Chapter five hundred and twentieth eight that snow, that sword, that piano
Chapter 528: That snow, that sword, that piano
Chapter 528: That snow, that sword, that piano
There were gusts of cold wind, and the cold wind carried snowflakes and hit them in the sky above Luoxia Peak.
The snow in the south of the Yangtze River was as light as the clouds. With one hand on his back, Ye Chen stood up and walked out of the courtyard. Even in this windy and snowy world, Ye Chen could still hear the snoring coming from the courtyard next door.
Ten days of sleeplessness and the pressure brought by the sword's will were indeed a torture for Yue Wuxie and others.
With a faint smile, Ye Chen walked out of the courtyard and stood on the mountain wall, surrounded by billowing clouds and mist.
In this cold weather, those clouds were not clouds, the snowflakes fell into the clouds and mist, and finally dissipated.
Standing down, looking at the endless mountains and other towering peaks, Ye Chen sighed slightly: "This place is a suitable place for cultivation. It is far away from the prosperity of the world, but it has more peace!"
"The reason why the original generation chose this place as a sect was because of the terrain here. Away from the hustle and bustle, endless loneliness, only by being patient can one become a strong person!" Huo Qilin said.
Hearing this, Ye Chen nodded slightly, moved his right foot forward slightly, and a small piece of rock slipped from his foot and fell into the endless clouds.
The cold wind hit people's hearts. Even though it was freezing cold, Ye Chen was still wearing only a thin military uniform.
The mountain wind blew up the long hair behind him. Bathed in the cold wind, Ye Chen couldn't help but murmur softly: "It's cold at high places!"
Having said this, Ye Chen couldn't help but raise his head and look at the mountain peaks behind him that were covered by clouds. Huang Wushuang must be on top.
Shaking his head slightly, Ye Chen withdrew his gaze and instead looked at several other peaks carefully. Chaoyang Peak and Star Peak were relatively far away from Luoxia Peak. Even with Ye Chen's current sight, he could only see them in a blur.
On the other hand, he could see the Xiyue Peak opposite very clearly, and his eyes moved slightly. When Ye Chen's eyes touched the peak opposite, a look of astonishment appeared on his face.
Xiyue Peak is like the sunset peak, the entire mountain peak is shrouded in wind and snow, and in Ye Chen's sight, a thin figure is shaking on the opposite mountain wall.
The white snow in the sky cannot cover up that thin figure, and the silky green hair as soft as willow can't cover up the cold sword light.
It is obviously a woman dancing with a sword in the wind and snow. She dances to clear the shadow. Her figure is as graceful as a startling giant, graceful as a swimming dragon, glorious autumn chrysanthemums, and gorgeous spring pine trees. She seems to be like the moon covered by light clouds, floating in the air.
The sound is like the snow returning to the flowing wind.
In such freezing conditions, that woman was actually dancing with a sword?
A strange emotion spread in Ye Chen's heart. At this moment, Ye Chen actually felt that he was not alone.
"Interesting!" Huo Qilin chuckled: "That woman's temperament is a bit like yours, she is a cultivator!"
"Why there are so many strong people in the world is precisely because there are countless people who are practicing hard in silence. Maybe at this time, she and I are not the only ones who are still practicing hard!" Saying this, Ye Chen's soul power poured out, and his soul power poured out.
Stretching along the sword path, sure enough, in some corners of Luoxia Peak, there are some figures practicing hard. No matter it is day or night, whether it is heavy rain or sunny and windy, they are still practicing hard as always.
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"This is the essence of cultivation. Cultivation is inherently boring, and practicing countless days and nights brings not only loneliness, but also the power of cultivation!" Huo Qilin said lightly.
"Isn't it because of this that becoming a strong person is a fun thing?" Ye Chen chuckled, took out a white porcelain pot from his sleeve with his left hand, took a casual sip, and placed the porcelain pot on the mountain rock.
The right hand holds the long sword behind his back.
Ding! The long sword was unsheathed, and its clear sword sound was extremely pleasant in the wind and snow.
The sound of the sword chanting floated through the mountain wind to the opposite mountain peak. In the wind and snow, the beautiful figure shook slightly, and the long sword in its hand also froze.
In the majestic wind and snow, this thin figure looked so weak. She was dressed in thin white clothes like falling snowflakes, and her black hair was fluttering in the wind.
The sword in the girl's hand changed, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, her long eyelashes swayed slightly, and she looked at the not-so-tall figure on the opposite mountain peak with some astonishment.
