Chapter 462: False Hún Martial Realm (I)

Chapter 462: False Hún Martial Realm (I)

"It's so beautiful!" Standing against the wind, standing on the edge of the steep mountain peak, Ye Chenqi's gaze followed Mo Che's line of sight. [() Maniac Hand Fight]

In the endless mountains, among its white clouds, dozens of cranes are dancing, and the posture is very elegant. The waterfall is like practice, and the ears are surrounded by bursts of pine waves, and the sound is far away.

"Beautiful things can be seen everywhere, what is missing is the eyes that find beautiful things!" Mo Che said with deep meaning, turning and running towards another mountain.

A few moments later, Ye Chen and Mo Che had just reached the peak, which was waterlogged all year round, surrounded by shade and fragrant birds.

Flocks of vermilion birds swept by, and the posture was very leisurely and wonderful. And many tiny demonic beasts were taking a leisurely walk, occasionally looking up at Ye Chen and Mo Che.

To Ye Chen's surprise, an attic appeared from the top of the mountain wall, the attic was slightly classical, and it was no different from those attics in the Faculty of Letters.

"Let's go!" Mo Che's voice alarmed the demonic beasts that were leisurely walking, and these demonic beasts were not afraid of the living, and were still playing in the grass.

With a kick of his feet, Mo Che's figure swept several meters like a shock, and his figure slowly floated down to the attic, and his voice came out again: "Come in!"

Hearing this, Ye Chen nodded slightly, kicked his feet, and his figure jumped up several feet, and his figure shot towards the attic.

The fragrance similar to plum blossoms comes to the face, and the sight of the entire attic is extremely bright, and it does not seem to have a dark feeling.

Although the attic is not wide, one of the desks is in the center, and Mo Che's figure stands impressively in front of the desk, holding a brush stained with ink in his hand.

Ye Chen glanced around slightly, and found that all sides of the wall were covered with ink works. The words on it may be like an immortal howling tree, and a wild bamboo passing through the rain; Or like the white clouds at the beginning of the day, Shu roll freely, obviously everyone is magnificent!

People, quiet rooms, black ink, naturally become a chic and simple charm. Mo Che's figure leaned forward slightly, and the white rice paper as white as snow slipped on the desk, and Mo Che held a pen and waved it on it. Ye Chen stood quietly aside, slightly brushing the pen that was constantly swimming in the old man's hand. The pen is like a sword breaking through the air, and it is dripping with gas; Skimming like a sword walking on the crescent moon, it was unstoppable, and in that stroke, Ye Chen actually felt the earth-shattering sword intent.

Point cross-skimming

The rich charm between them made Ye Chen feel Zhen Ji for a while, and what shocked Ye Chen the most was the artistic conception that flowed out of the horizontal.

A sword word appeared on the rice paper, and within this simple word, Ye Chen felt a trace of familiar artistic conception.

Mo Che smiled, abandoned the pen, pointed to the wall charts, and said with a smile: "What do you see in these pictures!"

Looking at Mo Che's line of sight, Ye Chen's brows furrowed slightly, the sword intent actually appeared in the originally plain landscape painting, as well as the sword momentum, opening and falling, sometimes as violent as a storm, sometimes as soft as a drizzle, Ye Chen replied: "Sword intent!" Mo Che smiled and shook his head slightly.

Ye Chen looked at it again, the words and graphics that were originally quiet and motionless seemed to be given life, and a trace of spirit appeared, Ye Chen hesitated for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Sword intent and sword style!"

Mo Che smiled with relief, stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Calligraphy, like swordsmanship, is just a form of enlightenment!"

Ye Chen's eyes lit up, sometimes he was confused, sometimes he was sober, and after a while, Ye Chen smiled again: "Ten thousand laws return to the sect!"

"The world pursues martial arts, but it has forgotten to return to the sect!" Mo Che said with deep meaning, picking up the written scroll and hanging it on the wall.

"What do you mean by the words of the senior?" Ye Chen said softly, his eyes looked at Mo Che with deep meaning, and the person in front of him seemed to have been painted with a mysterious color.

"Although the way of the piano and the way of the sword look different, there is something to learn from in a way, and the sound of the piano can also dissolve the anger in your heart. Hehe, to put it bluntly, I just want to advise you that if you have time to spare, then it is better to spend your time on the qin road!" Saying this, Mo Che sat down casually, his eyes looking at Ye Chen.

