Loneliness swayed on the tip of the sword, floating in the sound of the piano.

For more than a month, Ye Chen has always lived a monotonous and dull life, tireless.

With the passage of time, the days of the five peaks are gradually approaching, and Ye Chen can feel the current atmosphere of Luoxia Peak.

His eyes opened slightly, Ye Chen glanced at the shadow on the sunset peak, and then closed it again.

The spiritual hún power spread out from Ye Chen's body, surging towards the surroundings, and along the winding mountain road, Ye Chen's spiritual hún power covered half of Luoxia Mountain.

Countless pictures of the elder brothers clearly appeared in Ye Chen's mind, among them, some of the disciples of Luoxia Peak were cultivating day and night, and some of the disciples of Luoxia Peak were frowning and thinking about the generals in their hands.

Crazy cultivation seemed to have become the theme of Luoxia Peak, Ye Chen's madness seemed to be contagious, and the entire people of Luoxia Peak went crazy.

Because I once had it, it will be so heartbroken when I lose it.

Once, they were the disciples of Luoxia Peak who were looked up to, but now, they are the disciples of Luoxia Peak who were ridiculed.

The former glory was trampled on worthlessly because of his poor strength, and thinking about this, the disciples of Luoxia Peak became even more crazy.

Li Xue is a disciple of Luoxia Peak, he has been at the peak for nearly eight years, and he has experienced the peak of Luoxia Peak, so Li Xue has never been accustomed to today's Luoxia Peak.

And now that the Five Peaks are gradually approaching, Li Xue is cultivating even harder.

As before, after Li Xue practiced for a night, he walked towards the broken wall with his sword, but before he got close to the broken wall, Li Xue consciously stopped, looked at the thin figure in front of him, and a trace of admiration flashed in his eyes.

Whenever Li Xue came here to practice swords, "I can always see that figure, and after a few months, Li Xue also heard the name of that person, follow the wind!"

From the beginning, Li Xue came here to practice swords, and now, Li Xue is watching Ye Chen practice swords.

Whenever Ye Chen danced the sword, "Li Xue was always inadvertently immersed in the world of the sword, and his understanding of martial arts was more profound.

Therefore, I don't know when, Li Xue is always used to looking at Ye Chen and dancing the sword every day.

Not only Li Xue had such a habit, but the rest of the disciples of Luoxia Peak also had this habit, and inadvertently, dozens of figures were already standing dozens of meters away from Ye Chen.

These people are all disciples of Luoxia Peak for several years, but the eyes that looked at that figure were "all admiration."

If there is a sword that makes people intoxicated, then it is Ye Chen's sword: if there is a sword technique that makes people unable to extricate themselves, then it is a slash that will fall into the city.

I don't know when the wind and snow have gradually become boy, and the moonlight that has not been seen for months rarely emerges in the void.

The white moonlight poured down and fell on the tip of the sword, which moved gently, leaving behind a series of sword shadows, and the sword shadows were like blooming petals.

Li Xue and the others didn't know how long they had been standing, and their hearts had been impressed by that sword.

A few days ago, Ye Chen had already noticed a few people behind him, but Ye Chen didn't care about this at all, still immersed in his own world.

The bland sword embodied Ye Chen's artistic conception, and it was precisely because of this that Li Xue and the others fell into selflessness.

The pale moonlight pulled the sword shadow, Ye Chen's figure slowly stopped, looked up at the moon peak, and sat on the snow again, his eyes closed, feeling the martial arts he had learned.

A few moments later, Li Xue and the others reacted, and a blank look appeared on the faces of several people.

Ye Chen's realm is much higher than theirs, "It is precisely because of this that Li Xue and the others can only understand a little" But this point is enough for them.

Li Xue and the others all bowed to Ye Chen quite respectfully and slowly retreated.

In the middle of the night, the sound of the piano quietly rose again, and unconsciously, the sound of the piano had been with Ye Chen for several months.

The miserable white moonlight, the fluttering sword shadow, the melodious sound of the piano, and the silent mountain peaks, all these all outline the beautiful picture of the first brother.

I don't know why, today Ye Chen couldn't calm down, opened his eyes, and looked at the shadow opposite, under the cover of clouds and mist, wind and snow, the shadow was extremely hazy.

At this moment, Ye Chen couldn't help but think of a poem, and muttered softly: "The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly returned, but that person was in the dim light!"

