Chapter 311 - 173: The Flute Melody and the Youth

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An hour ago, just after Yun Sheng left for the town. Yun Canglang had just settled the Hunter Soldiers’ lodgings when he noticed Yun Sheng had not yet returned. He discussed with Zhou Quan whether to go to the nearby garrison of Marquis Weiyuan to inquire about any news. After the withdrawal of the Yun Family Army, Marquis Weiyuan took the opportunity to request a position from the Emperor of Great Zhou for his nephew at this location. While Yun Canglang and Zhou Quan were discussing, he suddenly heard a burst of enchanting music coming from the streets. Upon hearing the music, Yun Canglang felt a tremor throughout his body. A name that had been buried deep in his heart, long unspoken, invaded his mind. Shahua. It was the music that Shahua played for him as a way to thank him for saving her life when they first met. Since injuring his hands, Yun Canglang had never touched a musical instrument again. He also deeply buried his longing for Shahua in his heart. To cut off his feelings for Shahua, he constantly reminded himself of her deceit back then and that Shahua might have already been married to someone else. But all of these thoughts shattered in an instant when he heard that music. He couldn’t help but turn back to look for that familiar, yet painfully haunting silhouette. In the crowded crowd, he could not find Shahua. The music led him, making him involuntarily start walking, even leaving Nanya Town without having a chance to greet Zhou Quan and the others. The music carried him forward, and Yun Canglang also departed from Nanya Town. Yun Canglang was not riding a horse; he was just walking along the main road outside of Nanya Town. Yun Canglang, with his great strength of foot, unknowingly walked quite a distance away from Nanya Town, reaching a hill slope. At the end of the plain, there lies Southern Border City. Until he entered this cemetery. Yun Canglang, with hands behind his back, stood on the slope, looking distantly towards Southern Border City. His memory involuntarily drifted back to the scene eight or nine years ago, when he met Shahua. Thinking of her smiles while playing the lute, remembering the first time they met, Yun Canglang spoke to himself with bitterness. "Shahua, how have you been these years? You must have been married for many years now," Yun Canglang sighed. With great difficulty, he started descending the hill. On the opposite side of the slope, there was an endlessly stretching plain. The border is located in the southeast, where the vegetation is lush, but this plain alone seemed desolate. On the plain, without any trees, only grave markers were visible—this was the final resting place for the Yun Family Army, where his closest comrades lay. Unconsciously, a flute melody came to his ears. The flute sound, starting high then going low, engulfed Yun Canglang, who was lost in his memory, completely unaware. In his mind, a scene suddenly appeared. On the battlefield, flesh and blood were flying everywhere, countless soldiers fell one after another. "General, brothers are covering for you, hurry and leave," "General, take my corpse back to Yujing, give it to my wife," "General---hurry!" The flute music suddenly changed, from high to low, sounding like crying and weeping. By his ears, it was as if there were galloping hooves and incessant trumpets, and Yun Canglang’s eyes were shrouded in haziness. Memories came crashing like a torrential wave, and the originally enchanting music abruptly changed again. Already deeply immersed in the flute music, Yun Canglang painfully howled, and knelt down. In the graveyard, there now stood a man in a silver robe, his appearance otherworldly. If Yun Canglang were to look closely, he would find that this man bore an eight to nine resemblance to Yuan Shahua; this person was her brother, Yuan Bupo. Yuan Bupo looked distantly at Yun Canglang, seeing him clutching his head in great pain, his hands indeed had recovered. The pain he brought to his sister, he would today return it manifold. Yuan Bupo held a Purple Jade Flute in his hand, the design of the flute was very unique, his full lips pressed on the Purple Flute, music constantly flowed from beneath his lips. Emperor’s Song, Chapter Six, Life and Death Song, can evoke the darkest side of a person’s heart, immersing them in the painful memories of the past. Yun Canglang was completely submerged in it, in his eyes, there was only endless death. The sudden departure of Yuan Shahua, the brothers of the Yun Family Army falling one after another, and all this was because of him, the consequence of his defiance against Dihong City. "Let sister’s pain, be completely severed," Yuan Bupo’s flute music changed again, just as he planned to strangle Yun Canglang in the music, two figures swept in from the other side. "It’s General Yun!" Huang Que and Yun Sheng saw Yun Canglang in the graveyard, agonizing like a trapped beast, and they were both shocked. At the same time, they also noticed the man standing in the graveyard. The flute music from the man’s Purple Jade Flute was the source of Yun Canglang’s unbearable pain. Yun Sheng and Huang Que tried to approach, but as soon as they got close, they found themselves unable to move a step further. The two of them were merely a hundred steps away from Yun Canglang, yet they couldn’t take a single step forward. It was as if there was a wall added in front of them, and they couldn’t cross this barrier. This barrier was special, it wasn’t condensed from Magic Elements nor was it a Fighting Energy Wall. "It’s a sound wave wall, this person must be from Dihong City," Yun Sheng didn’t know what the young man’s intentions were, he didn’t even give them a proper look, as if he completely disregarded them. "What should we do? The General seems to be in great pain?" Huang Que was visibly anxious. "Huang Que, try playing the Emperor’s Song," Yun Sheng, sensing a premonition when she left with Huang Que, already suspected Yun Canglang’s sudden departure might have something to do with Dihong City. She just wasn’t sure if the individual had relations with Yuan Shahua or Xuan Wuji. This man, clearly was tormenting Yun Canglang, yet he didn’t seem to genuinely intend to kill him. Otherwise, during that period when Yun Canglang lost his ability to control himself, it would have been an opportunity to kill him. Huang Que nodded, ever since she learned the Emperor’s Song, she has been diligently practicing and has already grasped the second Chapter of Emperor’s Song. Her weapon choice was also very special; it was the Bone Zither left by her mother. Huang Que unstrapped the Bone Zither she carried on her back, she tuned and plucked the strings, her slender fingers moved on the strings. As the zither strings lightly hummed, a sound like a stream after a spring rain resonated from the zither. Emperor’s Song? In the graveyard, upon hearing the familiar melody, Yuan Bupo’s eyebrows raised, a hint of disdain grew in his heart. At the same time, he also felt a bit resentful towards Yuan Shahua, his big sister truly had genuine feelings for Yun Canglang, to the extent of instructing him the Emperor’s Song. It’s a pity, these ordinary people born outside Dihong City, how could they possibly comprehend the true essence of the Emperor’s Song. Today, let him, Yuan Bupo show these ordinary people what the real Emperor’s Song is all about.

Chapter 311 - 173: The Flute Melody and the Youth

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