"So beautiful!" Standing in the wind, standing on the edge of a steep mountain, it is wonderful. Many small monsters are walking leisurely. Occasionally, they look up at the walking monsters. These monsters are not afraid of strangers and are still on the grass.
Playing around.
With a kick of his feet, Mo Che's figure flew across a few meters like a thunderous giant. His figure slowly floated down to the attic, and his voice came out again: "Come in!"
Hearing this, Ye Chen nodded slightly, kicked off his feet, and jumped up several feet, shooting towards the attic.
A fragrance similar to that of plum blossoms came to my face, and the sight in the entire attic was extremely bright, and it didn't seem dark at all.
Although the attic was not spacious, there was a desk in the middle. Mo Che stood in front of the desk, holding a brush soaked in ink in his hand.
Ye Chen glanced around slightly and found that the walls were covered with ink works. The words on them were like immortals roaring at trees, wild bamboos passing through the rain, or like white clouds in the early morning, relaxing and relaxing. They were obviously of everyone's style!
People, quiet rooms, and black ink naturally create a chic and simple charm. Mo Che leaned forward slightly, and the rice paper as white as snow fell to the desk, and Mo Che waved a pen on it. Ye Chen
Standing quietly aside, he slightly flicked the pen that was constantly moving in the old man's hand. The strokes were like a sword piercing the air, and the gas was dripping; the strokes were like a sword moving across the crescent moon, and the momentum was unstoppable. In each stroke of the painting, Ye Chen actually felt
To the shocking sword intent.
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The rich charm between them made Ye Chen feel jealous. What shocked Ye Chen the most was the artistic conception revealed between the dots.
The word "Yijian" appeared on the rice paper. In this simple word, Ye Chen felt a familiar artistic conception.
Mo Che smiled casually, put down his pen, pointed at the pictures on the wall, and said with a smile: "What do you see in these pictures!"
Looking along Mo Che's line of sight, Ye Chen frowned slightly. In the originally plain landscape painting, the sword intention and the force of the sword actually appeared, opening and falling, sometimes as violent as a violent storm, sometimes as gentle as a drizzle.
, Ye Chen nodded and replied: "Sword Intent!" Mo Che smiled and said nothing, shaking his head slightly.
Ye Chen looked at it again. The originally silent words and pictures seemed to be given life, and there was a hint of spirituality. Ye Chen hesitated for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Sword intention and sword style!"
Mo Che smiled happily, stroking his beard and said with a smile: "Calligraphy, like swordsmanship, is just a form of attainment!"
Ye Chen's eyes lit up, and he was sometimes confused and sometimes sober. After a moment, Ye Chen nodded again and said with a smile: "All methods return to the sect!"
"People in the world pursue martial arts, but they forget that all methods return to the sect.
!" Mo Cheruo said thoughtfully, picked up the written scroll and hung it on the wall.
"What do you mean by the words of the seniors?" Ye Chen said softly, looking at Mo Che with a profound look. The man in front of him seemed to have a mysterious color.
"Although the way of the piano and the way of the sword look different, to some extent they can be learned from, and the sound of the piano can also dispel the hostility in your heart. Haha, to put it bluntly, I just want to advise you that if you have some spare time,
It’s better to spend your time on the piano!” After saying this, Mo Che sat down casually and looked at Ye Chen.
His eyes lingered slightly on the surrounding landscape paintings. After a pause, Ye Chen just looked away. He did not directly answer Mo Che's words, but said doubtfully: "Senior, your attainments in swordsmanship are enough to serve as a tutor in the martial arts academy.
Why stay in the liberal arts college and teach this piano art that no one cares about?" Although the Mo Cheqi in front of him was only at the fifth level of martial arts, Ye Chen vaguely felt that there was something hidden in this old figure.
A heart-stopping energy. Hearing this, Mo Che smiled slightly, picked up the tea stove, and said: "Chen Meng! Do you have a dream?"
"Dream?" This word is so far away to Ye Chen. Perhaps becoming a strong man is Ye Chen's current goal.
