One hundred and seventieth eight chapters in a hurry in January
The next day, when the first ray of sunlight shone into the bamboo house, accompanied by the low and soft music of the piano, Ye Chen slowly opened his eyes. The whole night of practice did not give him any fatigue. On the contrary, the fatigue of several days in a row was on this night.
Then he disappeared, his true energy continued to flow through his body, and the cold feeling all over his body made him groan.
Ye Chen's face remained calm and calm. After realizing that the true energy in his body was more condensed, Ye Chen's figure jumped lightly from the bamboo bed, like a breeze, even though his figure appeared at the threshold of the bamboo house, the sunlight fell on the leaves.
Chen's slightly pale face appeared, and when Ye Chen appeared, the euphemistic piano music also stopped abruptly.
Under the soft sunshine, a pretty figure sat among the flowers, and her slender hands slipped from the guqin. Today's second dream was still wearing a white dress, but the style was different. Her eyes were slightly raised, looking at the bamboo house.
Ye Chen's face bloomed with a smile that eclipsed the flowers in the entire courtyard, and soon the sweet laughter came: "Teacher, you're awake!"
Ye Chen nodded slightly and walked towards Ermeng. Before he could reach her side, Ermeng continued to mutter: "Really, teacher, you are so good at sleeping! It's a pity that my sister never lets me sleep in.
She said that people who sleep in late will definitely have no future prospects, so, teacher, you better not sleep in late in the future!"
Poof! Ye Chen couldn't help but chuckle. After practicing hard all night, in the second dream's eyes, he was actually sleeping in. He shook his head helplessly and without explaining, his eyes fell on the guqin on the bamboo table, secretly wondering if he should do the same.
I went to get a piano. The second dream was that Ye Chen’s eyes fell on the guqin, his beautiful eyes were fixed on Ye Chen, and he begged: "Teacher, are you going to teach me a piece of music today? Just the piece you played yesterday,
I think your piece of music sounds great! Yes, I want that piece of music!"
Looking at the happy second dream, Ye Chen shook his head slightly, pointed at the guqin and said: "Play the song you just played for me again!"
"Yeah! Then listen carefully!" Ermeng quickly closed his eyes, with a faint smile on his pretty face, and his slender hands kept shaking on the strings, silently
In the courtyard, the gentle, low and relaxing music continued to echo, and Ye Chen closed his eyes tightly, listening to this music.
Ye Chen's piano skills may not have reached the master level. Before entering the world of killers, he majored in the five-stringed qin. After entering the world of killers, he did not put down the qin. Instead, he was immersed in the five-stringed qin for more than twenty years.
As Ermeng's fingers continued to play the guqin, the sound of the guqin also pushed to the climax. However, at this moment, Ye Chen suddenly opened his eyes and whispered: "Stop!"
The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, Ermeng looked at Ye Chen with a puzzled face, and Ye Chen said softly: "Xiao Meng'er, how do you feel about the past few paragraphs!"
"It's very good! It feels very smooth, without any stiffness." Second Meng said proudly, but Ye Chen's expression disappointed her, and she couldn't help but murmured: "Teacher, didn't I just play well?"
Okay? Although this piece of music is simple, I play it several times every day!"
"Give me the guqin and listen carefully." Ye Chen took the guqin from Er Meng's hand and sat upright. The sound of the guqin seemed to be still lingering in his ears. He kept playing the guqin with his hands, still playing the same tune as before.
In the first piece of music, the sound of the piano was still low and soft, but the second dream showed a trace of astonishment on its face.
Even though it was the same piece of music, Second Meng felt that Ye Chen played it better than her, but she couldn't explain why.
The sound of the piano suddenly stopped. Holding down the strings, Ye Chen said to the second dream: "Listen carefully again."
Her hands plucked the strings again. Although the sound was melodious and pleasant, the second dream heard something strange. The sound was worse than before, just like the one she played herself.
The sound of the piano suddenly stopped again. Ye Chen placed the piano in his arms lightly on the bamboo table, looked at Er Meng's pensive expression, and said, "Xiao Meng'er, do you understand?"
The second dream didn't even think about it, and just muttered: "I don't understand, why are they playing the same thing, but they sound different?"
