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Chapter 20 The Heavenly Sounds of Yangzhou: A Dream

When it was Qiu Ziyue's turn to go on stage, the entire venue fell silent instantly, and all eyes were focused on this disciple from the Valley of Passion.

The sound of the zither began, as gentle and delicate as a spring breeze. Qiu Langyu opened the piece with the guzheng piece "High Mountains and Flowing Water," sketching a landscape painting.

Then, Qiu Wentian's flute joined in, sounding like a babbling brook or birdsong in the forest, adding vivid details to the scene;

Qiu Wenfeng's drumbeats, like thunder and lightning, infused the tranquil scene with immense power, symbolizing the grandeur of an impending storm.

A gentle spring breeze caressed the willow branches, and amidst a profusion of flowers, Qiu Ziyue took out her jade flute. With her back to the audience, her slender waist resembled a willow branch, and her figure was captivating.

Qiu Ziyue slowly raised the jade flute in her hand and placed it to her lips. Her fingers lightly pressed the flute holes, she took a deep breath, and gently parted her lips, releasing a clear and melodious flute sound.

The sound of the flute is like a clear mountain stream or birdsong in the forest, fresh and refined, making people feel relaxed and happy.

As the music flowed, the fragrance of flowers along the Slender West Lake seemed to grow even stronger, and even the air became softer.

The moment the flute music began, Qiu Ziyue silently recited the "Tao Family Mystic Arts." The incantation from the "Tao Family Mystic Arts" flowed gently from her lips, seemingly merging with the flute music.

At that very moment, several butterflies suddenly flew down from the sky. They danced and swirled around Qiu Ziyue.

These butterflies are brightly colored, and their wings shimmer with light, making them exceptionally beautiful.

Qiu Ziyue smiled slightly and continued playing the flute.

As she played, more butterflies flew in from all directions, weaving together in the air to create a beautiful picture, as if dancing for her.

The sound of the flute grew louder and louder, and suddenly a series of chirping sounds came from the sky. Hundreds of birds flew out from the forest and joined this wonderful event.

The entire venue seemed to have transformed into a fairyland, captivating everyone present.

The people of Yangzhou were also attracted by this beautiful sight.

"It's amazing how Twilight Sparkle's flute music can attract so many butterflies and birds!"

Immediately afterwards, Qiu Ziyue put away her jade flute and, like a purple lily in the wind, graceful, elegant, mysterious and noble, approached the guqin.

She gently stroked the strings, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then, with a light touch of her fingertips, the melody of "Yangzhou Dream" began to play.

This piece was composed by Qiu Ziyue, and she and her fellow students played it together. At this moment, it sounded like heavenly music, with the birds still rejoicing, some spreading their wings and flying high, and others circling low in the sky.

Their calls rose and fell, echoing the music.

As she played, the five notes of Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zhi, and Yu were clearly presented with extremely high pitch, as if each note had been carefully crafted.

Her piano skills had reached a level of perfection, and every fingering technique seemed effortless.

At this moment, her heart was not at peace. She thought of Tao Ling'er's last wish, and that Qi Yuxuan already had a fiancée, and that Qi Yuxuan's eyes only had Qi Yushuang.

When she thought about how she had done something illogical and misunderstood in front of so many people, her emotions were turbulent and unsettled.

As the performance deepened, Qiu Ziyue seemed to become one with the piano, each note flowing out like a babbling brook, captivating everyone's ears.

It possesses the vicissitudes of the martial arts world, the tranquility of the mountains and forests, the prosperity of Yangzhou, and the tender emotions, making the reader feel as if they are there, unable to extricate themselves for a long time, entering a world of emotions that is both grand and delicate.

The audience, including the other participating musicians, listened intently, completely absorbed in the indescribable ocean of music.

Even the surrounding flowers seemed to sway gently to the melody; the performance was so delightful and unforgettable.

Of course, this also includes Lu Yuanchangming, who sat quietly in the stands, seemingly indifferent.

