Chapter 317: Artistic Conception

Chapter 317: Artistic Conception

The sky was full of snowflakes, and Ye Chen's figure looked so eye-catching in the vast white world.

The figure of the fire unicorn floated to Ye Chen's side, looked at Ye Chen, whose eyes were becoming more and more determined, and said softly: "I have understood the artistic conception!"

"Well, at that moment, I felt as if I had entered a mysterious feeling! No matter how I recalled, I couldn't remember what I felt just now! As if I had forgotten everything!" Ye Chen thought lightly.

As he spoke, Ye Chen's eyes also became indifferent, and at this moment, Ye Chen's entire temperament seemed to have changed, indifferent to everything.

With his hands on his back, the fire unicorn also raised his head and looked at the sky, and sighed lightly: "There are three strongest artistic conceptions on the mainland, self-centeredness, emotion-only, selflessness, and thousands of artistic conceptions, but there is always a kind of artistic conception that has been forgotten, that is the self-forgetfulness artistic conception, Ye Chen, maybe you have time to regret it now, the self-forgetfulness artistic conception is not something you can bear!"

"Forget your own artistic conception?" Ye Chen turned his face to look at the fire qilin and muttered softly, his eyes immediately condensed, and he said lightly: "Why?"

The snowflakes fell above the fire qilin and turned into white gas and dissipated, and the snow where the fire qilin stood melted, and a cloud of white gas enveloped the two figures.

However, in the vast white expanse, the eyes of the fire qilin were so eye-catching, and after a pause, the fire qilin said in a deep voice: "The sense is completely suppressed, and reason dominates the thinking." This is the artistic conception of selflessness, once upon a time, the four generations of perception was the artistic conception of selflessness, but with the emergence of Yueqin rhyme, the artistic conception of the four generations also appeared, perhaps it is because of this that the four generations were buried in the extraterritorial battlefield!"

"Does reason dominate thinking?" Ye Chen read softly, seeing this, the Fire Qilin continued: "Forget the pain, even forget all the emotions, forget the self in the battle, forget the moves, ideas, fears, the Martial God Continent is not short of those geniuses, but those who enter the realm of selflessness are all immersed in killing! Killing, in the world of forgetfulness, in addition to killing or killing! Ye Chen, this is something you can't afford!"

"Killing, hehe, I never hate killing, and I won't let killing dominate me!" This time I heard the fire qilin call my name for the first time, so it can be seen that the seriousness of this matter paused, Ye Chen's face was also solemn staring at the fire qilin, and he said in a deep voice: "Forgetting me is the tranquility sought in loneliness, hehe, I am not afraid!"

Seeing this, the fire qilin no longer dissuaded, but just sighed lightly in an extremely complicated way, wasn't it because of his own guidance that Ye Chen took this path in the first place?

Picking up the sword and taking out the sword, Ye Chen's figure danced again, and the fire qilin also stepped aside when he saw this, looking at the Y-Pei in his hand with complicated eyes, and said in an extremely complicated tone: "Fourth generation, did you leave this sword intent to guide Ye Chen into the realm of selflessness?" After speaking, a mushy voice sounded in the ears of the fire qilin, but then it dissipated.

The long sword waved, and countless sets of sword skills were displayed in Ye Chen's hands, and Ye Chen also entered that mysterious feeling again.

The murderous aura was pervasive, Ye Chen gradually forgot about himself, and even forgot the whole world, only the sword in his hand appeared in his eyes, and there was a firmness in his clear eyes, and sometimes there was a m-blank

"I didn't expect him to realize the artistic conception at this moment, alas!" The fire qilin sighed lightly, turned into a long rainbow and rushed towards the qilin ring in Ye Chen's hand, and finally submerged in the qilin ring.

The wind and snow are still there, and the figure in the white world is dancing alone, and the figure looks so lonely from a distance.

There are no other buildings within a radius of several miles from the ancestral pavilion, and from a distance, the entire ancestral pavilion is like a sharp sword piercing the sky.

The magnificent attic is lined up, and at the top of the library pavilion, a shadow stands proudly, and the cold wind rolls up the snowflakes and blows the snow-like white dress.

Qianying was thin, the snow-like skin was slightly pale, Ye Muwan looked at it so quietly, in her sight, the roaring wind and snow gradually drowned out Ye Chen's figure.

"Why are you still working so hard now?" Ye Muwan muttered softly, her tone was extremely low, and a trace of unbearability finally appeared in her eyes

However, the words that Ye Chen said to her at the beginning always hovered in her mind, and after a few moments, Ye Muwan sighed lightly and said bitterly: "Ye Chen, you are really buried by loneliness!"

