Grudge Breaker

Chapter 289: Mars Guarding the Heart (Part )
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There were green grass all over the sky in front of me. Outside the western suburbs, Mo Tingfeng was leading a white horse, wearing a navy blue and jade brocade. A stunning woman walking beside him was wearing a bamboo-colored dress that fluttered like a painting, holding a kite in her hand. Who else could it be but Sang Pu?

He returned to the afternoon when he had fulfilled his promise with Sangpu to play pot-to-pot and fly kites.

Looking at the people around him again and again, and confirming again and again, Mo Tingfeng felt uneasy in his heart. It was Sang Pu, his Sang Pu.

"Mr. Mo, is there an answer on my face that can solve your doubts?"

Mo Tingfeng avoided her question guiltily, then met her smiling eyes seriously again.

"Yes, you are my answer."

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The wind is blowing in the grassland, which is a good time to fly a kite.

He loosened the reins, letting the white horse graze at its leisure, and then looked up to determine the direction of the wind.

"Here, give me the kite."

He let it fly and she pulled the string, and the kite rose higher and higher, until soon only a small dot remained.

Another gust of wind pulled Sang Pu to run after the kite unconsciously. Fearing that she would fall, Mo Tingfeng followed her closely and held her hand.

Sang Pu was startled at first and wanted to struggle, but when he saw it was him, he visibly relaxed and let him hold his hand.

Later, the kite was free.

He held her hand and they ran on the grassland. A few enchanting female laughs came from beside them. Mo Tingfeng was filled with sorrow and subconsciously looked towards the source of the voice. He was frightened at the first sight.

The person he was pulling turned into Qin Xueying without him noticing.

"Brother Feng, I'm so happy today. Can we fly kites together another day?"

"you you……"

He wanted to pull his hand back, but was held back by Qin Xueying. She smiled and looked behind Mo Tingfeng.
"Did you see everything?"

He turned his head in panic, and Song Weichen looked at the two people's tightly held hands with a pale face.

"micro……"

She shook her head and took a step back.

"slight……"

She stepped back slowly.

"No, it's not like that, Weiwei!"

She finally turned and left without looking back.

"Weiwei, listen to my explanation!"
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"puff!"

Song Weichen vomited a mouthful of blood, all of which sprayed onto the Heart-Confusing Harp.

In fact, she realized something was wrong as soon as she played a melody. Her fingers touched the strings, and every stroke felt like a knife cutting, but she couldn't stop.

There's something wrong with this string!

Normally, guqin strings are made of silk, but this is definitely not silk, or rather, not ordinary silk - with years of experience, she knows that the strings must be made of a very special material.

By the end of the second bar, Song Weichen's ears were filled with white noise. It was just as Qin Xueying said, all five tones were lost.

What's worse is that she found that there was something wrong with Zhuang Yuheng, Shu Xinglong, and even Mo Tingfeng. Their pupils, either black or white, had all changed color and looked extremely scary.

But she couldn't stop.

Her fingers had been cut by the strings and were bleeding, but it seemed that the strings reacted to her blood. When they rubbed against the blood, they no longer cut her hands. Although she still could not hear any sound, she was able to continue the song with the normal touch of her hands.

"Luanpo Tsou" has a total of ten bars. When the song is halfway through, almost all the strings that need to be touched in this song are stained with her blood. Her ten fingers are connected to her heart, and Song Weichen's heart is beating like a drum. She is in so much pain that she almost faints. She can only bite the tip of her tongue hard to stay awake.

At this point, she not only lost her five tones, but also began to lose her five senses.

She could no longer clearly see the state of the pupils of the people in front of her, and was not sure whether they were returning to normal. She only knew that she could not stop.

At this point, Song Weichen had roughly guessed the "pass key" to this piano. No matter what situation he encountered, he had to maintain the pitch and finish playing the song, otherwise it would never end.

Fortunately, all the strings were stained with blood. In the next five bars, as long as she focused, everything would be fine.

……

With four measures left,

"Snapped!"

If one of the strings of a zither breaks, even if the god of music were to come to the world, the music would probably be out of tune.

Song Weichen felt a sweet and fishy taste in her throat. She thought quickly and raised the key of the whole song so as to avoid having to use the broken string.

Finally, there is one last section.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two of the strings were broken, leaving only one, and it was impossible to maintain the pitch no matter what.

……

Everything seems to be a foregone conclusion.

She lost.

The so-called five senses are sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch.

At this time, Song Weichen could no longer see, hear, smell, or taste anything. She only had a trace of touch left. With this last bit of perception, she touched the only remaining string on the Heart-Confusing Harp.

He used hidden force with his fingers, and with a clang sound, Song Weichen took the initiative to pluck the last string.

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A harp without strings, a rhythm without sound, a man without hope. Song Weichen sat in the endless darkness, unable to distinguish between heaven and earth, the past and the present. In a trance, she felt that she was somewhat like the God of Creation, and all the vitality in the world was waiting for her to "create something out of nothing".

She suddenly laughed because she understood the mystery of the Heart-Confusing Harp.

Da Yin Xisheng.

The real music is in the silence, it can bring salvation to those who are destined to be with you.

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Song Weichen placed his hand on the stringless Heart-Confusing Harp and played the last section.

Following this section, the pupils of those who were listening to the music at the banquet gradually returned to normal.

Zhuang Yuheng watched as the great demon shed its phantom bones little by little and was reborn as himself.