Ye Chen nodded, plucked the strings lightly, and said: "That's because of the gap in basic skills. Xiao Meng'er, you have played for so many years and your basic skills are good, but you lack formal training, and your basic skills are still not good. For example,
It is said that there are as many as ninety-one kinds of the most basic overtones under the action of seven strings and thirteen emblems, and, Xiao Meng'er, how many have you mastered?"
"Overtones refer to consonants, and there are ninety-one variations?" There was a trace of disbelief on Er Meng's face, and then he looked at Ye Chen with unusual fervor. Ye Chen continued: "There are so many overtones alone.
changes, what about adding scattered tones and pressed tones? With the three combined, how many variations are there?"
There was a fiery look on her delicate face. Now, Second Meng did not pester Ye Chen to teach her music, but taught her some basic skills. Ye Chen had no experience in teaching students. At most, he was just a teaching student.
How to assassinate the enemy, therefore, Ye Chen was troubled for a while, and finally had to use the method taught by his teacher in the previous life.
Even so, the second dream was fascinated by it. After Ye Chen finished speaking, the second dream started practicing even more enthusiastically.
Ye Chen also stood quietly aside, looking at the girl among the flowers. He immediately pulled out the Qilin Sword and danced in the sound of the piano. The wind followed it. In the entire courtyard, the petals were blown up by the wind and the figures were swaying. At this moment,
Ye Chen's sword became softer and softer, looking light and without any lethality.
With the low and soft music of the piano surrounding his ears, Ye Chen's figure became softer and softer, like the breeze blowing on the ground. Looking from a distance, he looked like a butterfly dancing among the flowers. The beautiful eyes of the second dream were filled with surprise.
He glanced at the intoxicated figure, with a trace of sadness in his eyes.
"If, if I could stand up, how great would it be!" The sound of the second dream's piano changed slightly, revealing a touch of sadness and helplessness, and Ye Chen's sword force also changed accordingly.
There was a sense of loneliness and loneliness, and the sword changed with the piano. Just like this, as the sun continued to shine, a trace of sweat appeared on the foreheads of both of them.
After dancing with the sword, Ye Chen practiced again. After the practice was completed, and after giving some instructions on the details of the second dream, Ye Chen followed Qimeng to the courtyard where the seventh team was.
Qimeng still maintained an indifferent expression towards Ye Chen, but there was a trace of gratitude in her eyes.
And Ye Leng, this morning, went down the mountain and rushed back to the Ye family in Luoxia City. The four commanders were usually not on the mountain, but in the Ye family in Luoxia City. Some things on the mountain were responsible for the four chiefs.
Just as Ye Chen expected, the two people at the mountain road were both Qi Martial Realm warriors, and they were two of the four major metropolises.
After arriving in the courtyard where the seventh team was, everyone stopped practicing and shouted to Ye Chen respectfully: "Captain!"
Ye Chen's current mission is to understand the strength of the members of the seventh team. This is a hardship for these secret guards. They have to fight with Ye Chen every day and are ravaged to death. Then Ye Chen also customized some weapons to target them.
After ravaging these members of the secret guard, Ye Chen returned to the courtyard to practice his sword again.
In the second dream, he continued to practice the basic skills, and the whole courtyard was filled with the deep sound of the piano.
Time is like running water, which cannot be held or grasped. For a whole month, Ye Chen, who does not know what boring is, has been doing the same thing day and night, just like the days of hard training in the Ye family.
, constantly simulating sword postures in his mind, and at the same time, running his mental skills. Whenever he occasionally has insights, he dances with his sword in the courtyard like a madman.
Perhaps he has become accustomed to the loneliness and boredom caused by hard training. Ye Chen has been practicing day by day. In the past, when he was at Ye's house, when Ye Chen was tired, he would always raise his head and look forward. There was Mu Mu.
The figure of Chen Wujian, and at this moment, when Ye Chen was tired, he also looked forward, and there was a pretty shadow there.
Regardless of the wind or rain, Ye Chen's figure was always swaying in the courtyard, and similarly, the deep and soft sounds of the piano were also floating in the courtyard.
In the past, I was accompanied by Mu Chen, but now I am accompanied by Second Meng. Perhaps, this is how Ye Chen is always dancing with his sword.
A woman is sitting among the flowers playing the piano, and a man is waving a long sword. The sound of the piano is melodious, and the shadow of the sword is charming, forming a beautiful landscape...