Before the words fell, Ye Muwan's figure fell lightly in the snow, and the trajectory of the two wheels rolling in the snow emerged, and it was Ye Tian.

The snowflakes still fell all over Ye Tian's body, Ye Tian's eyes were also looking at the direction where the ancestral pavilion was, at this moment he knew that he not only had a gap with Ye Chen in terms of talent, but also in terms of hard work, and sighed lightly, Ye Tian said in a slightly low tone: "Maybe that's it, he can always leave his peers behind, and he doesn't even have a chance to catch up!"

Ye Muwan came to Ye Tian's side and slapped the snowflakes off Ye Tian's body, and a trace of regret couldn't help but appear on her face, she had to face the cruel fact that she could only live in a wheelchair in the next life at such an age.

Sensing the pity on Ye Muwan's face, Ye Tian shook his head lightly, patted the back of Ye Muwan's hand and smiled: "I'm fine, sister!"

"En!" Ye Muwan smiled lightly, turned around and pushed Ye Tian's wheelchair, and the gurgling sound sounded, and the figures of the two disappeared into the wind and snow.

The cold wind swept up the snowflakes all over the ground, and the snowflakes fell on the sky, and frost hung on the branches of the trees beside the stone path.

However, at this moment, a melodious and gentle sound of the piano sounded, like a wind blowing through the white world, as if announcing the arrival of the ūn season.

The sound of the piano seemed to have a soothing charm, and the busy Ye family disciples had smiles on their faces, and the sound of the piano hovered over the Ye family, overpowering the roar of the cold wind.

In the snow shadows, Ye Chen's movements were still as smooth as ever, and at the same time, a smile appeared at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth.

A long time ago, he was dancing his sword quietly, and she was also quietly stroking the harp, and in that courtyard, so was the figure.

The sound of the piano was sometimes low, sometimes high, and Ye Chen's sword style was also uncertain, when the sound of the piano stopped, Ye Chen's figure also paused, turned around, and looked at the source of the sound of the piano.

Closing the sword, a smile appeared at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth, but his eyes were always so sharp, and his body took a step forward, and he came out in vain.

It was still a courtyard, and the pear blossom tree in the courtyard had been covered with frost, and the whole courtyard was empty, except for the eye-catching tombstone.

The snowflakes fell on the tombstone, and the figure was still tirelessly drawing and closing the sword, and in the middle of the courtyard was a shadow.

The slender right hand moved at the strings, the low-turning and gentle sound of the piano floated out, and Ye Chen's footsteps also stopped, at this moment the sound of the piano changed suddenly, the sound of the piano sometimes changed like a stream, meandering, twisting and turning, sometimes like a beautiful warm and soft, close to the heart, high-pitched at the high-pitched sky, and the low-pitched at the bass to the bottom, but the short song fully embodied the obsessive affection between the male NV.

Mu Chen also stopped swinging his sword, his ears surrounded by the tear-jerking sound of the piano, his eyes always looked at the cold tombstone, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

"I don't know why I'm crying, just because I feel a heartache!" Mu Chen's voice was slightly hoarse, and in the sound of the piano, his empty gaze rarely changed a little.

The sound of the piano continued, looking at the figure and the lonely tombstone, and a gloomy look appeared on the face of the second dream that she couldn't even read

The east wind does not come, the catkins of March do not fly, you have no intention, like the stagnant water! The footsteps sounded, and the sound of the piano dissipated.

Second Dream stopped his hand, looked at the figure standing in the courtyard and stopped to look at each other, and shouted softly: "Teacher!"

The voice was sweet, like a stream of heat blowing in this cold winter, hearing this, Ye Chen's fierce eyes dissipated, and his eyes were still soft, just like at the beginning.

Ye Chen chuckled and nodded, strode towards the second dream, patted the snowflakes that fell on the second dream, took the guqin in the second dream's arms, sat on the snow in a coiled curl, raised his eyes slightly, looking at the surprised second dream, Ye Chen laughed softly: "The sad qin sound is not suitable for you, it is really not suitable! Because you are still a little child!" Hearing this, the second dream's face couldn't help but turn red, and glared at Ye Chen fiercely.

In this regard, Ye Chen smiled lightly, his hands gentle. The left hand plucked the strings with ease, and the crisp sound of the piano sounded, and in an instant, Ye Chen's slender fingers also plucked at the silver strings, and the fingers rose and fell coherently, and the rhythm of the playing seemed to be natural, self-contained.

The melodious sound of the piano floats out, different from the mourning of the second dream, the piano sound is cheerful, the tune is soothing, like a song and crying, which makes people involuntarily indulge in it.