Chapter 72 Part 9 - Stunning (1/2)

I want to cry… ( no, not due to the song, maybe I’m not sensitive enough but I don’t find any sorrow in the music? Have you guys heard? ) but because this is the last part of this chapter!!! Wohoooo!!!!! *pat self on the back* The beats drove me crazy to translate… thankfully it’s over.

Jinghong fairy was also astonished. She had long since conducted herself as a wife and mother, no longer caring about fame and profit. Thus, she didn’t feel unbalanced with the younger generation exceeding herself. She was merely feeling very apprehensive, how could a 14 years old young girl understand 《Eighteen Songs of a Nomad Flute》’s mournful complain in such a penetrating way? Even though Jiang Li lost her mother since young and was sent to the nunnery when she was only seven years old, even though she passed her life in destitute on the mountain for eight years, these sufferings, compared to the guqin tone of “mournful complaint” was not completely the same ah.

This was simply unbelievable.

Mian Ju was the happiest, both his eyes were bright. The gaze he looked at Jiang Li was like a miser who unexpectedly discovered a huge lump of gold, drooling over and hated moving his sight away. He even so much as to mutter: “This is a naturally talented musician!”

Shi Yan was better than Mian Ju, but upon hearing Jiang Li’s guqin tone, his previous arrogant look changed and gradually became somewhat emotional. He was the music official, unlike Mian Ju who had no worries. But as long as it was good music, the heart would appreciate.

At the edge of these four people was Ji Heng.

The people in the venue were all enticed by Jiang Li’s guqin sound. That tone seemed to have the effect of confusing the people’s heart, making the heart of each person feel sorrowful, seemingly seeing the burnt yellow soil where not even a blade of grass grew. Then followed with recalling their own tragic matter, difficult to control themselves.

The qin sound had such magic power. In the legend, a guqin playing demon could use the sound of the qin to bring humans into a fantasy land they created, making one lose their bearing. There was probably no guqin playing demon on earth, but there were superior musicians, able to use the guqin tone to transmit the heart and convey their feelings.

When everyone was all captured by the sound, only one person was actually not moved by this sound.

He wasn’t like Jiang You Yao or Meng Hong Jin who were jealous because of the guqin tone. Also unlike Xiao Deyin who was frightened by the guqin skill. He was also unlike other people who were engrossed. He only looked at Jiang Li and the smile at the corner of his mouth didn’t change in the slightest.

Ji Heng just watched Jiang Li.

His long eyelashes lining his eyes were moving, as if intoxicated. But with careful look, it could be seen that he was completely clear-headed. He was isolating himself with the guqin sound, also as if isolating himself from the rest of the crowd.

He watched Jiang Li play the guqin as if he was looking at the drama troupe he invited into his residence. Looking at the engrossed crowd in the examination venue watching Jiang Li was like watching a play.

All living things on and off the stage, the world bustling with activity, but he resembled a fickle beauty, standing outside the play with a detached point of view, being a good audience.