As if feeling the gaze from the other side, Ye Chen raised his head and smiled faintly. The wine dripping from the corner of his mouth turned into ice shards when it fell on the ground.
His eyes were slowly closed, and Ye Chen's mind was slowly concentrating. The insights that had lasted for dozens of days were flowing in his heart. The sword moved with his heart, and his body moved with the sword.
The chaotic sword skills were displayed in Ye Chen's hands, and the sword energy became extremely soft, pulling in the surrounding snowflakes, and the snowflakes in the sky began to fly, flying around Ye Chen.
The snowflakes formed a thin line, dancing softly like catkins stirred by the breeze in spring.
Seeing this, the girl in white also smiled faintly. Although the wind and snow blocked her sight, she seemed to be able to feel the man smiling.
Wandering in the corner of the mountain, the girl in white raised her toes slightly, and her figure began to fly again. Her figure was extremely soft, and the surrounding snowflakes seemed to be assimilated, no longer as cold as before.
Time is like quicksand at the fingertips, and cannot be kept! In the long night, two figures stand across the peak, their sword energy fills the air, and the wind and snow in the whole world seem to be flying.
The power of the sword changed erratically, and Ye Chen's state of mind seemed to have entered selflessness again. His eyes were sometimes confused, sometimes clear, and his sword skills also became extremely complicated, sometimes extremely simple, sometimes extremely mysterious.
After dancing for a few moments, Ye Chen stopped and stared blankly at the sword in his hand. He remained silent for a long time. After a few moments, Ye Chen stood up and danced the sword again, over and over again, as if all this had become the instinct of the body.
On the opposite side of the Xiyue Peak, the girl in white also stopped dancing her sword. Her figure sat directly in the snowdrift, her figure floating slightly, and at some point in front of her, a not-so-outstanding guqin was placed.
In the wind and snow, the dark guqin and its strings stood out so eye-catchingly.
The slender and slender hands of the girl in white gently plucked the silver strings, and the crisp and low-pitched sound of the piano floated among the cliffs.
This wonderful sound of the piano seemed to give life to the wind and snow. The mountain breeze became gentle at this moment, and the snowflakes were no longer as messy and falling as before.
On the silent mountain peaks, the sound of the piano resounded loudly and drifted with the wind. Finally, the sound of the piano fell on the Sword God Mountain Range, and the low sounds of the fighting monsters gradually disappeared.
Under this natural sound, it seemed that the whole world had become extremely quiet, and the sound of the piano also fell in Ye Chen's ears.
The sword movement stagnated, and Ye Chen stopped his body, looking at the mountain peak opposite with a slightly confused look. The beautiful figure and the sound of the piano were a bit familiar, but also a bit unfamiliar.
Shaking his head slightly, Ye Chen's confused eyes became more and more confused, and he fell into selflessness again, with nothing but swords in his eyes.
The power of the sword became sharp from the initial gentleness, and its sword energy also stirred the surrounding air, and bursts of sword whistles were heard. This sharp sword whistle destroyed the tranquility of the music for a while.
The eyebrows of the sword frowned slightly, Ye Chen's sword power changed again, and the sound of his sword whistle also changed. At this moment, the sound of the sword whistle and the sound of the piano actually came together in perfect harmony, floating in the mountain stream.
At the highest peak of Luoxia Peak, a figure stood proudly, and it was Huang Wushuang.
Huang Wushuang originally closed his eyes tightly, but at this moment, a crisp sound of piano and sword whistle came. After hearing this, Huang Wushuang slowly opened his eyes, and his soul power poured out.
The images of Ye Chen dancing with the sword and the girl in white playing the piano clearly appeared in Huang Wushuang's mind. With a faint smile, Huang Wushuang murmured softly: "The little girl from Xiyue Peak is still so hard-working, but that kid
The same is true. After ten days of non-stop sleep, it is rare that this kid can still hold on. It seems that this kid has gained a lot during this journey of swordsmanship!"
"Only those with great perseverance can go further on this road, that's right!" Huang Wushuang secretly praised, closing his eyes tightly, and fell into self-study again.
In winter, the nights become extremely long, but in Ye Chen's eyes, the nights are just the moment when he opens and closes his eyes.
Some birdsong gradually sounded in the mountain stream, and the sound of the harp also stopped in vain. The woman on Xiyue Peak got up, hugged the guqin and left.
Ye Chen's sword movement also stopped, and his confused eyes gradually became clear. He raised his head and looked at the sky that was gradually clearing. Ye Chen murmured softly: "It's dawn!"