Chapter 652 - 59: Plotting for Oneself, Plotting for the World, Divine Sword, Divine General_2
He would smile while buying candied hawthorn sticks, and watch ripples form as he fished.
He watched two children play, then played a zither, his zither sounds melodious and gentle, not as aggressive as a sword. Murong Qiushui said whatever tone he played could be expanded into a whole piece of music. He was skilled in delicate brush paintings, then folded the painting into boats and let them drift downstream.
The boats dispersed in the water flow, but the ink on the paper blurred, and instead of diminishing the painting’s divine charm, it added a feeling as ephemeral as misty clouds. Back then, many scholars would squat downstream, reaching out to catch the boats for the paintings, a beautiful scene in Jiangnan’s Tao.
Murong Qiushui stood before the courtyard for a long time before slowly walking in.
As summer arrived, the temperature was quite high, yet humid; lotus blossoms bloomed extensively in the pond while willow trees formed a shade, and the cicadas too languid to rant merely cried intermittinally, which was annoying.
Murong Qiushui picked up a stone and threw it, making a cicada fall with a clang.
After Old Si Ming had resolved her Dharma Form issue, she had relaxed a lot, her Primordial Spirit recovered to the Five-layered Heaven, allowing free circulation, and though she had never practiced any martial arts, her aim was still decent.
Murong Qiushui dusted off her hands, slightly proud as she said,
"That’ll keep you quiet!"
She was not the type to sorrow over the seasons; at this moment, annoyed that the old man and the young one had gone to Central State without her, she walked over but then noticed a wooden sword under an old tree.