Ye Futian carried the rest of his life on his back, walking on the mountain road, stepping on the white snow.

The invisible suppression power hangs down, everywhere, and wants to crush people.

He smiled bitterly and made difficult steps. Compared to this pressure, the evil thoughts had not had that strong impact on him. Although he had not fully recovered, the emperor's will always exist, and his will was firm and unshakable. It was not easy for evil thoughts to erode him.

Yu Sheng slept very hard. He took him and Ye Wuchen forward for several days while in a devilish state. He also fought with Buddha sons, exhausted his strength and was in a state of dizziness. However, this also has benefits. He would not sense the existence of that evil thought. As long as he carried it on his back, he could go to Tianshan with him.

"It's almost done." Ye Futian looked up and saw that the top of Tianshan Mountain was not far away, as if it was close. This distance was just one step away for him, and he could easily cross it, but this was Tianshan Mountain.

He took another step, leaving deep footprints on the snow, and snow fell on his body. He seemed to be unable to feel the cold, allowing the white snow to fall on his body and on his head. He walked up step by step. Although it was difficult and slow, he never gave up. This was also the obsession for the rest of his life. He had been devilish before and still took him up the mountain, trying to fulfill him.

Hua Qingqing always followed behind, looking at the back, she was a little surprised. She naturally understood what kind of pressure she was under, but Ye Futian could still walk up step by step with someone on his back. What kind of will is this?

The two of them moved forward and backward, like snails, moving up little by little, forgetting time and fatigue.

Ye Futian felt a little numb. He didn't know how long he had walked. When he took the last step and walked up the top of the mountain, he felt a trance.

He raised his head and looked at the sky. It was still very high. The vast white snow kept falling from the sky. He stretched out his hand and a snowflake fell on his palm. Ye Futian showed a bright smile on his face, as if he was relieved.

The invisible pressure seemed to disappear at this moment, with only an endless sense of ease.

I looked back and saw that, standing on the edge of the mountain, he seemed to be able to see the whole world, and a feeling of pleasure of climbing the top of the mountain came out naturally.

It is rumored that there is an invisible aura around the top of the Tianshan Mountains, and no one can come up directly from the side.

Closed his eyes, Ye Futian exhaled a breath of turbid air, then turned around and looked at the scenery on the top of the mountain. The vast white snow covered the top of the mountain. He raised his footsteps and walked forward with Yu Sheng on his back. There, it seemed like there were two snowmen.

The two snowmen sat cross-legged, with a guqin on their knees. They looked focused, as if they were playing the guitar.

Although it is just a snowman, only its shape, but not its appearance, Ye Futian can still feel the extraordinary temperament. The person on the left has long hair, draped over his shoulders, and the movements of playing the piano are endlessly elegant. Ye Futian seems to be able to imagine a very elegant figure playing there, and the other figure, at a glance, Ye Futian recognizes who transformed it into.

This is, Ye Qingdi.

Since this is Emperor Ye Qing, then who is the other person, is about to emerge. Now the Dongfeng Emperor is the co-governor of the Eastern Shenzhou.

The rumors are indeed true. There is a legend of the two emperors on Tianshan Mountain, and they have left their footprints here.

In today's era, all the statues of Ye Qingdi in the Eastern China have been destroyed. It is rare to preserve the shape of Ye Qingdi here.

Hundreds of years ago, Emperor Donghuang and Emperor Ye Qing played the piano here, sang with wine and sang, suppressed the demon birds, and aroused their grudges. However, why, now Emperor Donghuang is the lord of the world, but there is no Emperor Ye Qing in the world.

What happened after the two emperors unified the world?

Putting down the Yu Sheng, Ye Futian bowed to the snowman statue of Ye Qingdi. Although he didn't know what Ye Qingdi had to do with him, he must have a lot of relationship.

When he bent down, Ye Futian's eyes fell in the direction of the snow, and then walked forward and cleared the snow. Then, he saw a wine gourd.

The wine gourd was not buried deep in the snow. Could it be that when they climbed the Tianshan Mountains, someone had come to Tianshan to drink?

Ye Futian felt a turbulent heart. Looking around, the Tianshan Mountains were empty, with only the vast white snow, and no one could see them.

However, who is drinking on Tianshan Mountain?

If someone goes to Tianshan, what is his level of cultivation?

Moreover, there seems to be no bells on Tianshan Mountain. Why does the bells on Tianshan Mountain ring?

Ye Futian looked at the two snowman statues in front of him. He faintly felt a ray of fluctuation in it, and he couldn't help but act on the great freedom visualization. At this moment, in his perception world, he faintly saw two vivid figures. Emperor Donghuang and Emperor Ye Qing were as if they came alive and appeared in his perception.

"Senior." Ye Futian shouted at the statue of Emperor Ye Qing. He had not yet proclaimed himself emperor hundreds of years ago. He was younger than the Ye Qing Emperor Ye Futian saw in Tianyao Mountain in Qingzhou City, unruly and free and easy.

