zither.

And that was what his finger was playing with.

The string vibrated and buzzed.

Then his finger pressed, and the string vibrated again.

There was just one string left on the zither.

But he had made a melody out of it.

The melody was moderate, peaceful, and of extreme elegance.

On the field in the south.

In the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army camp the Chinese zither rang.

The harmony of the melody was like the lofty mountain and flowing water.

Nobody would guess that the sound was made out of one string.

The ten priests in red around the chariot looked fearful upon hearing the sound of the zither, and they stopped their hymns immediately.

The grand divine chariot suddenly looked shabby due to the elegant melody.

Deep behind the voile of the chariot, the wrinkles on the Great Divine Priest of Revelation's face were deepening at an unbelievable speed as the melody went on.

There was a cracking sound. Then the floor of the chariot broke, and it fell heavily on the ground.

In the front of the Verdant Canyon.

With the booming sound, countless cavalries were hitting the ground heavily.

The peaceful and elegant sound of the zither carried no killing aura at all, but it had killed numerous people.

The field was as silent as death.

Only the sound of the zither echoed.

All the soldiers in the Coalition Army were too shocked to say anything.

Ye Hongyu was standing on the field, she suddenly turned back and looked at the Verdant Canyon, with disbelief all over her face.

The Great Divine Priest of Revelation who seemed much older than before looked out of the voile and into the Verdant Canyon, mumbling, ”Why is he here? Where's the Abbey Dean?”

Beside the quiet horse carriage.

Liu Bai looked at the Verdant Canyon and sighed, ”You're so lucky to have seen Mr. First striking, and to my surprise, he learned how to kill.”

The sound of the zither became fainter and fainter, like the swans gliding away.

It was at that moment when the cavalries on the field started screaming. Numerous cavalries, lying beside their war-horses, were struggling.

Eldest Brother grew silent when seeing the scene.

Ye Hongyu was right. Beigong Weiyang and Ximen Buhuo were the flaws before the Verdant Canyon, because they were the only two living in the world who had comprehended Haotian Taoism through tonality, and they were irreplaceable.

But she did not know one thing.

When the disciples of the Academy cultivated at the back of the mountain, they did not do it all by themselves. All the disciples had become the most powerful in their own fields before the Headmaster took them in as his core disciples. Now that they were willing to enter the Academy and study, that meant they were sure that they could learn better knowledge in the Academy.

And that meant that someone in the Academy was qualified to instruct them.

And that was to say, that man was better than them in all fields that they used to dominate.

That man wasn't the Headmaster.

The Headmaster was surely knowledgeable, but he was a lazy and irresponsible teacher.

He had taught the Eldest and Second Brother by himself, and he started to loaf on the job when he met the Third Sister, Yu Lian. And as for the core disciples he had taken after that, he basically taught them nothing.

It was someone else that had been teaching those disciples.

The man was named Li Manman.

He was the Eldest Brother of the Academy.

Over the years, he had been teaching the disciples on behalf of the Headmaster.

He was good at almost everything that the disciples at the back of the mountain were good at, except for Talisman Taoism and fighting.

No matter whether it was the zither, Go, calligraphy, painting, cooking, or making tea.

He was good at all of them.

And he was the best among all.

He was the best in the world.