The wedding was livestreamed by the sister, revealing his identity as a Taoist priest.

Shen Nianqing walked to the table.

The dark purple Nine Heavens Phoenix Melody Zither lay silently.

She pulled out a chair and sat down calmly.

Raise both hands and gently place them on the strings.

A chilling sensation ran through my fingertips.

Shen Nianqing did not understand magical artifacts.

She could not see the golden-red light flowing inside the instrument, nor could she sense the lingering murderous aura on the strings.

She closed her eyes.

There was no deep breath, no initial movement.

The fingers plucked the first string.

"bite."

His voice was a little hoarse.

The second one, the third one.

The notes flowed together.

It lacked Su Qingluan's overwhelming spiritual pressure and soul-piercing killing intent.

Shen Nianqing played an unknown Jiangnan folk tune.

The finger technique is not complicated; it can even be described as the most basic hook and flick.

She had no musical score in her head.

She thought of Chen Shidu.

The man wearing a camouflage T-shirt, sitting in the Shen family's courtyard.

The sun was shining brightly that day.

The Longjing tea on the coffee table had gone cold. He picked it up and drank it all in one gulp.

He spoke very little, his head bowed as he peeled walnuts.

After peeling one, I placed it on the small dish in front of her.

The fingers have rough lines left by years of wind and sun exposure.

She remembered the text message he had sent her.

"I miss you as well."

Four characters, without any punctuation.

Shen Nianqing's lips unconsciously curled up into a smile.

The sound of the piano filled the hall.

There was no stirring of great storms, no sorrow of life and death separations.

It's all about the mundane details of daily life, the comforts of everyday necessities.

The musical notes fell from the dome, filling every corner of the concert hall.

The coldness and frenzy that had filled the air gradually dissipated with the gentle melody.

Old Li knelt on the ground, his face frozen, tears streaming down his face.

The sadness in his eyes faded.

He blinked, refocusing his gaze.

As he listened to the music, a summer night from many years ago came to mind.

His mother sat on a bamboo chair in the yard, fanning herself with a palm leaf fan, and handed him half a slice of watermelon chilled in well water.

Old Li supported himself on the ground with both hands and slowly stood up.

He brushed the dust off his knees, his eyes crinkling into a peaceful smile.

The wealthy businessman next to him stopped wailing.

He loosened his grip on his tie, somewhat embarrassed, and wiped his nose. Then he straightened his suit jacket and plopped back into his chair.

He remembered the afternoon when he earned fifty yuan on his first day setting up a street stall, and bought a bowl of shredded pork noodles with two fried eggs.

The retired cultural bureau chief stopped grabbing at things haphazardly.

Leaning back in the chair, with his eyes closed, he gently tapped his fingers on the armrests of the chair, following the rhythm of Shen Nianqing's piano playing.

Throughout the concert hall, hundreds of celebrities who had been trapped in a hallucination gradually came to their senses.

There was no fear, no anger.

On everyone's face was an expression called happiness.

Shen Xingzhou was panting heavily.

I've regained control of my body.

He wiped his forehead; it was covered in cold sweat.

Turning to look at his younger sister sitting at the table playing the piano, Shen Xingzhou grinned.

Chen Xiaoyu crawled out from under the table.

He rubbed his sore knee and grabbed his phone, which had fallen onto the carpet.

The screen has a crack, but it doesn't affect the live stream.

The style of the comments in the live stream has completely changed.

[It sounds so good; as I listened, the corners of my mouth turned up in a smile.]

[This is unbelievable! When that woman was playing the piano, I felt like someone was holding a knife to my throat. Now I feel like I'm lying on a warm kang (heated brick bed) back home.]

I thought of my ex-girlfriend. Even though she cheated on me, the towel she used to dry my hair smelled so good when we were sheltering from the rain that summer. I forgave her.

I thought of my 60-year-old girlfriend. She promised yesterday that she'd take me to pick up my Porsche tomorrow. Just now I felt like I'd sold my soul, but now I think, this is love! So blissful!

[Something's off about you upstairs! But I actually find what you said makes sense!]

[This is real music! No showing off, just pure emotion! My sister-in-law is on fire!]

Lin Keke leaned closer to the screen, looked at the comments, and burst out laughing.

"Xiaoyu, your sister-in-law's piano playing is so good, it's like she's unlocked the full potential of all these netizens."

Chen Xiaoyu proudly raised her chin.

"Absolutely, my sister-in-law is the best in the world."

The edge of the stage.

Su Qingluan stood still.

The dark red Taoist robe hung quietly at his ankles without any wind.

She stared intently at Shen Nianqing.

Her red lips were tightly pressed together, and her nails dug into her palms.

There was no fluctuation of spiritual energy.

Not a single bit.

Her cherished illusion, the murderous sounds she had cultivated over ten years, were all washed away by this lifeless Jiangnan folk tune.

Su Qingluan sensed the change in her state of mind.

The unease, resentment, and jealousy that had lingered in my heart for years were forcibly soothed the moment I heard the music.

Looking at the faint smile on Shen Nianqing's face.

She suddenly understood what Shen Nianqing had just said.

"I understand what kind of home he wants."

Su Qingluan's eyes became extremely complicated.

She cultivated Taoism for ten years, slaying demons and monsters, pursuing the ruthless Tao.

But Chen Shidu, the once-in-three-hundred-years Celestial Master, didn't want the lonely, isolated summit.

What he wanted was the simple, down-to-earth quality in Shen Nianqing's zither music.

The old Taoist priest Qingxu stood behind Su Qingluan.

His eyes widened, and his beard twitched.

He looked at Shen Nianqing, then at the Nine Heavens Phoenix Melody Zither, and gasped.

"My goodness..."

Qingxu screamed wildly in his heart.

"This girl is just a mortal! A mortal who doesn't even have the ability to sense qi!"

"This music contains no spiritual power, yet it possesses a harmonious and profound artistic conception!"

"Just a hair's breadth away! Just that tiny bit more, and this music would have directly led to enlightenment!"

Qingxu swallowed.

Thinking of those old monsters in Taiqing Palace who secluded themselves for decades in pursuit of this state of mind, most of them eventually went mad.

Now, a 24-year-old worldly girl played a folk tune, and her state of mind was directly comparable to that of a Taoist master.

"Celestial Master! Celestial Master..."

Qingxu prayed silently in his heart.

"Your eye for choosing a wife is even more discerning than your eye for choosing a magical artifact."

in the hall.

The sound of the zither gradually faded.

The last note fell.

The lingering sound echoed around the beams, lingering for a long time.

The entire Jianglan Cultural Center was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

There was no applause.

Everyone was still immersed in that quiet happiness and did not want to break the tranquility.

Shen Nianqing removed her hands from the strings and stood up.

The black velvet maxi dress accentuated her straight back.

He didn't look at the celebrities in the audience, nor at Shen Xingzhou, whose eyes were red with emotion.

He slowly turned around.

His gaze crossed a meter and met Su Qingluan's complex eyes.

Their eyes met.

She looked at Su Qingluan, her tone calm, yet every word carried immense weight.

"I don't know this song."

"Has it caught my junior sister's eye?"

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