Chapter 44

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Yue Yuan quickly left the room.

Although his words were just a seed, planting them in someone's heart was enough. At the most crucial moment, adding his own effort would definitely yield unexpected results. If it weren't for Xiaolongnü, he wouldn't have put in so much effort to help others.

Yue Yuan didn't think his actions were harmful; in his mind, this was to help Yang Guo regain the glory of his father.

Walking out of the room, the red handprint on Yue Yuan's face began to fade slowly. With his martial arts cultivation, such a handprint wouldn't stay on his face for long. Moreover, Li Mochou, the Immortal Lady of the Crimson Flame, hadn't used any special martial arts; it was just an ordinary slap.

In the corridor, Yue Yuan first looked around, then thought for a moment and knocked on Lu Wushuang's door, pushing it open and stepping inside. Since he had already seen Li Mochou on the roof, he knew that Lu Wushuang's senior sister, Hong Lingbo, must also be in the inn.

In the room, Lu Wushuang was sitting steadily on a stool, leaning against the table, her chin resting on her hand, lost in thought.

Only after Yue Yuan entered the room did Lu Wushuang react, lifting her head to glance at him.

"Miss Wushuang, have you seen your senior sister, Hong Lingbo?"

Walking to Lu Wushuang's side, Yue Yuan sat down casually and asked. Though his tone was questioning, it carried a hint of certainty.

"Hmm?"

"How did you know?"

Lu Wushuang was somewhat surprised, looking at the golden-robed Taoist with a hint of astonishment.

"I saw your master on the roof!"

Faced with Lu Wushuang's confusion, Yue Yuan replied, instantly resolving all doubts.

"Uh..."

"Was that flute-like sound you playing just now?"

Her eyes brightened, Lu Wushuang's face was full of excitement as she gazed at Yue Yuan, asking what was on her mind.

"..."

Yue Yuan blinked, looking at the crippled girl Lu Wushuang, whose emotions seemed unusually heightened, and was momentarily stunned.

That's not right!

According to normal thinking... shouldn't you be asking me about Li Mochou? Why are you turning to other things?

Yue Yuan didn't realize that while he was using his skills on the roof to charm the Immortal Lady of the Crimson Flame, the conversation between Lu Wushuang and Hong Lingbo in the room below had already changed. They had shifted from arguing about the Five Venom secret techniques to discussing the melancholic tune.

Although Lu Wushuang and Hong Lingbo had no particular musical talent and were just ordinary listeners who could only tell if a tune was pleasant or not, women, unlike men, are more emotionally sensitive.

Even if one of them was a Taoist nun...

Li Mochou, the Immortal Lady of the Crimson Flame, was an extremely melancholic person, and her habit of daydreaming had clearly been passed on to her two disciples.

To put it nicely, it was deep reflection; to put it bluntly, it was a daze.

Moreover, today was the anniversary of Lu Zhan yuan and his wife's death. Under the melancholic tune, Lu Wushuang's sadness was further intensified. The only difference between her and her master Li Mochou was the nature of their emotions.

Both were a mix of nostalgia and resentment, but the targets were different.

Li Mochou reminisced about the past and still harbored hatred even after the person's death.

Lu Wushuang, on the other hand, missed her parents and now resented her master, Li Mochou, even after their deaths.

"Uh, yes!"

Meeting Lu Wushuang's bright eyes, Yue Yuan pondered for a moment, then nodded, admitting that he had played the tune.

"Can you teach me?"

As soon as Yue Yuan spoke, Lu Wushuang proposed her idea again.

Teach you?

Yue Yuan was surprised. Even when he had admitted to teaching her lightness skills, it was he who had offered to teach her. Otherwise, this crippled girl would have just stood there, staring blankly, and never asked.

But now...

When did Lu Wushuang become so bold?

After all, after this period of time, with Yue Yuan's occasional discipline, Lu Wushuang had lost her initial stubbornness and sharp tongue. She was now quite obedient in front of him.

Looking at the crippled girl's expectant expression, Yue Yuan hesitated. He thought to himself, I practiced this tune specifically and combined it with the musical talent of the person I was imagining, using it to stir emotions in women... but why would a girl want to learn such a melancholic tune?

Do you want to stand in the sunset, looking up at a 45-degree angle, and feel melancholic?

Moreover, the crippled girl's life was already quite tragic. Adding a sad tune would only make it more tragic.

That won't do!

After some thought, Yue Yuan directly refused: "No!"

"Ah?"

Lu Wushuang was taken aback, completely unexpected his refusal. Before she could ask why, Yue Yuan continued, "How about this, a melancholic tune isn't suitable for you. I'll teach you a happier one!"

"A happier one?"

Repeating Yue Yuan's words, Lu Wushuang was quite surprised.

"Exactly!"

Yue Yuan nodded. He had already thought of what tune to teach her. "By the way, Miss Wushuang, do you know how to play the lute?"

"No!"

Lu Wushuang was taken aback, then shook her head.

"Can you play the jade flute?"

Lu Wushuang shook her head again.

"Zither?"

Lu Wushuang continued to shake her head.

"Guqin?"

Lu Wushuang's face turned red as she shook her head.

"Flute?"

Lu Wushuang lowered her head, almost burying it under the table, and still shook her head.

"..."

Looking at the crippled girl, Yue Yuan was completely at a loss. He thought to himself, this sudden desire to learn a tune must be a whim. When I taught you lightness skills, you at least had a foundation in martial arts.

But now...

What can you learn if you don't know anything?

Looking at the girl whose head was almost between her breasts, Yue Yuan was speechless. After a long pause, he asked, "What do you know, then?"

"Hmm..."

"Does whistling count?"

Seeing Yue Yuan's expressionless face, the crippled girl Lu Wushuang spoke in a low voice, cautiously. Her hands were constantly clenching and unclenching, and she pouted, whistling a tune that sounded like a call for a horse or a donkey.

"..."

Yue Yuan's laugh was devoid of emotion, sounding quite flat. However, meeting the girl's expectant gaze, he swallowed and took a deep breath, forcing a smile, "Good! Miss Wushuang, you indeed have talent!"

Lu Wushuang was instantly delighted.

...

Half an hour later.

In the room, Lu Wushuang was happily whistling, the sound echoing throughout the room.

If a modern person familiar with music were present, they would recognize the tune. It was Lin Hai's lute piece, "Huan Qin."

Yue Yuan sat expressionless at the table, eyes closed, tapping his finger to the rhythm of Lu Wushuang's whistling.

Knock, knock, knock!

A continuous knocking sound suddenly rang out.

"Go open the door!"

Opening his eyes, Yue Yuan glanced at Lu Wushuang, who was still practicing, and gave the order.

"..."

Nodding, Lu Wushuang whistled a cheerful tune, limped to the door, and pulled it open. With Yue Yuan present, she wasn't worried about her safety.

Then—

The whistling stopped abruptly.

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