When Du Yu entered the dreamworld of West Xia’s Flute for the third ti, he was already adept at mastering this realm.
"Her, Zhu Yingtai." Giant Du Yu stood between heaven and earth, extending a hand forward.
A white cloud not far away resembled cotton candy, shaped into the figure of a woman.
Beside giant Du Yu stood a massive girl.
She continued to play the Jade Flute, following the lody Du Yu had just taught, while her ethereal eyes gazed at the clouds in the sky.
This was their agreent; he taught her the flute tunes and narrated the stories behind the music.
In return, West Xia’s Flute would tell its own story.
"She was beautiful and intelligent, loved poetry and books, but the society at the ti did not allow won to show their faces publicly, so she could only disguise as a man to study outside."
Giant Du Yu waved his large hand, and the woman on the cloud was already dressed as a man. anwhile, a man appeared at the other end of the cloud.
"His na was Liang Shanbo. They t during their studies, imdiately got along, and traveled together."
The Flute Maiden quietly watched the two figures on the cloud, seeing them grow closer.
They studied together by day and shared a bed by night.
The Flute Maiden listened to the gently unfolding story, watching the figures on the cloud co together and drift apart.
Bound by fate and resentnt, knowing and accompanying each other, loving and promising, misunderstanding and forcing...
A romantic yet twisted and tragic story, within the transformation of clouds and Du Yu’s narration, finally reached its end.
"Liang Shanbo couldn’t propose successfully, fell into depression from illness, and eventually passed away in sorrow."
"Upon hearing the tragic news, Zhu Yingtai vowed to sacrifice herself. On the day she was forced to marry into the Ma Family, she insisted on passing through South Mountain to pay tribute at Liang Shanbo’s tomb."
On the white cloud, the two figures had already turned into one person and one grave.
The bride before the grave was mourning unfathomably, suddenly t with a stormy downpour; as the grave suddenly split open, the grieving woman hesitated not, plunging herself into it.
The sound of the flute quietly faded away at this mont.
The Flute Maiden stood beside Du Yu, looking up at the clouds, forgetting to play.
Du Yu also gazed at the clouds, the wind and rain gradually ceasing, leaving the world silent.
Suddenly, a pair of butterflies flew out from the grave.
In the story narrated by Du Yu, all characters, carriages, and horses were transford from clouds, like candy forming shapes.
Yet, this pair of butterflies were dazzling Dream Dance Fla Butterflies.
Under the sun’s rays, they scattered sparkling spots.
Fluttering, dancing, shadows following...
The Flute Maiden’s sorrowful face revealed a complex smile.
Her massive eyes gazed at the butterflies flying further away, remaining motionless for a long ti.
Slowly, she closed her eyes again, placing the long flute on her lips.
The lodious and twisting sound of the flute rose again, bidding farewell to this pair of loving and sacrificing souls.
And this ti, the "Butterfly Lovers" blown between her lips was no longer just a re lody but a story.
A touching and tragic story.
At the sa ti, within West Xia Park.
Cheng Feng slightly widened his eyes, Yang Qingqing was even more moved internally.
Having not heard any story, in fact, she stood quietly here all along, guarding Du Yu.
Yet this mournful and affection-filled flute sound completely enveloped her within West Xia Flute’s emotions.
From afar, a tall figure approached, crossing the street, and stood at the edge of the lawn.
His gaze was vacant, resembling a puppet, standing still, gazing up at the enormous Artifact Spirit.
The matter of Fu Jianzhou heading to West Xia Park had been reported to Cheng Feng and Yang Qingqing, whether from Li ngnan, Lin Shiwei, or the soldiers stationed in Xixia Town.
At Cheng Feng’s direction, no one stopped Fu Jianzhou from coming.
Seeing Fu Jianzhou’s state, Cheng Feng sighed deeply; compared to other drears, he was the first one in three months to be controlled by the sound of the flute.
Apparently, the West Xia Flute project will have its conclusion today.
Yang Qingqing, looking far at her disciple, felt so unease in her heart; after observing for a while, she turned her gaze ahead.
Besides the skirt of the young lady, Du Yu was still lying softly on the ground, imrsed in his dreams.
So... what exactly happened?
Regarding what happened, Du Yu was not quite aware.
The dreamscape he controlled suddenly transford, under the blue skies and white clouds, into a tranquil little town.
Jiangnan Water Village?
Before Du Yu was an old-fashioned residence.
Behind him was a small canal. On the distant stone arch bridge, people ca and went in a continuous stream.
Underneath the stone bridge, a boatman steered using a bamboo pole, guiding a small boat, slowly flowing away.
"Bang!"
The mansion’s front door suddenly opened, and a young man was thrown out, landing heavily on the stone road.
Amidst bursts of exclamations, people in the street scattered away.
"Get lost! This is the last ti! Don’t force to break your leg!" Several people looking like house staff walked out from in front of the door, face unfriendly, staring at the youth lying on the ground.
Due to the figures in the dream world being very vague, Du Yu couldn’t clearly see the young man’s appearance but could feel his pain.
The youth was likely beaten to the point of a bruised face, his movents to rise were struggling, his body slightly trembling, he raised his head to look at the mansion door.
Gradually, people in the street began to gossip.
It seed like they were very dissatisfied with such bullying behavior, but they only discussed quietly and did not rashly step forward.
"Woo woo~ woo~"
A sobbing sound ca from the courtyard, and imdiately, a Wolf Lake Dog was violently thrown out.
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