Just as Qiu Ziyue was immersed in the world of music, something unexpected suddenly happened.

Suddenly, a man in black leaped out from backstage, wielding a gleaming dagger, and charged straight at Qiu Ziyue.

A gasp rippled through the audience as people stood up, and chaos ensued.

Although Qiu Ziyue felt a pang of anxiety, she did not stop playing.

Her gaze was resolute as she continued to pluck the strings, as if using the power of music to ward off this sudden danger.

The birds around were startled by the sudden accident and took flight.

At this critical moment, two figures rushed out like lightning and blocked Qiu Ziyue's path.

It was Qiu Ziyue's senior brother, Qiu Langyu, and that adorable little golden fox.

Qiu Langyu quickly drew the soft sword from his waist and engaged the man in black in combat.

Qiu Langyu was already tall and imposing, and now, with the soft sword drawn from his waist and his loose clothes, he appeared even more ethereal, surprising many spectators in the stands with his astonishing presence.

With lightning speed, Xiao Jinhu pounced on the black-clad assassin and snatched the knife from his hand.

At this moment, it was crouching beside Qiu Ziyue with the wary gaze of an elf, watching over her like a guardian angel.

Qiu Langyu and the black-clad assassin engaged in a fierce battle on stage.

Qiu Langyu's swordsmanship was as smooth as flowing water, and every move was full of killing intent. Although the man in black was strong, he gradually fell into a disadvantageous position under Qiu Langyu's offensive.

After several rounds of fierce fighting, Qiu Langyu finally found an opportunity and stabbed the man in black in the shoulder with his sword, subduing him to the ground.

The man in black groaned in pain as Qiu Langyu held him down firmly and shouted, "Speak! Who sent you?"

The man in black gritted his teeth and refused to speak.

At this moment, several guards rushed forward, preparing to take the man in black away.

The man in black bit down and opened the poison hidden between his teeth, dying instantly.

The officers and guards took the man in black away.

Qiu Langyu breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Qiu Ziyue.

At this moment, the female spectators in the audience were deeply shocked by this scene.

They had only come to enjoy a musical performance, but they never expected to witness such a thrilling battle.

What shocked them even more was that this senior disciple of the Valley of Passion, named Qiu Langyu, was not only ethereal and otherworldly, but also possessed such high martial arts skills.

A woman in a light blue dress gently covered her mouth and whispered to her sister beside her, "My goodness, this disciple from the Valley of Passion is so handsome!"

Another girl in pink chimed in, "Yes, he's not only handsome, but also incredibly skilled in martial arts. It's truly enviable."

The women nearby nodded in agreement and began to whisper among themselves:

"If I could find a husband like that, I'd be secretly thrilled for the rest of my life."

"Look at the way he saved people, he's so heroic!"

"He is not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also cares so much about his junior sister. He is a rare and good man."

Qiu Langyu seemed to notice the gazes of the female onlookers, but he just smiled faintly and didn't pay much attention to it.

In his heart, protecting his junior sister was the most important thing.

Qiu Ziyue acted as if nothing had happened and continued playing the guqin, while Qiu Langyu moved back to his original position and continued playing the guzheng.

As the music deepened, the sound became increasingly captivating, each note and melody seemingly telling an endless story, as if the assassination attempt just moments before was merely a backdrop for Qiu Ziyue's performance, making the competition even more exciting.

Lu Yuanchangming's brows gradually relaxed, and his eyes flashed with an unprecedented light. He finally understood why Qiu Ziyue came from the Valley of Passion; indeed, a great teacher produces a great student.

Applause erupted one after another, and Lu Yuan's applause, though not very loud, was exceptionally firm, as if he were cheering for this artistic beauty that transcended the mundane world.

Lu Yuanchangming knew that this piece was not just a performance, but a dialogue deep in the heart, a touch to the soul.

His reserved masculine and tender feelings were thus unlocked.

To find out what happens next, please read the next chapter.