Chapter 499: The Piano and the Sword

Chapter 499: The Piano and the Sword

is still this white dress, and the slender dress sets off the willow waist of the second dream more slender.

"I haven't seen you for a long time!" the flat voice resounded, and Ye Chen's right hand swiped slightly from the nose of the second dream.

Familiar breath, familiar face, familiar figure, the corners of the second dream's eyes have inadvertently moistened, and he pouted: "Bad master, you have been gone for so long as you leave!"

Although he complained in his mouth, the entire body of the second dream leaned forward directly, and his powder fist also hit Ye Chen's chest.

In this regard, Ye Chen kept silent, and still beat himself by the second dream, and after a few beatings, the second dream found that his entire body was in Ye Chen's arms, and his pretty face couldn't help but turn red.

Gently pushing Ye Chen away, a touch of crimson appeared on the face of the second dream, and he said angrily: "Stinky master, as soon as you come back, you will take advantage of others, shameless!"

Seeing the shy posture of the second dream, Ye Chen chuckled, moved his fingers slightly, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of the second dream's eyes, and chuckled: "If you don't take advantage of my apprentice, who will take advantage of it?"

Saying this, the second dream's face became more and more crimson, and he waved his fist at Ye Chen quite angrily, and said angrily: "Be careful that I hit you!"

chuckled, looking at the second dream in front of him, Ye Chen's heart felt a warmth, in this world, there is someone who thinks about you, then it is happy.

The voice of the second dream was extremely sweet, and Mu Chen, who was originally swinging the sword, also stopped swinging the sword, turned around, his empty eyes changed slightly, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Look, Brother Mu Chen is watching your jokes!" Ye Chen also noticed Mu Chen's gaze, raised his head, looked at Mu Chen and said with a smile: "I'm back!"

Hearing this, the second dream looked up, just in time to catch a glimpse of the smile at the corner of Mu Chen's mouth, and he was quite embarrassed to stick out his tongue.

"For months, you haven't let up!" Mu Chen said softly, his long sword swinging out several sword flowers in the air.

Feeling this extremely simple number of swords, Ye Chen's face rarely showed a trace of solemnity, he didn't expect Mu Chen to be able to use the artistic conception of emotion to such an extent.

This sword had a sad feeling, and what surprised Ye Chen the most was the strong aura fluctuation on Mu Chen's body.

"Fake Soul Martial Realm?" Ye Chen felt that the aura fluctuations on Mu Chen's body were no less than his own, especially the strong true qi in his body, which slowed down the flow of air around him.

"I just reached it not long ago!" The False Soul Martial Realm, which was so far away in the eyes of others, seemed like a trivial matter to Mu Chen, and his heart was no longer moved by anything.

Hearing this, Ye Chen also smiled helplessly, he worked hard to reach the Fake Soul Martial Realm, and in his opinion, he was proud enough, but at this moment, he realized that the False Soul Martial Realm was indeed insignificant.

His gaze swept over Mu Chen's figure and landed on the lonely tombstone, and the smile on Ye Chen's face also froze.

The lonely tombstone seemed so lonely to the whole courtyard, but when there was Mu Chen's figure next to the tombstone, the tombstone was no longer significantly so lonely.

There was a brief silence between the three of them, Ye Chen untied the white porcelain pot from his waist, and walked towards the tombstone with light and heavy steps, and there was a pile of dead grass piled up around the tombstone.

"Brother Mu said that Sister Mu likes lilacs, so I planted lilacs there, but in the first autumn, it withered!"

Hearing this, Ye Chen nodded slightly, and said to himself: "It's another season for flowers to bloom and fall, and in the coming year, will there be lilacs blooming here again!"

The white porcelain jug was raised upwards, and the wine spilled down the spout of the porcelain jug all over the floor, and the wine fell on the dead branches.

"Mu Ye, this is the light dance wine of the imperial capital, it tastes a little bitter and a little astringent!" Ye Chen muttered to himself, and it was not until the wine ran out that Ye Chen put away the porcelain pot.

