Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 1570 (One Thousand Five Hundred and Seventy) Sorrowful Sound

At this moment, Chen Wenyuan, standing alone in front of the snow-cold grass, was ready to transplant the snow-cold grass to the top of the mountain. At this moment, he thought: If the magic I used on those two people just now could be used without me seeing them at all, it would be different. In the future, even if someone comes to the mountain, I can use that method to make them leave. However, this magic seems to be able to be used only on people who can be seen directly with my eyes, which is a pity.

After Chen Wenyuan silently recited the spell and used the spell secretly, the white robe and the black robe turned in a circle, and after stopping, they went down the mountain by themselves. One of the conditions for Chen Wenyuan to use this spell is that the white robe and the black robe are within the range that Chen Wenyuan can see with his eyes. His spell cannot be used on people who cannot be seen directly with the eyes. Therefore, after Chen Wenyuan arrived at the mountain, even if he used the spell to find out that someone had climbed Jingxi Mountain, as long as the climber was not within the range that Chen Wenyuan could see directly with his eyes, Chen Wenyuan could not use this method to make the climber go back by himself. Even if Chen Wenyuan used some magic weapon or spell to "see" the appearance of the climber, as long as he did not see the climber directly with his eyes, he could not use that kind of spell to make the climber leave by himself.

After Chen Wenyuan used the magic ice stone to transplant the snow-cold grass to the top of the mountain, he cast a curse on the snow-cold grass.

He also cast a spell on Jingxi Mountain so that he would know if anyone went up the mountain.

When the sun set that day, Chen Wenyuan watered the snow-free grass, then picked up the Renqing Shakuhachi and began to play it while standing on the snow-covered mountain.

Even when he played sad music on the shakuhachi before, it was never as desolate as this time. Every note passed through the setting sun, penetrated the floating clouds, and rushed to the sky, telling of infinite heartache.

Although the heavy snow had stopped before and the sun came out later, it was still incredibly cold on the peak of Jingxi Mountain.

The music he played was also cold, and the whistling sound of the cold wind seemed to match the shakuhachi music he played, making an extremely sad sound echo over Jingxi Mountain that would make even the setting sun feel heartbroken and cry.

The setting sun slowly left, as if it would never rise again after setting.

Chen Wenyuan stopped playing, held the Lianqing Shakuhachi in his left hand, pressed the white dot on the shakuhachi with his index finger, and began to speak. He paused for a moment after each sentence, as if waiting for her response. He imagined what Shan Xiajing would say according to her habits, and then spoke again, following what he imagined Shan Xiajing would say. Back and forth, it seemed as if he had been talking to Shan Xiajing on the top of the mountain for a while with Lianqing Shakuhachi.

However, he kept realizing that Shan Xiajing's words were all imagined by him, and it felt like he was the only one talking to himself on the mountain from beginning to end.

Sometimes, he wished he could fool himself, but it seemed difficult to do so.

It was completely dark, and the index finger of his left hand gradually left the white dot on the shakuhachi.

In order to keep warm, he began to use magic again.

As soon as he used the spell, he remembered that he had the power passed down to him by Shan Xia Jing in his body.

At this time, he thought: No wonder I couldn't get a response from Xia Jing with the shakuhachi! She is clearly here, standing on this mountain with me! I didn't talk to her directly, but used the shakuhachi to contact her, and I just made movements and didn't use any magic. She must think I was joking, so she won't respond to me with the shakuhachi!
(End of this chapter)