A flash of brilliance flashed on the surface of the unicorn ring, and an ordinary guqin emerged above Ye Chen's shuangtuǐ, quietly suspended in the void.

His eyes were slightly lowered, Ye Chen looked at this guqin, and a trace of remembrance flashed in his eyes.

A shadow involuntarily appeared in Ye Chen's mind, and that playful appearance made Ye Chen miss it for a while.

"I don't know how Xiao Meng'er is now? It's such a cold day, don't stay in the courtyard!"

Ye Chen muttered softly.

The right hand was raised slightly, and Ye Chen's fingertips gently slashed off the silver strings, "The sound of Ding Xuan sounded, and this sound seemed to bring Ye Chen back to the past, to the life in the Yù Emperor Academy, the small peak, the old man.

"Teacher!" Ye Chen muttered softly, and the pale old man couldn't help but appear in front of him.

Ye Chen's ears vaguely surrounded Mo Che's words: "If you are tired one day, then come to the teacher, and the teacher will still take out the coarse tea and light rice!"

If it was the Fire Qilin that brought Ye Chen into the Martial Dao, and the Sword Intent of the Four Generations brought him into the Martial Dao, then it was Mo Che who brought him into the Qin Dao.

In this world, Ye Chen's only teacher, Na Mou, is always playing the qin, an old man who has no quarrel with the world, but for the sake of his disciple's life, he can be an old man who can be the enemy of the world.

The luckiest thing in life is not how many people you meet, but how strict and strict the people you meet that can make you care.

His eyes were closed, and at this moment, Ye Chen's heart was completely calm, and the falling snow seemed to be still, and everything was quiet.

However, at this moment, Ye Chen's slender hands plucked on the silver strings, like a clear spring hitting a mountain stone, and the sound of Ding Dong floated out, resounding throughout the Luoxia Peak.

On the peak of the setting moon, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, Li Shiyue raised her head in surprise, and looked at the figure opposite, and the sound of the piano floated out from the opposite side.

"Is this the sound of his piano?" A smile flowed to the corners of his mouth, and for a while, Li Shiyue listened carefully to Ye Chen's piano, just as Ye Chen listened to her piano a few months ago.

Before going to the Yù Emperor Academy, Ye Chen's piano sound was enough to make people intoxicated, let alone now.

After months of Mo Che's teaching, Ye Chen gradually understood the charm of this qin, as if he understood martial arts, Ye Chen's mind was completely immersed in the guqin in front of him.

The artistic conception can be embodied with a sword, and the sound of the piano can also be used, inadvertently, Ye Chen has integrated the artistic conception into this piano.

The feeling of being inexplicable and inexplicable is eye-popping.

Li Shiyue was completely immersed in Ye Chen's piano sound, and the sound of the piano flowed out of the beautiful memories of the past, which made Li Shiyue quite sentimental.

"Memories are good, but memories are just nostalgic for people, people should live in the present!" opened her eyes, Li Shiyue murmured softly, her slender and slender hands plucking on the silver strings again.

Different from Ye Chen's sad piano sound, Li Shiyue's piano sound always gives people a sense of tranquility.

The two different sounds gradually converged, and the notes converged into a sea.

In the end, the two piano sounds fused together, regardless of each other, and at the same time, Ye Chen and Li Shiyue raised their heads at the same time and smiled at each other.

This melodious and low sound of the piano resounded all night on the Xiyue Peak and the Luoxia Peak, whether it was the people on the Luoxia Peak or the people on the Xiyue Peak, they all heard the sound of the piano, this night, destined to be a sleepless night.

In the early morning, the morning sun slowly rises in the direction of Chaoyang Peak, and its piano sound also stops abruptly.

Raising his head, Ye Chen got up, put away the guqin, and looked at the rising sun in the east, feeling peaceful in his heart.

Holding the stone sword, Ye Chen danced the sword again, and the extremely simple sword technique was displayed, and the sword shadow of the Xiyue Peak on the opposite side also slowly emerged.

Day after day, this is Ye Chen's days in Luoxia Peak, although it is dull, but it is fulfilling.

In fact, the master has a lonely heart, because the creation of the master is made of loneliness. If you want to go further on the path of kendo, you must have a lonely heart, a lonely heart and a crazy heart.

Ye Chen knew this very well, so he was like this, time was like a river surging to the east for him, and it would never return.

Night fell quietly again, and at this moment, a low voice sounded in Ye Chen's ears: "Follow the wind, come to my courtyard!"