Chapter 528: The Snow, the Sword, and the Piano

Chapter 528: The Snow, the Sword, and the Piano

The cold wind gusted, and its cold cold wind carried snowflakes down on the sky above Luoxia Peak.

Jiangnan snow, light and cloudless. With one hand on his back, Ye Chen got up and walked out of the courtyard, even in this snowy world, Ye Chen could still hear the snoring sound coming from the courtyard next door.

Ten days of sleepless sleep and the coercion brought by the sword intent were indeed a torment for the Moon Dance Evil and the others.

With a faint smile, Ye Chen walked out of the courtyard and stood on the mountain wall, with billowing clouds below.

In this icy weather, the clouds were not clouds, and the snowflakes fell into the clouds and mist, and finally dissipated.

Condescendingly, looking at the endless mountain range and the other peaks that towered into the clouds, Ye Chen sighed slightly: "This place is a suitable place for cultivation, far away from the prosperity of the world, but there is more peace."

"The reason why the original generation chose this place as the sect was because they valued the topography here. Away from the hustle and bustle, endless loneliness, only by enduring can you become a strong man," the fire qilin said.

Hearing this, Ye Chen nodded slightly, his right foot moved forward slightly, and a small piece of his mountain stone slipped from his foot and fell into the endless clouds.

The cold wind hit people's hearts, and although it was cold, Ye Chen was still wearing only a thin martial robe.

The mountain wind blew the long hair behind him, bathed in the cold wind, Ye Chen couldn't help but murmur softly: "It's cold in high places"

Saying this, Ye Chen couldn't help but raise his head and look at the mountain peak behind him that was covered by clouds, presumably that Emperor Wushuang was on it.

Shaking his head slightly, Ye Chen withdrew his gaze, and instead seriously looked at several other peaks, Chaoyang Peak and Xingchen Peak were far away from Luoxia Peak, even with Ye Chen's current sight, he could only see in a daze.

On the contrary, the Xiyue Peak on the opposite side could be seen very clearly, his gaze shifted slightly, and when Ye Chen's gaze touched the opposite peak, a trace of astonishment could not help but appear on his face.

Xiyue Peak was like a falling peak, and the entire mountain peak was shrouded in wind and snow, and in Ye Chen's line of sight, a thin figure was shaking at the opposite mountain wall.

The white snow in the sky can't cover the thin figure, and the green silk as soft as wicker can't cover the cold sword light.

Obviously, it is a woman dancing with a sword in the wind and snow, dancing to figure out the shadow, her figure is like a frightening Hong, graceful like a dragon, Rong Yao Qiu Ju, Huamao Spring Pine. The hair is like the moon covered by light clouds, and the fluttering is like the snow of the flowing wind.

In such a cold and freezing situation, that woman is actually dancing with a sword?

A strange emotion spread in Ye Chen's heart, and at this moment, Ye Chen actually had a feeling that my generation was not alone.

"Interesting" Huo Qilin chuckled: "That woman's temperament is a bit like you, and she is a cultivator."

"Why are there so many strong people in the world, it is precisely because there are countless people who are silently cultivating, maybe at this time, it is not only me and her who are still cultivating" Saying this, Ye Chen's soul power poured out, and the soul power extended along the way of the sword, and sure enough, in some corners of Luoxia Peak, there are some figures who are cultivating, whether it is day or night, whether it is heavy rain, or the wind and sunshine, they are still practicing as always.

"This is the essence of cultivation, cultivation is extremely boring, and countless days and nights of cultivation bring not only loneliness, but also the strength of the same cultivation" Fire Qilin said lightly.

"Isn't it precisely because of this that it is a fun thing to become a strong man?" Ye Chen chuckled, took out a white porcelain pot from his sleeve with his left hand, took a sip casually, placed the porcelain pot on the mountain stone, and held the long sword behind his back with his right hand.

Ding Changjian came out of its sheath, and its crisp sword groan was extremely pleasant in the wind and snow.

The sound of the sword groaned through the mountain wind and drifted on the opposite peak, and in the wind and snow, the shadow shook slightly, and the long sword in his hand also froze.

In the majestic wind and snow, this thin figure seemed so weak, and a thin white dress was like a falling snowflake, and its green silk fluttered in the wind.

The sword momentum in the white-clothed girl's hand changed, her beautiful eyes were slightly condensed, her slender eyelashes were also slightly shaking, and her eyes looked at the not-so-tall figure on the opposite mountain peak with some astonishment.

