The sound of the piano was like a cry, and its peaceful sound slowly receded Ye Chen's murderous aura.

In the sound of the piano, Ye Chen's mood became more and more peaceful, and under the influence of this piano sound, Ye Chen was like turning into a fish in the sea, swimming happily in the sea.

The sound of the piano is constantly changing, and with the change of the sound of the piano, the expressions on Ye Chen's face are different, but what surprises Mo Che is that each of Ye Chen's expressions can match the artistic conception of this piano sound.

Only those who really understand the sound of the piano can understand the artistic conception of the sound of the piano, and inadvertently, Mo Che's sound of the piano is becoming more and more casual, but this casual sound of the piano brings people a shock to their hearts.

The killing intent gradually receded, but a trace of killing intent still only existed in Ye Chen's heart, even if the sound of the piano was soft, it could not dissolve the killing intent in Ye Chen's heart.

The soft sunlight sprinkled on the upper floor through the clouds, and the classical style of the building was quietly bathed in the sun, and Ye Chen and Mo Che gradually merged with the surrounding environment, regardless of each other.

The breeze blowing through the pear hu tree beside the jade road swept towards the entire Jade Emperor Academy with the sound of the piano, and those students who were fighting in the morning light [Guang] field all stopped, and the fighting spirit in their hearts was gone.

Forgetting the killing, forgetting the selfless artistic conception, Ye Chen only had an ethereal spirit left in his mind, and his whole heart was baptized by the sound of the piano.

Time flowed in the sound of the piano, and after a few moments, the sound of the piano slowly dissipated, and at the moment when the sound disappeared, a chilling murderous aura burst out from Ye Chen's body, and countless Xiaoice crystals suddenly fell in the surrounding void, and Ye Chen's closed eyes slowly opened, and smiled slightly at Mo Che on the high platform, and said: "Although the sound of the piano is peaceful, it can't shake the killing intent in my heart, because that's my insistence!"

The dancing ten fingers paused quietly, and when he heard this, Mo Che opened his eyes, but a smile appeared on his face: "Everyone has their own ideas and persistence. They are all insisting on their own, and what reason is there to give up and change for others! Hehe, but I am persistent!"

"There is only one time in life and you don't have to reluctantly choose the path you don't like, it doesn't matter if you live with xìn or die with xìn, but no matter which path you choose, don't forget the original persistence! Senior, aren't you also sticking to the road? Why do you want to help me get rid of the killing intent?" Ye Chen looked at Mo Che on the high platform and chuckled.

"Hehe! Selfless artistic conception! Martial God Continent I don't know how many years have not appeared this kind of artistic conception! Selfless one, obsessed with killing! I hope you can always keep clear and not sink into selfless artistic conception!" A little complicated divine sè appeared in Mo Che's deep gaze.

"Senior, do you also know the artistic conception of forgetting oneself?" Hearing this, Ye Chen's face changed slightly, and now the most popular artistic conception on the Martial God Continent is undoubtedly the artistic conception of the king of the only one.

"If there are thousands of people, then there will be thousands of artistic conceptions! Is it strange to have an artistic conception of selflessness? Everyone has a way to persevere, and it is precisely because of this that different artistic conceptions arise!"

Carefully recalling Mo Che's words, a hint of realization gradually flashed in Ye Chen's eyes, and his eyes looked at the old man thoughtfully.

A trace of mystical B movement appeared on Mo Che's body, and at the same time, a terrifying coercion appeared on Mo Che's body, and Mo Che, who was only at the fifth level of the first martial arts, gave people a feeling of palpitations at this moment.

Murderous aura suddenly emerged from Mo Che's gentle face, a little ice crystal appeared beside Mo Che, and two shocking killing intent appeared in the void of the building.

With an understatement, this earth-shattering killing intent dissipated, Mo Che sat down again, his hands plucked the silver strings at will, and the pleasant sound of the piano floated out.

Shrugging his shoulders, Ye Chen also restrained the killing intent in his whole body, and looked at Mo Che with a solemn face for the first time, and after a few breaths, Ye Chenfang spoke: "You actually comprehend the artistic conception!

"Forget your artistic conception! It is precisely because you feel this artistic conception that you know the horror of this artistic conception!" Mo Che lowered his head and stroked the qin, his attention falling on the strings in his hand.

"I'm forgetting myself because of the piano and you're forgetting myself because of the sword! If you have some free time, why don't you come and sit more! Although the sound of the piano can't shake off the killing intent in your heart, it can keep you in a peaceful state of mind. Mo Che gestured and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, looked up at Ye Chen and chuckled.