Shu Xinglong finally reconciled with himself and stopped damaging his own soul.

Mo Tingfeng saw Sang Pu turned into Qin Xueying, and the grass and warblers turned into a mountain of magnolias.

……

Everyone present was shocked by what they saw and were immersed in it for a moment, unable to extricate themselves.

As the last note stopped, Song Weichen spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed on the Huoxinqin.

But the strange thing was that the strings were still there and her fingers were intact.

Before falling down, she saw Mo Tingfeng holding Qin Xueying's hand.

It's really seen.

"Weiwei, listen to my explanation!"

Mo Tingfeng appeared in an instant and hugged the dying Song Weichen, his face full of pain and heartache.

Song Weichen's eyesight has been restored, but some things in his heart seem to never come back.

At this moment, she felt that this embrace was as piercing as the guitar strings just now, which made her heart ache. However, she still had to maintain her dignity, so she forced a smile.

"I wish you... happiness."

He managed to utter the last words, his head drooping to one side, and he fell into true darkness.

"Wei...Sang Pu!"

Zhuang Yuheng rushed over, bent over to take his pulse, his brows furrowed more and more tightly. Song Weichen's condition was very bad. His heart pulse was weak, and his qi and blood were flowing backwards, but his physiological functions were circulating at a high level - like a machine running at full horsepower, but unfortunately the fuel tank was empty, and various parts running at high levels could not stop due to inertia, causing waste and wear. The situation was very bad.

If this goes on, she will die in a moment.

"Master Sikong, she has medicine on her!"

Li Qingshui reminded hurriedly.

Zhuang Yuheng did not respond, but reached out and half-grabbed Song Weichen from Mo Tingfeng's arms.

"Leave her to me."

Then he picked up Song Weichen and strode out of the woods. Being such a modest gentleman and polite as he was, he did not say hello to anyone.

……

Mo Tingfeng clenched his fists. He looked at Zhuang Yuheng's back and used up almost all his strength to stay where he was and not chase after him.

He couldn't leave. Everything was too unusual. Everything was wrong since last night in Qin Xueying's room. He had to figure out what happened. Otherwise, not only would he fail to save Song Weichen, but he would also likely implicate other people present.
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"Qin Xueying, what on earth do you want to do?"

Mo Tingfeng waved his hand and set up a barrier around the banquet in the forest. He looked coldly at the woman who was sitting at the main seat and was calm and composed from beginning to end.

She is still bright and beautiful, but her mind is unfathomable.

"Lord Si Chen is right. There is indeed something wrong with this zither. I intentionally installed the strings the wrong way around."

Qin Xueying was very calm.

Her words stunned everyone present. There is no front and back in the strings of a guqin. No one knew what the eldest princess was up to.

"To tell you the truth, this string comes from the Ousi Field of the Three Mulberry Trees."

Hearing Qin Xueying's words, Shu Xinglong was obviously surprised.

"There are three mulberry trees, all without branches, a hundred feet high. The daughter of the silkworm god kneels under the tree and holds the silkworm, so it is named the Silk Field."

"But hasn't that place been closed for tens of thousands of years? So this string-making thread is..."

Qin Xueying smiled faintly.
"Boss Shu is really well-informed. That's right. The silk used to make the strings comes from the last batch of silkworms before the daughter of the silkworm goddess transformed into a cocoon and retired from the mountains. Only the silk strings from the European Silk Field have positive and negative characteristics. The positive sine amplifies the original effect, while the negative sine suppresses the adverse effects."

"In other words, the wood of this zither is taken from the Fengqi Wutong tree of the Nanyu Sacred Mountain, and the strings are taken from the Ousiye of the Sanmulberry Tree of the Beishan Mountain. They are all transformed by the pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth, so they can penetrate the wisdom, resolve doubts and purify the mind. But... I deliberately installed the strings the wrong way because I don't dare to take the risk."

“Never trust human nature.”

“No matter who you are, as long as you have self-judgment, you will inevitably be subjective and self-righteous. Forget about seeing through other people’s hearts. Most of the time, we can’t even see through ourselves throughout our lives.”

Qin Xueying stood up and bowed to Mo Tingfeng.
"Xueying values ​​the bet with Lord Si Chen, and is willing to trust Miss Sangpu's zither skills and character, but to be frank, this is just my wishful thinking. There are so many distinguished guests at the banquet today, and I will definitely not use you all to gamble, so I will definitely install the strings in reverse, just in case, to prevent confusion."

"However, congratulations to Lord Si Chen for winning the bet. Only a person with a clear mind can play a complete piece of music. Since the beginning of the Heart-Confusing Qin, there are very few people who can complete the piece of music. Miss Sang Pu has a good way of playing the Qin and her character is like a fine jade. Lord, you didn't make a mistake in her."

"Xueying is fortunate enough to be able to listen to you today. It is also a blessing."

……

Mo Tingfeng looked at Qin Xueying coldly, and suddenly the corner of his mouth twitched and he sneered.

"The princess has said everything that is good and bad about it."

"I'm just curious now. Since the princess knows the origin of this zither so well and knows its pros and cons, why did she specifically ask Sang Pu to play the zither? I'm afraid the time of playing the zither was carefully calculated by the princess, right? If you ask me, the bet with Mo is false, and it's a deliberate setup."

A giant non-offensive sword appeared on his back, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Qin Xueying.

"Who are you and what is your purpose?"