As for Emperor Donghuang, his eyes were bright and bright, his black hair was draped over his shoulders, and he was extremely handsome, and his whole body exuded an extraordinary temperament.

Ye Futian naturally understood that he did not really see the two of them, but the projection of will, and in fact he no longer existed.

Notes appeared in his mind, and were beating on the guqin in front of his knees. Each beating note seemed to be imprinted into Ye Futian's mind. These beating notes turned into a piano piece in Ye Futian's mind. At this moment, he had an illusion, as if he was listening to the sound of this song, transcending time and space, listening to the playing of Emperor Donghuang and Emperor Ye Qing.

Ye Futian closed his eyes, and the picture in his mind became clearer. He seemed to travel back to the past. In that era hundreds of years ago, when the two emperors were young, they composed a song on the top of the Tianshan Mountains. They aroused their grudges and wrote the world. They knew each other and lived and died together.

Such two men, the two peerless heroes, went to the top of China together, but why did everything happen later?

Is it because of power?

Ye Futian only felt a sense of loss. He opened his eyes, raised his head to look at the snow all over the sky, and then sat cross-legged.

The soul of the piano appears, and Ye Futian begins to play.

The notes beat, and the melodious music sounds are heard. The piano sound is beautiful, cheerful and chic, walking around the world, and resentful enemies. From the piano sound, you can vaguely sense that the player travels around the world with his sword when he was young, living freely, abides by his original heart, and wants to realize his ambitions and not be disturbed by worldly affairs.

While Ye Futian was playing, there were wisps of notes jumping in front of the two snowman statues of Emperor Ye Qing and Emperor Donghuang.

On the other side, a beautiful figure walked up to the top of the mountain. Hua Qingqing finally came here. Her beautiful eyes looked at Ye Futian, but she saw Ye Futian sitting there playing the piano.

Hua Qingqing likes music. She is a fool who is a piano player, so she can naturally appreciate the mystery of the piano sound. The piano sound is too beautiful, and there is no impurity in the melodious music sound. The artistic conception expressed by the piano sound is so pure, like the sound of nature.

She raised her steps and walked towards Ye Futian and Yu Sheng step by step, leaving footprints in the snow.

A moment later, she came to Ye Futian and Yu Sheng. She looked at Ye Futian deeply, but did not take action. She couldn't bear to interrupt the piano.

Ye Futian knew that she was coming, but he couldn't bear to interrupt. The notes that kept beating appeared came into his mind. He plucked the strings of the piano with his ten fingers, and used the sound of the piano to travel through time and space to feel the mood of Emperor Donghuang and Emperor Ye Qing at that time.

The beautiful and melodious sound of the piano gradually changed, and the music became low, revealing a hint of sadness. The extremely gratitude and grudge of the pleasure and grudges seemed to be covered with a shadow. From the piano, you could vaguely feel a struggle, a struggle of the state of mind, and the pure and flawless heart was disturbed, and you could not maintain the pure and free manner of the past. They struggled to break all this, and they were painful, sad, and angry.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and it seemed that I could feel the sadness contained in the piano sound.

The scene of the two emperors playing the piano also appeared in Hua Qingqing's mind. As the sound of the piano continued to enter her ears, her spiritual monkey enjoyment was completely immersed in that artistic conception like a strong impact.

When she climbed the Tianshan Mountains, she also had inner struggles and thoughts.

The sound of the piano changes again. After struggle and pain, everything returns to calmness, as if the heart is as quiet as water. They still retain that purity and beauty.

The snowflakes were flying in the air, Hua Qingqing looked up, she was obsessed with the piano, and naturally understood the piano. She had never heard such a perfect piano music.

Looking at the beating notes in front of him, Hua Qingqing also sat on the snow. The soul of the piano appeared. His slender and beautiful fingers plucked the strings and followed the sound of the music played by Ye Futian. There was a faint resonance. This piano piece was played by the two emperors, and the artistic conception of the two playing together was stronger.

On the top of Tianshan Mountain, the sound of the piano spanning time and space is so beautiful.

In the calm music, they could feel the sublimation of the mind of the two emperors. They were as pure as ever, sticking to their original hearts, but the sound of the piano gradually became sharp and high-pitched, as if they were about to sing loudly and whistle towards the sky.

In the piano music, Ye Futian and Hua Qingqing involuntarily integrated all their mental power into it. The flying snow in the sky was flying in the air, and the spiritual energy flowed wildly. At this moment, Ye Futian and Hua Qingqing felt that the entire top of the Tianshan Mountain seemed to have become different. Endless light fell from the Tianshan Mountain, and each snowflake seemed to be an artistic conception.

They seemed to see the two emperors playing in the snow all over the sky, endless golden light fell from the sky and fell towards the Tianshan Mountains, trying to cover the entire Tianshan Mountains, but what was even more terrifying was the artistic conception, the artistic conception of sticking to the original heart and reaching the top.

The loud sound of the piano contained the emperor's determination. On Ye Futian, the emperor's light shone faintly, and he was integrated into the artistic conception.
Chapter completed!