Ding! The Qilin Sword suddenly appeared in Ye Chen's hand, Ye Chen's footsteps were slight, and its brilliant sword shadow spread throughout the courtyard, rolling up dead leaves all over the ground, and Ye Chen was like a dancer at the moment, the sword moved, and the wind moved.

Seeing this, Mu Chen, who was originally silent, also joined in, compared to Ye Chen's lightness of his steps, Mu Chen's body style was more direct.

A flash of sword light flickered and flickered, and for a while, in the entire courtyard, the figure swayed, and it was extremely spectacular to look at.

Picking up the guqin, the slender hands of the second dream danced on the silver strings again, and the sound of its touching heartstrings floated out again, and the most surprising thing was that the sound of the second dream gradually blended into such an occasion.

With the sound of the second dream piano in his ears, Ye Chen inadvertently entered the selfless artistic conception again, and each of his swords revealed that mysterious artistic conception.

Not only Ye Chen, but also Mu Chen, the artistic conception of affection was inadvertently unfolded, and a sad emotion spread throughout the courtyard.

The two different artistic conceptions converged, and the surrounding space seemed to vibrate under the swords of the two.

The sound of the piano changed, from the initial gentle and low to the current low and melodious, inadvertently, the second dream of his eyes slowly closed, and the slender jade hand danced only a row of hand shadows.

The artistic conception of selflessness and the artistic conception of only affection are the most mysterious artistic conceptions, for a while, the sound of the piano did not conform to the taste of the two artistic conceptions, so the sound of the piano fell into the ears of Ye Chen and Mu Chen.

Jian frowned slightly, Ye Chen and Mu Chen noticed this change at the first time, but the two of them were still immersed in the artistic conception.

The willow eyebrows frowned slightly, and a trace of discomfort appeared on the pretty face of the second dream, but at this time, at the center of the eyebrows of the second dream, which was as white as snow, a little white light slowly emerged, and finally, the whole person of the second dream was shrouded in this white light, under the white light, the second dream's unearthly and chic temperament made it look like a fairy who did not eat the fireworks of the world, and could not be desecrated.

And under the wrapping of this white light, the sound of the second dream gradually changed, and finally merged into the artistic conception of Ye Chen and Mu Chen.

This perfect integration made the previous change disappear, and Ye Chen and Mu Chen closed their eyes again, dancing in front of the cold tombstone, dancing a sword dance that amazed the world.

This sword dance is only for the woman buried under the tombstone.

However, no one noticed that a vague phantom appeared behind the second dream, and faintly, the phantom was the figure of a woman.

The cold wind blew the dead leaves on the ground, and the dead leaves fluttered with the wind, and finally hit the phantom, which shook slightly, and once again submerged into the body of the second dream.

On the vast Martial God Continent, a lone peak stands proudly, and on top of that lone peak, a tall figure stands, at a glance, this figure is illusory, not an entity.

It was a handsome man with his hands behind his back, his illusory long hair fluttering behind his back.

There was a faint sadness in those eyes that looked at the world, and the direction the man was looking in was the direction where the Emperor Feng Kingdom was located, his eyes were closed, and the sound of the piano surrounded the man's ears.

"Time is like flowing water, you can't catch it!" said the man to himself, "except for the star above his head, which has not changed for the rest of his life. Yuting, when you wake up again, will you be surprised by this changed world?"

On the lonely peak, the roar of the cold wind overshadowed the man's muttering, and after a long time, the man said in a deep voice: "The third plan, protect the Ye family!"

The man seemed to say to the air in front of him, but when he spoke, several figures appeared behind him, and judging by that breath, the aura of these figures was no less than that of the Soul Martial Realm.

"Obey the Holy Lord's decree!" several powerful voices rang out, and the men fell to the ground on one knee with respectful faces on their faces.

In the eyes of these people, this man is the god in their minds, as long as they worship blindly.

"Reincarnated for 10,000 years, can you renew your relationship? Yuting!" Only the man's voice was left on the lonely peak, and his figure suddenly turned into a point of light and dissipated.

And those figures also disappeared one after another, everything seemed so weird.

The Ye family, in the courtyard, when the last string of the second dream fell, the sword shadow in the sky also dissipated