"Haha, from ancient times to the present, countless people have faced the vast void, and this void has witnessed the realization of many great dreams. In the dream, human beings have step by step from wilderness to civilization, from the past to the future. Don't you?
?" Mo Che said expressionlessly, and put down the tea stove again.
"Dream!" Ye Chen was startled, and a burst of mixed thoughts suddenly surged in his heart. When he first traveled through this world, he was just trying to survive. But because of Lan Gu, he began to work step by step until he became the head of the Ye family.
After that, there were constant challenges. Along the way, many things that happened in the past few years forced him to practice hard in order to achieve a breakthrough, so he had no other choice but to become stronger.
His eyes flickered slightly, and the confusion on Ye Chen's face receded, and a smile emerged: "Standing at the pinnacle of this world, there is no restraint!"
"Haha, it is precisely because of this dream that you have the persistence you have now. However, my persistence is just a dream!" Mo Che said with a chuckle.
"What is your dream, senior?" Ye Chen also found a place to sit down.
"Haha, once upon a time, I was a useless person with an unawakened bloodline, but this is not terrible. The terrible thing is that you can't find your true path in life! And my path is to pursue the peak of piano art, so now I will not do it for
I blame my fate for the awakening of my bloodline, because I have a dream in my heart, a dream to promote my piano art. Haha, it is precisely because of this dream that is the driving force for me to live, the reason that makes me happy, it will bring
Your journey of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy is the blueprint you drew for yourself! As long as you can light the candlelight of sealed dreams in your heart, your life will be more beautiful because of your dreams. Do you think it is necessary for me to go to the martial arts academy?" Mo Che
He said calmly.
"Forget about the piano!" At this moment, Ye Chen finally understood Mo Che's purpose of bringing him. It was just to prevent him from wasting his attainments in the piano art. This was not something he could do.
After a brief exchange, Mo Che took out a guqin from the inner room, and its melodious music floated out from the mountain top.
Perhaps it was because of Mo Che’s words: All methods return to the sect! In the next few weeks, apart from practicing, Ye Chen spent the rest of the time coming to this mountain peak to listen to Mo Che’s explanation of the sound of the piano. In his previous life, Ye Chen just
He is just a graduate of the music department. Although he spends a lot of time playing the guqin in private, he knows nothing about the path of the guqin. As Mo Che explains, Ye Chen becomes more and more aware of the profoundness and breadth of the guqin path.
Mo Che was very satisfied with Ye Chen as his student, so he tried his best to teach Ye Chen and passed on his decades of insights into the way of music to Ye Chen. Not only that, Mo Che also told him his insights into the way of the sword.
Ye Chen, and after listening to Mo Che's insights, Ye Chen truly saw Mo Che's attainments in kendo, and also understood Mo Che's words: Although the way of piano and the way of kendo look different, in a certain way
To this extent, there are things that can be learned. What surprised Ye Chen the most was that Mo Che actually told him all about his feelings about the selfless artistic conception. For this, Ye Chen couldn't help but feel grateful in his heart.
For dozens of days, although Ye Chen's cultivation level had not broken through, his understanding of the artistic conception became more and more profound, and the flavor of the artistic conception could be expressed in every move he made.
On the twentieth day, it seemed like it had been twenty days since Ye Chen came to this mountain peak. After listening to Mo Che's lecture, Ye Chen just exited the attic, and his figure flew towards the distance lightly.
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There, a mountain peak like a sharp sword stood among the clouds. The mountain peak was several hundred meters away from this mountain peak, so for Ye Chen, the distance of a hundred meters was reached in the blink of an eye. The sharp sound of breaking wind sounded, and Ye Chen's figure disappeared from the sky.
Jumping down in mid-air, his body landed gently on the mountain peak, his eyes closed tightly, digesting what Mo Che had said before.
For dozens of days in a row, Ye Chen would come here to practice after listening to Mo Che's insights, and it was the same today.
However, after listening to Mo Che's understanding of the artistic conception today, Ye Chen had a vague feeling in his heart, a feeling that he had not seen for a long time!