Chapter 293: Chapter 293

Although Xiaoyao seemed to read very carefully without missing anything, his speed was still quite fast, much faster than ordinary people.

Because of this, Xiaoyao gave people the impression that this boy didn't seem very knowledgeable, and this time probably wouldn't work out.

The old man seemed to sense Xiaoyao's reading speed too, and his expression became even more indifferent, as if he was somewhat giving up hope on Xiaoyao.

"It really is 'Laughing at the Vast Sea,' and an ancient version at that. This technique is very difficult." Xiaoyao sighed after finishing reading.

"That's right, very difficult. So if you can't do it, you can leave on your own," the old man said calmly.

Xiaoyao smiled and said, "Although it's a bit difficult, I can still do it."

"What?. You can do it?" The old man opened his eyes and stared at Xiaoyao. "You're not boasting, are you."

Xiaoyao smiled without answering the old man's question, but responded with action instead. He picked up an ancient zither and began playing on it.

Laughing at the Vast Sea.

Xiaoyao's zither music began narrating a story of laughing at the world's storms and proudly roaring through the heavens. This was what "Laughing at the Vast Sea" sought to express. In terms of musical tone and artistic conception, he scored full marks, perfect in every aspect.

When Xiaoyao's zither music emerged, everyone stopped what they were doing, no longer speaking, no longer making any sound, quietly listening to that wonderful music as if they themselves had become great heroes, laughing proudly in the martial world.

Everyone couldn't help but wonder, was this really from someone who had just looked at the score? How could it sound so flawless. Had he seen this score before and was just pretending earlier?

It must be so. He read so quickly earlier because he was pretending, otherwise, who could learn it in such a short time without even needing to practice.

The old man had the same suspicions. However, he did confirm Xiaoyao's level, being able to produce such zither music was the first time he'd heard it. But he still felt Xiaoyao couldn't complete this piece "Laughing at the Vast Sea."

This was just the beginning. What came after was the key point, the high-difficulty techniques in the crucial parts were the key to completing "Laughing at the Vast Sea," and the entire effect of "Laughing at the Vast Sea" could only be expressed at that time.

As for these high-difficulty techniques, almost no one in the world could achieve them. He had already sought out many musical masters, but the results were all the same. That's why he simply decided to set up a stall, to see if someone with fate might appear.

As for why he chose to set up his stall here, there was a reason, a reason that was his secret and also why he was setting up the stall.

He won't succeed. Although he has talent, he's still too young, he can't master this kind of technique.

Finally, the old man closed his eyes again, seemingly passing a death sentence on Xiaoyao in his heart.

But soon, his closed eyes opened again, showing a shocked expression, because he heard the crucial part of "Laughing at the Vast Sea", the part requiring extremely high skill.

He actually completed it? This... who is this young man? How does he have such ability?

The old man's way of looking at Xiaoyao completely changed. Even though Xiaoyao hadn't finished playing the entire piece, he was equally incredulous now. He hadn't expected that such a young man could complete techniques that even master-level people found difficult to achieve. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ noⅴelfire.net

But the old man's surprise couldn't be transmitted to others' thoughts. People who hadn't reached this level had no idea how much skill Xiaoyao's performance required. They just felt Xiaoyao's music sounded very good, so good that it made them forget themselves and fall into the world created by the music.

Because of this music, the entire originally noisy night market also became quiet, incredibly quiet. This night market wasn't very large to begin with, lacking the scale of big cities. Every corner of this night market could hear Xiaoyao's zither music, which gradually made the entire night market quiet down.

After one piece ended, when the old man was about to say something, when others hadn't yet reacted to applaud, Xiaoyao picked up a flute and began playing, still that same "Laughing at the Vast Sea."

Although it was the same piece, it gave people a different feeling. The previous zither music gave people a sense of stirring emotion, while the current flute music was melodious and winding. Though both featured great heroes, there were different kinds of great heroes.

Others at this moment just felt excited, how wonderful, they could continue listening. It would be best if he could perform all the instruments in front of him, then they could fully enjoy this auditory feast.

But the old man felt more than excitement, he was more shocked. Being able to reach that level with one instrument was already incredible, but now this young man before him knew more than one instrument. He had already proven he knew two, and perhaps there would be more.