His gaze lingered slightly on the surrounding landscape paintings, and after a pause, Ye Chen retracted his gaze, and did not directly answer Mo Che's words, but said suspiciously: "Senior, with your attainments in the way of the sword, you are enough to go to the martial arts academy as a tutor, why do you stay in the academy of literature and teach this piano art that no one cares about?" Although Mo Che's strength in front of him was only the fifth layer of the first martial arts, Ye Chen vaguely felt that this elderly figure contained a palpitating energy. Hearing this, Mo Che smiled slightly, picked up the tea stove, and said, "Dust Dream, do you have a dream?"

The word "dream?" is such a distant existence to Ye Chen, perhaps becoming a strong man is Ye Chen's goal now.

"Hehe, from ancient times to the present, I don't know how many people have faced the vast void, and this void has witnessed the realization of many great dreams, and human beings have been in the dream step by step from barbarism to civilization, from the past to the future. Don't you?" Mo Che said expressionlessly, and the tea stove he was holding was put down again.

"Dream!" Ye Chen was stunned, and a burst of mixed thoughts suddenly surged in his heart, from the first time he crossed this world, he was initially just trying to survive, and because of Lan Gu, he began to work step by step, until he became the head of the Ye family, the next challenges continued, along the way, many things that have happened in the past few years have also made him have to cultivate with all his strength in order to break through, so he has no other choice but to become stronger.

His eyes flickered slightly, and the mí on Ye Chen's face receded, and a smile emerged: "Standing at the peak of this world, there are no restraints!"

"Hehe, it's because of this dream that you have the persistence you have now, but my persistence is just my dream!" Mo Che chuckled.

"Then I don't know what the dream of the predecessors is?" Ye Chen also found a place to sit down.

"Hehe, once, I was a bloodline unawakened waste material, but this is not terrible, the terrible thing is that you can't find the real road of your life! And my way is to pursue the pinnacle of piano art, so I will not complain about fate for the awakening of the bloodline now, because I have a dream in my heart, I want to carry forward the vast dream of piano art, hehe, it is precisely because this dream is the driving force to let me live, it is the reason to make myself happy, it will take you through the journey of joy and sorrow, and it is a blueprint for yourself! As long as you can light the candle that seals your dreams in your heart, your life will be more beautiful because you have dreams. Do you think it's necessary for me to go to the Martial Arts Academy?" Mo Che said lightly.

"Forget about the qin!" At this moment, Ye Chen finally understood Mo Che's purpose for taking him, which was nothing more than to let himself not waste his attainments in piano skills, which was difficult for him.

After a short exchange, Mo Che took out a guqin from the inner room, and its graceful sound floated out from the top of the mountain.

In the next few weeks, in addition to cultivating, Ye Chen came to this mountain peak to listen to Mo Che's explanation of the sound of the qin, in his previous life, Ye Chen was just a graduate of the music department, although he spent a lot of time on the guqin, but he didn't know anything about the way of the qin, and with Mo Che's explanation, Ye Chen felt more and more the profundity of the way of the qin.

For Ye Chen, a student, Mo Che was very satisfied, so he also tried his best to teach Ye Chen, and passed on his decades of perception of the way of the piano to Ye Chen, not only that, but Mo Che also informed Ye Chen of his perception of the way of the sword, and after listening to Mo Che's perception, Ye Chen really saw Mo Che's attainments in the way of the sword, and also understood Mo Che's words: Although the way of the qin and the way of the sword look different, to some extent, there are things that can be learned. And the most surprising thing for Ye Chen was that Mo Che actually told himself all about his feelings about the artistic conception of selflessness, and Ye Chen couldn't help but feel a feeling in his heart.

For dozens of days, although Ye Chen's cultivation has not made a breakthrough, his perception of artistic conception has become more and more profound, and his gestures can show the taste of artistic conception.

On the twentieth day, Ye Chen had been at this mountain peak for twenty days, and after listening to Mo Che's lecture, Ye Chen withdrew from the attic, and his figure swept away into the distance.

There, a mountain peak like a sharp sword stood in the clouds, and the mountain peak was hundreds of meters away from this peak, so a hundred meters away was a blink of an eye for Ye Chen, and a sharp sound of breaking wind sounded, Ye Chen's figure jumped down from mid-air, and his figure fell lightly on the mountain peak, his eyes closed, digesting what Mo Che had said before.

For dozens of days in a row, Ye Chen came here to cultivate every time he listened to Mo Che's insights, and the same is true today.

However, today, after listening to Mo Che's perception of the artistic conception, Ye Chen faintly felt a feeling in his heart, that long-lost feeling!

That's a feeling RO@ a breakthrough.