Dog Brother transmigrates into Lin Pingzhi: The Tai Xuan Scripture suppresses all nations

The boy fell to the ground, his bottom throbbing with pain. He was both shocked and furious, but looking at Shi Potian's calm and collected demeanor...

Recalling how he had struggled to move his fist despite his best efforts, while his opponent had only used two fingers, his arrogance instantly vanished.

Liu Jing quickly stepped forward to help her younger brother up, then gave Shi Potian an apologetic bow:

"Young Master Escort, please forgive me. My younger brother, Liu Qin, has been spoiled by my father since childhood. He is ignorant of his place and has offended you. I hope you will be magnanimous and not hold it against him."

Shi Potian waved his hand: "I won't hold it against you. I wasn't exactly a hero to begin with."

Liu Jing said, "Little brother, look at that young hero Lin. He's famous throughout the land, yet he's still so humble. You should learn from him."

Liu Qin, helped to his feet by his sister, blushed and paled in turns. He had no choice but to abandon his previous disdain and arrogance, and lowered his head, managing to utter a muffled sentence:

"I have lost. You...you are indeed better than me. You are not just a name without substance. I admire you."

Judging from his tone, he still wasn't entirely willing to admit how capable the young head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) of the small Fuwei Escort Agency was.

Qu Feiyan said, "Sister Liu, it's getting dark, let's go inside and talk."

After saying that, he took Liu Jing's hand and entered the pavilion. Liu Qin followed behind Shi Potian, while sneakily looking at him.

Upon entering the room and seeing all the musical instruments, his eyes darted around, and he asked, "Young Master Lin, can you play the zither or the flute?"

Shi Potian shook his head. "I don't know how to play any musical instruments."

Liu Qin became smug again and boasted, "I can do every single one of them."

He picked up a bamboo flute and began to play. Liu Zhengfeng was a master of music, and all his children were proficient in music theory and could play various musical instruments with ease.

The clear, melodious sound of the xiao (vertical bamboo flute) drifted gently from Liu Qin's xiao. The sound was sometimes soft, sometimes soaring, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, and the breath remained perfectly steady amidst the rise and fall of the notes.

At such a young age, he has already reached a high level of expertise. Although he lacks the serene and melodious charm of the xiao (a type of vertical bamboo flute), he does possess the flavor of a young man forcing himself to write a poem to express his sorrow.

Even Shi Potian could tell that the singing was indeed beautiful.

Liu Qin's earlier embarrassment and frustration were now transformed into the spiritedness expressed in the sound of his flute.

After the music ended, the room fell silent.

Looking at Shi Potian's smug face, Liu Qin thought to herself, "You country bumpkin, what's so great about being good at martial arts? Can you even play the flute?"

Liu Jing was also happy for her younger brother. Although he was willful and reckless, he wasn't entirely without merit.

Qu Feiyan scoffed and said, "Liu Qin, what are you so smug about? Can you even play the 'Laughing at the World' tune?"

Liu Qin immediately deflated, like a frostbitten eggplant, and said dejectedly:

"That 'Swordsman Song' is the most difficult piece of music in the world. Its melody is complex and dramatic, with extremely fast and abrupt key changes, and the breaths are incredibly tricky. Apart from Father and Uncle Qu, no one in this world can play it..."

Before he finished speaking, Qu Feiyan chuckled and picked up another bamboo flute from the side.

"Then I'll show you what the 'Swordsman Song' really is."

She gently clenched her small, jade-like fingers, brought her lips close to the mouth of the flute, and with a breath, the faint sound of the flute emanated.

The sound of the flute began, clear and peaceful, gradually rising and falling, becoming soft and loud, until it was almost inaudible, yet each word remained clear.

Suddenly the melody changed abruptly, soaring high and clear like clouds, then falling low and murmuring like a spring. It was as if seven or eight flutes were playing at the same time, extremely complex and varied, yet each sound had its own rhythm and cadence, pleasing to the ear and touching the heart.

