Xuanxia

Chapter 856 I don’t understand
After a stick of incense had passed, Fu Qingzhou finally reached the bottom of the stone steps.

Originally, after passing this long staircase, the tomb explorer would be able to know all the details of his life from birth to the present. This was the first test...to see one's true nature.

People's memories will be beautified by themselves. People often deliberately forget or embellish some of the bad things they have done in their minds to make them seem reasonable, or they do it for self-protection or to forget some things that have caused great trauma to their hearts, etc.

But if this is the case, it certainly does not count as “seeing oneself”.

If you can't even face your past, how can your mind reach a higher level?

Therefore, anyone who cannot pass this level may not be able to reach the bottom of the stone steps.

The first test at the tomb of the founder of Qiluo Palace is similar to the way of egoism.

Just like Jiang Baichuan... No matter whether his original choice was good or bad, at least he chose to face himself completely, and thus stepped onto a higher realm.

Fu Qingzhou had already experienced this process, so even if he skipped it, he would not have too many regrets.

“I wonder if there’s anything else behind…”

Fu Qingzhou murmured, "But they didn't tell me specifically, maybe they thought it wasn't a big deal for me?"

In that case, then never mind.

He strode into the first tomb chamber.

The tomb was filled with various funerary objects, and all of them were musical instruments, including guqin, konghou, jade flute, erhu, sanxian, and even suona...

Fu Qingzhou looked around and took another step forward.

Just take this step...

All the musical instruments around started playing music on their own!

These instruments are all playing the same tune at the same time, but in very different and ever-changing styles.

The guqin is low and melodious, like a distant mountain covered with smoke, outlining a series of light ink paintings, with a touch of sadness and nostalgia, that is the endless yearning for the past years;

The sound of the konghou is as clear and crisp as pearls falling on a jade plate, jumping with a hint of joy, and like the gurgling of a stream, washing away the dust of the soul and giving people hope and light;
At the same time, the jade flute and long flute sounded together, the melody was high and profound, just like an eagle soaring under the sky, free and unrestrained;
The sound of the erhu is low and mournful, like the whispers at night, telling unknown joys and sorrows, which resonates with people's hearts.
The sanxian is plucked with a brisk rhythm, with a bit of playfulness and vitality, like a bud breaking through the soil in spring, full of vitality and energy;
Needless to say, the suona is high-pitched and passionate, like a raging fire boiling oil, pushing all emotions to the peak, with both the heroic ambition and the tragic grandeur of life and death...

These instruments interweave together, sometimes low and sad, like crying and complaining; sometimes cheerful and bright, like singing and dancing; sometimes passionate and surging, shocking. They play a piece of music with extremely fluctuating emotions, from melancholy to cheerfulness, from calm to intense, and finally to relief and detachment, as if it is a microcosm of the various aspects of life.

"..."

Fu Qingzhou looked at the musical instruments that he played with great joy with complicated eyes.

Of course he could feel the emotions contained in these pieces of music, but...

He didn't resonate much.

Compared to the music played by Changsun Jiansu and Yijian Zhenqin, this music gave him the feeling that it was a bit too pretentious.

Just like the plots in movies that are deliberately arranged for sensationalism, they can indeed stir people's emotions, but if you want to immerse yourself in it, you have to follow its logic first and not think too much.

Unfortunately, Fu Qingzhou...he doesn't know much about music theory.

Not only do I not understand, I am totally tone-deaf!
If he were put together with the Smoker and Qingsongzi to sing together, he might be able to make the other two sing out of tune.

This also means that he certainly cannot immerse himself in the music, nor can he understand the "various aspects of life" in the music.

"very noisy."

Fu Qingzhou shook his head and continued walking forward.

As he moved forward, the emotions contained in the music became stronger, as if they were trying to stop him from moving forward, but to his ears... the sound was just louder and noisier.

