Out of fear of death, Invest Everything into Health-Chapter 241 - 134: Rain Dragon, Resounding Heavenly River (10,000 Words Delivered!)

Chengming asked, "Have you ever played 'Dragon Rain River Sound'?"

"No, I only remember the melody and the score."

"Have you ever had any performance experience?"

"No, I've never played a piece."

Chengming was a bit disappointed, "Alas, if you can't perform it, what's the use of remembering it?"

"I can learn to play it."

Chengming shook his head, "It's not as simple as you think. Back when my wife, Nian Shu, went from obtaining the 'Dragon Rain River Sound' Dao inheritance to successfully playing it for the first time, it took her a full hundred years. She was a very rare 'Heavenly Music Body,' with an extraordinary sense of music, able to play any piece perfectly after hearing it just once. Even under such circumstances, it still took her a full hundred years to learn."

Fan Wubing paused, "Is it that difficult!"

"The 'Dragon Rain River Sound' is an inheritance of the Great Dao. To learn it means to fully comprehend an Acquired Dao."

Fan Wubing recalled the melody of the 'Dragon Rain River Sound'... No matter how he thought about it, it didn't seem like something that would take a hundred years to learn. Could it be that the difficulty in reality is worlds apart from that in a game?

Chengming continued, "And that Dragon-Soothing Sound, I can no longer play it."

"Why?"

"Much has happened in these three hundred years. Once, in high spirits, I could do it, but now... I can't. Perhaps it's because I've lost my spirit and am no longer worthy of the Dragon-Touching Immortal Bell's favor, or maybe it's the restless heart and unsteady Dao... In any case, I'm not what I was back then."

"The Dragon-Touching Immortal Bell..."

Chengming shook his head, "These words should stay here. Don't say anything outside. Great Li is like a taut string now; any restless event could cause a great tremor. If this string breaks, chaos will ensue."

Fan Wubing took a deep breath and laughed, "Master Cheng. I believe that we who cultivate immortality should look forward, not worry about the difficulties, and just strive to overcome them. The path of immortality is inherently an act against the heavens. Every moment, every deed is a struggle with heaven and a contention with others. Perhaps this is a miracle, a miracle continuously occurring since we stood on this land and gazed at the starry sky above."

His gaze was distant, his expression serene, "Have I not also faced the same situation as Master Cheng? Life is full of hardships, and all we can do is encourage each other."

Chengming stared blankly at Fan Wubing.

At this moment, he felt the young man in front of him seemed like someone who had endured great hardships and even saw through life and death. In Fan Wubing, there seemed to be a spiraling mix of youthful energy and mature aura, constantly elevating his will to greater heights.

Fan Wubing bowed, "Master Cheng. I will strive to learn the 'Dragon Rain River Sound,' and please, Master Cheng, don't give up. If you've lost your spirit, then find it again; if your heart is restless, then let it go."

Chengming was lost in thought for a long time and suddenly laughed out loud, laughing so joyfully as if he hadn't laughed this way in centuries.

He laughed until tears fell, saying both sadly and happily, "How sad, how sad, that I, Chengming, no... I, Li Ming, have fallen to the point of being lectured by a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. But fortunately, I waited, and fortunately, you came. How fortunate, how fortunate. Young man, just with this mindset, you are already above me. I've been stagnant here for three hundred years; my body has aged, not as vigorous as back then. But I must hold my breath this once and play that Dragon-Soothing Sound."

"Master Cheng..."

"No need to say more. I'm not so fragile as to be like a little girl." His temperament seemed to change, giving Fan Wubing the feeling of becoming slightly younger.

He was about to say something when he suddenly furrowed his brow, looked into the distance, and immediately said, "Someone's coming to find me. Young man, it's not convenient for you to stay here long. Leave quickly. Come again tomorrow."

"Okay."

Fan Wubing knew someone must have arrived.

He didn't linger, said his goodbyes, and left swiftly.

The rain curtain descended from the high sky, drenching the streets and alleys of Buxu City.

This time, it really was raining.

Shilong Lane rose with a thin mist, the intense sound of rain clashing like the clash of weapons, and the few pedestrians hurried home. Soon, the alley became very quiet, and all the shops began to close.

General Director Ji Wenrui of the Fuxian Bureau stood in the rain-drenched alley. Despite the heavy rain, not a drop marked him. After standing for a moment, he walked into the Three Flavors Blacksmith Shop.

"A rare guest. Last time you came was three hundred years ago, wasn't it?" Chengming treated himself to a bowl of noodles, rewarding a day's hard work.

Rising steam hid his face.

"I'll wait for you to finish." Ji Wenrui stood aside.

He looked very cultured and elegant. At first glance, others would think he was a middle-aged scholar with achievements in the Literary Dao.

Not leaving a drop of soup, Chengming finished the noodles, then went to the backroom to wash the pot and bowl. After cleaning everything up, he came to the front room.

Ji Wenrui said, "You look like a blacksmith."

"Isn't this a blacksmith shop?" 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"But you're not a blacksmith."

"That's pointless," Chengming said, "I've always been a blacksmith. In the early years, I forged for whoever I wanted, and later, I only forged for Great Li. But now, no one wants me to forge anymore."

"Forging doesn't mean being a blacksmith."

"It's all the same."

Ji Wenrui shook his head and said no more. He went straight to the point, "The Demon Martial Hall has returned with vengeance."

"Yes, I know, someone has already informed me."

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

"You do know how to ask, just like before."

Ji Wenrui's solemn gaze revealed some reminiscence, "Last time I asked if it had anything to do with you, you directly said it did. What about this time?"

"It doesn't," Chengming said, "Moreover, last time I said it did because you all wanted me to have something to do with the Demon Martial Hall."