jdhmnovel Chapter 286: The Voice Flowing from the Heart
Chapter 286: The Voice Flowing from the Heart
Following the stories told by insiders, people seemed to be brought into an ancient and mysterious world, witnessing the legendary bet with their own eyes. And Shen Xing, as the protagonist of this illusion, was given a special meaning and mission.
"Could it be that Shen Xing is really the reincarnation of Xinghui?" Someone couldn't help but ask, his tone full of surprise and expectation.
"Who can tell?" The insider shook his head and sighed, "But no matter what, Shen Xing was able to recreate the ancient bet in this illusion, which is enough to show that he and the Four Gentlemen Gods have an indissoluble bond. Perhaps this is the arrangement of fate."
People nodded and looked at Shen Xing with even more awe and curiosity.
As the insider finished his story, different voices emerged in the crowd, and many people expressed confusion and doubt about the old man's words.
They believe that an ancient zither, no matter how precious it is or what story it has, is unlikely to be the object of a bet between two gods. Such a plot sounds more like a fictional legend than a real historical event.
"It's just a guqin. How could it be worth two gods making such a fuss?" Someone shook his head with disdain.
"Yes, this kind of bet sounds too frivolous and does not suit the identity and status of a god." Another person echoed.
Others questioned more directly: "Is this just the old man's imagination? Or is it just a rumor he heard from somewhere? It is totally unbelievable."
Faced with these doubts and misunderstandings, the old man seemed helpless and lost.
He is well aware that the stories he tells may be too distant and bizarre for modern people to accept easily.
But he also firmly believes that this legend is not groundless, but has deep cultural roots and historical background.
"You may find it incredible, but this is an ancient legend." The old man said earnestly,
"In that era, people's pursuit of art, wisdom and emotion was pure. For the zither god Lingyin, a zither is not just a musical instrument, but also a place for his soul to rest and an expression of his emotions. The star god is known for his extraordinary wisdom and insight. The bet between them is not only a recognition of each other's talents, but also a respect for the cultural value carried by the zither."
Although the old man's explanation sounded reasonable, some people in the crowd were still skeptical.
When Ling Zun heard this, a hint of surprise and deep thought flashed in her eyes. She looked at Shen Xing again, and became more curious and concerned about his identity.
Shen Xing was able to defeat evil spirits on his own and even find the tidal conch. These extraordinary achievements forced her to re-examine this seemingly ordinary young man.
Seeing this, Xingzhi Shenjun continued to speak softly to Lingzun:
"Regarding Shen Xing, I have indeed not yet completely confirmed his identity, but the connection between him and these ancient legends is something I cannot ignore. As for Xinghui, as you know, he is an ancient god, and his reputation and wisdom have long been praised in the God Realm."
"The bet between the Lute God Lingyin and the Painting God Xinghui is not just about a zither," said Lord Xingzhi with some respect in his tone, "it is a gamble concerning the well-being of the common people. They are betting on the chance to save the lives of all living beings in the world. They are using their supreme divine power and wisdom to fight for a glimmer of hope for the world."
Having said this, Lord Xingzhi paused slightly, as if he was recalling the ancient story.
"My good friend Qingye once said that the Qin God had actually won the bet. For the sake of world peace and tranquility, he was willing to die first and merge his soul into the world, turning it into a protective force. This is why we now have the heavens and enjoy this peace and prosperity."
After hearing this, Ling Zun's eyes flashed with complex emotions, including admiration for the sacrificial spirit of the Qin God Lingyin, as well as curiosity and expectation about Shen Xing's identity.
"So, what is the connection between Shen Xing and all this? Is he the reincarnation of the ancient god, or is he an existence carrying some special mission?"
Xingzhi Shenjun shook his head, his tone revealing a hint of helplessness and uncertainty. "This is also what I don't know at the moment.
But the appearance of Shen Xing and the extraordinary abilities he has demonstrated make it impossible for me to ignore the subtle connection between him and these ancient legends. Perhaps, as time goes by, we will gradually uncover the secret of his identity. "
The two looked at each other and turned their attention back to the illusion.
In the illusion, Shen Xing slowly opened his eyes, with a determined light in his eyes. "Senior, I guess there is a legend about protection and sacrifice hidden behind the Biluo Guqin.
Perhaps, a thousand years ago, a brave immortal sacrificed himself to protect the peace between heaven and earth, and injected his soul into this thousand-year-old phoenix tree. And you, through this guqin, continue to inherit the will and emotions of that immortal, soothing people's hearts and deterring demons with the sound of the guqin."
Lingyin's eyes flashed with surprise and relief when he heard this. He didn't expect Shen Xing to be able to comprehend the deep meaning behind the Biluo Guqin so quickly.
"Shen Xing, you are indeed very wise. I will give you this Biluo Guqin today. I hope you can use it to play more moving music and pass on the power of love and peace."
After saying that, Lingyin waved her sleeves lightly, and the Biluo Guqin flew automatically into Shen Xing's hands as if it had a spirit.
Under the expectant gaze of the Spiritual Sound God, Shen Xing took a deep breath, slowly raised his hands, and gently placed them on the strings of the Biluo Guqin that were glowing with a warm and lustrous luster.
His eyes flickered with a mixture of hesitation and determination, as if he was having a conversation with a voice deep in his heart.
"Can I really do this?" Shen Xing whispered. Although his voice was small, it revealed a firmness that could not be ignored.
The piano god Lingyin smiled slightly, and that smile was like the warm sunshine in spring, penetrating the haze in his heart. "Believe in yourself, the piano is self-expression, and the real music is the sound flowing from the bottom of your heart. Close your eyes and feel it."
Shen Xing closed his eyes as he was told, silently expressing his gratitude for life in his heart.
When he opened his eyes again, his eyes had become unusually clear and deep.
He plucked the strings lightly, and the initial awkwardness was gradually replaced by fluency, as if an invisible force was guiding him, establishing an indescribable tacit understanding between him and the Biluo Guqin.
As the piano music became more and more exciting, Shen Xing's body began to undergo subtle changes.
His silver hair fluttered gently in the breeze, as smooth and powerful as a mountain waterfall;
The mercury-colored gown dances in the wind, and the dots of ink on it seem to have life, sometimes turning into birds soaring in the sky, sometimes turning into fish swimming in the deep sea. Moreover, the upright trees and the delicate flowers bloom one by one between the sleeves, like a flowing landscape painting.
At this moment, Shen Xing is no longer an ordinary person.
He seemed to have transformed into the ancient god Xinghui. His cold and mysterious temperament made people feel awe involuntarily.
His face was as flawless as a sculpture, and his eyes revealed a wisdom and indifference that transcended the world.
It seems to be able to see into the essence and mystery of all things in the world.
"Is this the gratitude from the bottom of your heart?"
The zither god Lingyin asked softly, his voice sounding even softer and deeper against the backdrop of the zither music.