How did he learn this? At such a young age, he could achieve a level others couldn't reach, and not just one instrument. If those musical masters were here, they would surely feel ashamed.

At this moment, the old man wanted to see how many instruments Xiaoyao actually knew, while others wanted to continue listening to see if changing instruments would bring different flavors.

So Xiaoyao switched instruments one by one, completely convincing the old man while making the scene somewhat eerie. The entire night market remained continuously quiet, with more and more people arriving, but they quickly joined the audience listening to the music.

Gradually, the night market's strange situation was discovered. Because Xiaoyao had quite a few instruments to use, the duration was a bit longer. This sensational effect spread like a butterfly effect, gradually forming a storm throughout Qingyun City. Almost everyone who received the news rushed over, the lucky ones could still hear some of it.

"What's happening up ahead?"

The Young Miss was on her way to Yihong Courtyard to drink flower wine when she noticed everyone seemed to be heading in one direction. She was somewhat puzzled about what was happening. As someone with strong curiosity and idle time, she decided not to go drink flower wine first and instead see what was happening, why it seemed like the entire city was converging in that direction.

"Oh, Mo Yu, what a coincidence."

Just then, a figure flashed past the Young Miss, and the figure quickly stopped, turning to greet the Young Miss. This was the person the Young Miss least liked, but had always been together with.

"Nangong Suxin, what are you running over there for?" The Young Miss appeared beside that figure, who else could it be but Nangong Suxin?

"Someone up ahead is playing instruments, seems quite good. I want to go cultivate my artistic temperament. Being with you has made my temperament somewhat crude, I need to catch up on my refinement." Nangong Suxin said, clearly needling the Young Miss.

"Hmph, temperament is something you're born with. For example, me, naturally beautiful, a heroine among women..." The Young Miss said a bunch of words praising herself.

"Don't forget to add narcissistic." Nangong Suxin struck back.

"Right... damn, who's narcissistic? Even if I am narcissistic, I have the capital for it. Are you envious?" The Young Miss looked proud, completely unaffected by the attack.

"Too lazy to talk with you. Better hurry and listen to the music. You don't have this potential, go drink your flower wine instead." Nangong Suxin ignored the Young Miss's pride and prepared to go alone.

"No, I want to prove I also have musical potential. I'm going to listen." The Young Miss never accepted Nangong Suxin's suggestions. This time was the same, Nangong Suxin said not to go, so she insisted on going.

"Then stay far away from me, so you don't embarrass me." Nangong Suxin waved her hand, acting like she didn't want to admit knowing her.

Seeing this situation, the Young Miss smiled and said, "I'm going to follow you. Hit me if you dare."

"You..." Nangong Suxin didn't have time to fight with the Young Miss right now. She headed straight forward at high speed, treating the Young Miss as if she didn't exist.

"Haha." The Young Miss laughed, then followed.

When the two approached the night market, they encountered someone all too familiar, Nangong Su, the Third Miss of the Nangong family.

"You're here too." Nangong Su looked at the two with some surprise. She had been reading in a nearby study garden and heard the news on her way home, so she came to see.

She wouldn't have expected her sister and the Young Miss to also be interested, especially the Young Miss, whose interest in music was completely overshadowed by her interest in women. At this time, she should be going to Yihong Courtyard to drink flower wine.

Therefore, seeing the two coming together made her quite surprised.

"Mo Yu, please mind your language." Nangong Su reminded.

Although the Young Miss and her companion were somewhat stunned by Nangong Su's appearance, they didn't find it particularly questionable. Nangong Su had always been very interested in music, so after hearing this news, she would definitely come take a look.

"What a coincidence, Susu. Don't you think we're very fated? Meeting unexpectedly in this sea of people." The Young Miss took Nangong Su's hand and began displaying her rarely seen poetic sentiment.

"How big is Qingyun City? And everyone's coming to join the excitement, of course we'd meet." Nangong Suxin said irritably. She had already become accustomed to the Young Miss holding her sister's hand and ignored it.

In this regard, the Young Miss had displayed her shameless characteristics and forced both Nangong sisters to get used to it.

"Let's go, Susu. I'll clear the way for you." The Young Miss ignored Nangong Suxin's words and pulled Nangong Su toward the inside...