As if feeling the gaze from the other side, Ye Chen raised his head and smiled faintly, the wine dripping from the corners of his mouth turned into ice chips when it fell to the ground.

His eyes slowly closed, Ye Chen's mind slowly condensed, and the perception of dozens of days in a row flowed in his heart, the sword moved with his heart, and his body moved with the sword.

The chaotic sword technique was displayed in Ye Chen's hand, and the sword qi also became extremely soft, pulling the surrounding snowflakes, and the snowflakes all over the sky flew up, flying around Ye Chen.

The snowflakes are pulled into a thin line, fluttering softly like catkins stirred by the breeze in spring.

Seeing this, the girl in white also smiled faintly, although the wind and snow blocked her vision, she seemed to be able to feel the person smiling.

Walking at the corner of the mountain, the girl in white raised her toes slightly, her figure flew again, her posture was extremely soft, and the surrounding snowflakes seemed to be assimilated, no longer as cold as before.

Time is like quicksand at the fingertips, unable to stay for a long night, the two figures stand across the peaks, their sword aura is permeated, and the wind and snow in the entire heaven and earth seem to be flying.

The sword momentum changed uncertainly, Ye Chen's state of mind seemed to enter selflessness again, his eyes were sometimes confused, sometimes clear, and his swordsmanship also became extremely chaotic, sometimes extremely simple, sometimes extremely mysterious.

After dancing for a few moments, Ye Chen stopped his body, looked at the long sword in his hand with a dull gaze, and was silent for a long time, and after a few moments, Ye Chen got up again and danced the sword, repeating the cycle, as if all this had become the instinct of the body.

On the opposite side of the Xiyue Peak, the girl in white also stopped dancing the sword, and her shadow sat directly in the snowdrift, her figure slightly floating, and in front of her, at some point, there was already a guqin that was not outstanding.

In the wind and snow, the dark black guqin and its strings are so eye-catching.

The slender and slender hands of the girl in white gently plucked the silver strings, and the crisp and low-turning sound of the piano floated among the cliffs.

The beautiful sound of the piano seemed to give life to the wind and snow, and the mountain wind became softer at this moment, and the snowflakes were no longer so messy as before.

On the silent mountain peak, the sound of its piano resounded, drifting with the wind, and finally the sound of the piano sprinkled in the Sword God Mountain Range, and the muffled sound of the fighting of demonic beasts gradually disappeared.

Under this heavenly sound, it seemed that the whole world had become extremely quiet, and the sound of the piano also fell in Ye Chen's ears.

The sword momentum froze, Ye Chen stopped his figure, his eyes were slightly confused and looked at the opposite peak, that shadow, the sound of this piano is a little familiar, but it is a little unfamiliar

Shaking his head slightly, Ye Chen's confused eyes became more and more confused, and he once again entered the self-forgetfulness, with no sword or sword in his eyes.

The sword momentum changed from the initial softness to fierceness, and its sword qi also stirred the surrounding air, and bursts of sword whistles sounded, and this sharp sword whistle destroyed the peace in the sound of the piano for a while.

The sword eyebrows frowned slightly, Ye Chen's sword momentum changed again, and the sound of his sword whistle also changed, at this moment, the sound of the sword whistle and the sound of the piano actually converged together in great harmony, floating in this mountain stream.

At the peak of Luoxia Peak, a figure stood proudly, and it was the emperor.

Huang Wushuang originally closed his eyes tightly, but at this moment, a crisp sound of the piano and the sound of a sword came out, hearing this, Huang Wushuang slowly opened his eyes, and his soul power poured down.

The picture of Ye Chen's sword dancing and the white-clothed girl blowing the piano clearly appeared in Huang Wushuang's mind, and with a faint smile, Huang Wushuang murmured softly: "That little girl from Xiyue Peak is still so desperate, but so is that kid, ten days of sleepless sleeplessness, it's rare that this kid can still hold on, it seems that in this kendo trip, this kid has gained a good harvest."

"Only those with great perseverance can go further on this road, yes" secretly praised, Huang Wushuang's eyes were closed, and he fell into self-cultivation again.

In winter, the night becomes incomparably long, but in Ye Chen's eyes, the night is only the moment when he opens his eyes and closes his eyes.

Some birdsong gradually sounded in the mountain stream, and the sound of the piano also stopped in vain, and the woman on the peak of the setting moon got up and left with the guqin in her arms.

Ye Chen's sword momentum also stopped, his confused eyes gradually cleared, raised his head, looked at the gradually clearing sky, Ye Chen muttered softly: "It's dawn"