A master of comedy!

Chapter 132 Heart Harp
The guqin has become a spirit, using its melodies to distinguish between good and evil.

Zhou Sheng was surprised that Jinse completely believed him without him having to explain. There was no hostility in her pure eyes, only unreserved trust.

"Come with me."

Jinse stepped forward to the wall of the dungeon, lightly touched the ground with her toes, and gracefully flew up, her icy ribbons fluttering like butterflies.

With a gentle tap of her slender fingers on one of the top blue bricks, a dent appeared.

Then, the wall rotated, revealing a pitch-black tunnel.

The zither fell silently to the ground, and the moon-white brocade boots were spotless.

She glanced back at Zhou Sheng, then took the initiative to go inside first, as if to prove that the tunnel was safe.

"Follow up."

Zhou Sheng first used the Luoshu divination method to determine whether the outcome was auspicious or inauspicious. Only after confirming that there was no danger did he step forward and follow.

It's not that I doubt Jinse; she helped him and Boss Feng before, so she must have been well-intentioned. But she's just too mysterious.

The tunnel in her room and the murderous intent hidden in the music all proved that she was far more than just a musician.

But perhaps today, the veil of mystery surrounding her will be lifted.

As soon as the two stepped into the tunnel, the mechanism automatically shut off, and everything returned to normal.

"Stay close to me, don't stray too far. There are many forks in the road here, be careful not to get lost."

Jinse urged him on from ahead, and Zhou Sheng quickened his pace, following closely behind her. He saw the moon-white dress clinging tightly to her graceful body, outlining her slender and elegant curves.

A gentle breeze wafted through the tunnel, carrying a familiar, delicate fragrance.

Zhou Sheng felt a slight stirring in his heart. It wasn't recklessness, but rather because he recognized the fragrance as the same scent he had smelled when he broke through to the next realm and opened his nasal passages.

When he smelled the fragrance, he almost lost control of his mind and could not resist. Fortunately, he heard the "Pure Heart and Universal Benevolence Mantra" played by Jinse through his supernatural hearing, which enabled him to break through to the next level.

It turns out that she was the one who made him lose his mind, and she was also the one who brought him peace and tranquility.

"Thank you, Miss Jinse."

He smiled slightly and suddenly said.

Why are you thanking me?

Her clear voice was like a wind chime, and even her doubts sounded like the soft, gentle Wu dialect of the Jiangnan water towns, like a piece of music.

Thank you for your trust.

“I am Qin, and I can tell that you are not thanking me for this.”

Zhou Sheng was taken aback, his expression strange. Could he even tell from that?

He suddenly realized that he must not speak easily in front of Jinse, because his voice could not be disguised and was completely naked in her ears.

Why aren't you saying anything? Are you too scared?

Jinse asked without any hesitation. Despite being an expert in playing the guqin, she had no understanding of social etiquette and asked whatever came to mind.

"Cough cough!"

Zhou Sheng coughed twice, somewhat awkwardly.

"Oh, you said you're afraid of being naked in front of me, exposing all your innermost emotions, especially those you're ashamed to talk about but that you find somewhat exciting—"

"Miss Jinse, have we arrived yet?"

Zhou Sheng's forehead was almost sweating, and he quickly changed the subject. "No, he only coughed twice. How did you hear so much from his words?"
Horror!
It's a real shame that someone with that ability isn't a spy.

No, Jinse's infiltration of the General's Mansion is, in a sense, similar to being a spy. Zhou Sheng just doesn't know what her purpose is.

Jinse glanced at him with a half-smile, but then stopped in her tracks.

"arrive."

Zhou Sheng looked ahead and saw what appeared to be a dead end. "This is a Dragon-Severing Stone. If only we could open it, it would be great. Unfortunately, I've come here to explore several times but haven't found any mechanism."

"The biggest secret of the General's Mansion is hidden inside."

As she spoke, she began to explore again, gesturing for Zhou Sheng to help.

But Zhou Sheng remained unmoved, his eyes flashing as he gazed at the heavy, broken dragon stone.

"You're not trying to force your way through this door, are you? It won't work. This Dragon-Slaying Stone is incredibly hard. Legend has it that it was formed from the spinal cord of a true dragon after it died. Unless you have the cultivation to transcend the Heavenly Tribulation, you can forget about doing anything to this stone."

"Moreover, there is a formation here that specifically counters earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a type of magic that can be used to escape through the earth), so even digging a tunnel won't work."

Zhou Sheng smiled slightly and said, "Miss Jinse, could you tell me everything? Perhaps I can find a way to get you in."

Jinse's beautiful eyes lit up; she had already realized that Zhou Sheng was not lying.

He really does have a way!
"So what do you want to know?"

"Everything, including your origins, purpose, plans, and... everything you know about the General."

Zhou Sheng had a vague premonition that the layers of mystery surrounding the General's Mansion might be completely unveiled today.

He could naturally use the Luoshu to divine, but if he could know everything without consuming energy, why not?
First, gather as much information as possible; if you can't gather enough information, use the Luoshu (洛书) to fill in the gaps.

Just like a jigsaw puzzle, Luo Shu's task is to find the most crucial pieces; the rest you have to find yourself.

Only in this way can we maximize the use of limited energy.

Jinse thought for a moment and said, "This matter is too long to tell, it's been more than a hundred years. How about this, I'll play a piece of music for you, you can relax and you'll naturally see everything."

"But... do you believe me?"

Zhou Sheng nodded and said, "I trust you, but be careful that others don't overhear the music."

Last time, he used his supernatural hearing ability to hear the Pure Heart Universal Benevolence Mantra. It's hard to guarantee that others won't use their supernatural hearing ability to hear the music that follows.

"Don't worry, the piece I'm about to play will be played using the Heart-Qin Method."

Xinqin?

A hint of doubt flashed in Zhou Sheng's eyes. Before he could ask, Qin Se had already sat cross-legged, placed the Jiao Wei Guqin across her lap, lowered her eyes, and her aura changed.

Her jet-black hair moved without wind, her white clothes fluttered, and in the dark tunnel, her skin suddenly shone with a jade-like light, as bright as a silver plate under the moon.

In his eyes, Jinse's aura suddenly changed, becoming holy and ethereal, otherworldly and transcendent. Although she was sitting right in front of Zhou Sheng, she seemed as distant as a cloud in the sky.

She raised her slender, jade-like fingers, her fingertips seemingly drawing out streaks of moonlight, and gently plucked the strings.

Strangely, Zhou Sheng couldn't hear anything.

The music came from the depths of his heart.

What the ears cannot hear, only the heart can perceive.

Is this the method of the Heart-Playing Music?
He took a deep breath, relaxed, and let himself gradually immerse himself in the beautiful music.

The sound of the zither grew louder and louder in his heart until he was momentarily dazed, and a series of images appeared in his mind.

……

"Jinse, Jinse, although I play the Soothing Melody for my father every day, I still can't extinguish his heart, which is blackened by worldly desires. You tell me... he was once a poor commoner, why did he forget everything once he gained power?"

"Slaughter cattle and sheep, prepare wine and food, open the city gates to welcome the rebel king, and when the rebel king arrives, no more taxes will be levied."

"Jinse, the people used to sing this song to welcome Father's army, but now they sing a different song."

"Locusts devour seedlings, bandits feast on human flesh; I'd rather suffer a locust plague three feet thick than see the bandit's flag fluttering for ten miles..."

Zhou Sheng felt as if he had become a guqin (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument), and the woman playing the instrument was whispering to him, her voice full of sorrow.

……

(End of this chapter)