"Then thank you senior!" Ye Chen's eyes flashed with a hint of strangeness, and he bowed his hand slightly to Mo Che.

The sound of the piano can not only depict that aesthetic artistic conception, but also express the feelings of the person who caresses the qin, it is precisely because of reading the sound of the piano that Ye Chen can be sure that Mo Che has no ill will towards him.

"In the past, I used to stroke the piano for my students, so why don't you play a song today?" Mo Che chuckled.

When listening to Mo Che's piano before, Ye Chen had this thought, and when he heard this, Ye Chen did not refuse, and smiled indifferently: "Senior, why don't you play together?"

Panqu sat on the ground, and on his desk was a classical guqin, its dark sè looked like a metal side, and next to the guqin was an incense burner, and the white smoke wafted up on the incense burner.

His right hand popped out of his sleeve, Ye Chen gently plucked the silver string, and a crisp ding-dong sound floated out, the sound was as good as spring water hitting a mountain rock.

"That's a good suggestion!" Mo Che sat down in a gentle tone, put his hands on the strings again, and said, "Then I'll start first!"

Both hands trembled lightly, the left hand pressed lightly and the right hand raised the fingers, the silver strings shook slightly under Mo Che's right finger, a low humming sound sounded quietly, and the gentle sound of the piano floated above the building.

Mo Che's piano sound was still so soft, making people's mood more and more soft, his eyes were closed, Ye Chen's right finger was gently tapping the piano stand, at this time, his mind had completely settled.

Mo Che's piano sound describes a bumper harvest of autumn, golden fields, withered yellow leaves, under this natural sound, the joy of the autumn harvest is completely presented in Ye Chen's mind.

A calm god appeared on Ye Chen's face, and the whole person seemed to merge with the sound of the qin, regardless of each other.

The sound of the piano trembled, and at the moment when the sound of the piano changed, Ye Chen's hands were gently raised, and then they were put down again, landing on the strings, and its graceful sound floated out to Ye Chen's fingertips.

Compared with the peace in Mo Che's piano tone, Ye Chen's piano sound also describes autumn, the autumn killing atmosphere, the autumn wind swept over the dead leaves, bringing a little killing aura.

The mind was completely immersed in the sound of the qin, and the two of them walked into the realm of selflessness, and the killing intent appeared to Ye Chen's fingertips, and the sound of the qin seemed to become the sound of war drums on the battlefield, but Ye Chen's qin sound was very appropriately combined with Mo Che's qin sound, and the two different qin sounds resonated, and a natural sound was formed under the ensemble of the two.

The sound of the piano was moving, and the frightening in the sky forgot to flutter its wings, and its figure snorted towards the ground.

The entire Faculty of Arts was shrouded in the sound of the piano, the gestures of the two of them were uncertain, and the sound of the piano was also uncertain, until half a quarter later, the sound of the piano slowly fell, and the whole upstairs was silent except for the sound of the wind.

Opening their eyes at the same time, Mo Che and Ye Chen both looked at each other and smiled, Mo Che got up, raised his feet and stepped off the high platform, and said to Ye Chen: "Yes! The sound of the piano penetrates people's hearts, much better than those masters from the outside world!"

Hearing this, Ye Chen smiled slightly, and said lightly: "Compared to the seniors, the road of the juniors is farther!"

"Modesty has never been a habit of young people!Next is the third lesson, follow me!" Mo Che whispered, his feet kicked to the ground, and his body swept forward with a light stroke.

In this regard, after Ye Chen hesitated for a moment, his feet were also on the ground, and his figure [j] shot out, closely behind Mo Che.

The breeze blew away the long hair of the two, and Mo Che took Ye Chen directly around the endless building, and rushed towards the endless mountains around the Jade Emperor Academy.

Behind the Jade Emperor Academy, the huge mountain range undulates and winds like a dragon crawling, and the momentum is very majestic.

And these peaks are steep and strange and show straight into the sky, and the mountains are as black as ink from a distance, and the vegetation is lush.

Although Mo Che's cultivation was not strong, his body was extremely vigorous and jumped on the mountain path, and after a few moments, the figures of the two appeared on a steep mountain peak.

Standing against the wind, carrying one hand on his back, Mo Che's black hair was flying behind his back, looking at the endless mountains below, Mo Che turned his head and chuckled at Ye Chen on the side: "How!" @.