"It seems a bit disrespectful to cover my ears... I'm just here to look for someone, not to raid a grave, so I have to give them some face."

Fu Qingzhou pondered for a moment and decided to hold on.

At this moment, something moved in his heart.

The music of other instruments remained unchanged, but at this time, the music of the guqin suddenly changed and became another song.

Normally, a sudden change of tune during an ensemble would disrupt the rhythm of other songs, but the tune played by the guqin at this time was perfectly in harmony with the other instruments, without a trace of dissonance.

More importantly, the tune it played became a tune of...question.

The melody seemed to be constantly raising questions, trying to explore Fu Qingzhou's thoughts and heart.

Fu Qingzhou...

He didn't notice any new meaning in the melody at all. He noticed something else. "Is there a spiritual vibration on this guqin?"

His eyes lit up.

A moment ago, these musical instruments were still dead objects; at this moment, they suddenly had spiritual fluctuations!

Is that the eighteen-year-old Huoyal?

Fu Qingzhou remained calm.

Since the other party has not shown up, there is no need to rush to alert him.

So he ignored the other person and continued forward. The music around him still had no effect on him.

The tomb was not big. Fu Qingzhou walked for twenty or thirty steps and reached the end. He came to the tightly closed stone door at the end of the tomb and wondered how to open it.

But at this moment, an anxious female voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"How can you be so rude!"

"How can someone like you be qualified to enter the ancestral tomb!"

The voice was clear and crisp, sounding like that of a young girl.

Fu Qingzhou looked strange and slowly turned his head.

I saw that behind the guqin that was playing with spiritual fluctuations just now, there was already a young girl.

She didn't look like someone from the Central Plains, and had some mixed-race features. She was extremely beautiful, with apricot curly hair draped over her shoulders, her snow-white skin half hidden and half visible under the tulle, and her eyes were so big that they were frightening.

No, Huo Yaer was so beautiful when she was young? Then why did she become such an ugly old witch later?

Appearance is determined by the heart.

Fu Qingzhou remained calm and smiled, "I'm already here, why am I not qualified?"

"Since you are a disciple of Qiluo Palace and there is music, why don't you sing along?" the girl asked with a frown.

Fu Qingzhou smiled.

It seems that the key to opening the door of this tomb is to be able to play harmonious music...

But he really didn't understand.

So he just shrugged: "But I don't understand."

After saying that, he squatted down in the shocked gaze of the girl and slowly inserted the ten fingers of both hands into the bottom crack of the stone door.

"Drink!"

Fu Qingzhou shouted loudly, and green light burst out around him!

But there was a loud rumbling and buzzing sound that made people's eardrums hurt, and the huge and heavy stone door was actually lifted up little by little under his full strength!
The girl was stunned.

Fu Qingzhou's strength now is incomparable to what it was before. His way of cultivation is different from that of other people in the world. When he was in the sixth realm, he could fight against those in the eighth realm and unleash a force that astonished the opponent, not to mention that he has already reached a higher realm.

He just lifted up the huge stone door and carried it on his shoulders!
"Hey."

Fu Qingzhou turned his head and smiled at the girl: "You are not very smart either. Look at me in this Taoist robe. Do I look like someone from Qiluo Palace? Hahahaha——"

As he smiled, he dodged into the next tomb chamber, let go of his hand, and let the stone door fall down with a loud bang.

It is not so easy to persuade the young Huoyal.

Changsun Jiansu said that the other party ran away as soon as he saw her, and there must be a reason for that.

So what you need to do is to arouse the other party's interest first.

Sure enough, when the stone door fell heavily, the expression of the girl sitting behind the guqin became complicated.

“Is this a Taoist priest?”

She murmured, "But he doesn't have any Taoist aura... No, there's no Confucian aura either! Who is this person? How could he go deep into the ancestral tomb?"

After hesitating for a moment, the girl bit her lip, and her figure gradually became illusory and finally disappeared.

(End of this chapter)