Even in the most difficult parts, though she played with great difficulty and difficulty, seemingly at a dead end, she eventually found a way out, and the sound of the flute flowed out without any hesitation or pause.

This piece, "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer," is intricate and perilous; ordinary musicians would fall silent after playing only half a verse, yet she actually managed to play it.

Liu Qin stood aside, dumbfounded, her face turning red and white in turns. The pride she had shown in music was now shattered, and she didn't even dare to raise her head.

He said, "When did you learn this? My father has never even played it completely."

"Just now, the young man didn't know anything about music. I originally wanted to try playing it and teach him to see if he could learn it quickly. I didn't expect it to actually work. It's a win-win situation."

Liu Jing was also full of amazement. She never expected that Fei Fei's music theory skills had reached such a high level without her even realizing it. She herself admitted that she was not as good as Fei Fei.

Having spent every day exploring music with Uncle Qu and Father, his achievements have far surpassed those of the Hengshan disciples.

As the song ended, its lingering melody echoed through the air, lingering for a long time.

Qu Feiyan put down her flute, glanced at Liu Qin sideways, and spoke with a hint of disdain:

"Now you know what it means to be outmatched?"

Liu Qin blushed deeply with embarrassment and couldn't answer a single word.

Just as everyone was still immersed in the sound of the flute, Shi Potian, who had been standing silently in the corner, suddenly spoke softly:

"This piece... seems like it could be played even better."

The moment those words were spoken, the entire room was filled with astonishment.

Liu Jing looked up abruptly, incredulous.

Liu Qin's eyes widened as if he had heard the funniest joke, and he sneered:

"Young Master Lin! I admit my martial arts are inferior to yours, but if you say you can play the 'Laughing in the Wind' tune, you might as well say you are more skilled than Dongfang Bubai."

He thought to himself:

"This piece is incredibly difficult; even someone who's spent half their life studying it can't play half a tune. How can someone who can't even play an instrument, a complete musical illiterate, learn it after just one listen? And he even claims he can play it better? There's a law to follow when it comes to bragging, isn't there?"

Qu Feiyan was slightly taken aback, then overjoyed. She wasn't angry at all that Shi Potian had said she hadn't played well enough. She handed over the flute and smiled.

"Little brother, I knew you could do it. Show me how big the gap is between people."

Shi Potian took the flute, his movements slightly awkward, but he remained completely calm.

He recalled Qu Feiyan's playing movements just now, the subtle changes in her breath, how she put the xiao (vertical bamboo flute) to her lips, and how she slowly sent her breath into the flute.

The next moment, the melody of "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" started playing again.

Without the slightest hesitation or hardship, the journey was smooth as if on flat ground. The melody shifted smoothly like flowing clouds and water, and the sound of the flute seemed to be its natural expression, not something blown out but something that grew out naturally, perfectly formed.

Liu Qin stood there, completely dumbfounded.

He had been immersed in music since childhood and had never seen anyone who could reproduce the most difficult piece of music in the world after hearing it only once, let alone someone who didn't even know how to play a single instrument before.

He actually did it? How is that possible? Absolutely impossible.

He must have been secretly taught by Uncle Qu long ago, or even be his closed-door disciple, but he pretended not to know anything just to humiliate himself at this moment.

Little did he know that the realm of Shi Potian's Tai Xuan Scripture was extraordinary and insightful, capable of perceiving the subtleties of everyone's internal energy circulation, let alone a piece of music.

After listening to Qu Feiyan's performance once, he had already mastered the rhythm, melody, and breath control. Where Qu Feiyan struggled, he could effortlessly achieve even greater skill and subtlety.

Therefore, the three people inside the room not only heard the meaning of "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer," but also saw "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" itself.

There is nothing that cannot be done in the face of this young man!

Qu Feiyan finally believed that the young man before her might truly possess the qualities of a saint.

Meanwhile, Liu Zhengfeng, who was in the flower hall, was stunned by the sound of the flute.