Snow is flying, and its mountains are completely covered with snow.
Auspicious snow heralded a good harvest, and the simple villagers in his mountain village began to sow seeds.
The neat and orderly fields are endless. Two thin figures stand in a pavilion. The fields are surrounding the pavilion.
A melodious sound of the piano resounded over the entire field, the sound was low and clear, and kept ringing.
The sound of the piano came from the mountain pavilion. In the pavilion, a young man was playing the piano, and a woman stood quietly aside, with an intoxicated look on her face.
The white clothes are like snow, and the thin gauze makes the woman look even thinner.
The silky long hair hangs down, blocking the woman's cheeks. Looking up, this woman has a bit more of a noble temperament.
The cold wind was still like a roaring monster, and the clothes and skirts were rustling. After a long time, the sound of the piano dissipated. Opening his eyes, Ye Chen looked at Su Feixuan, who had a completely different temperament a few days ago, and faintly
He smiled but didn't make a sound.
A few moments later, Su Feixuan woke up from the sound of Ye Chen's piano. At this time, Ye Chen chuckled and said: "Some people put their feelings in things, some people put their feelings in swords, but the qin player puts their feelings in the qin!"
"Only by integrating your emotions into the sound of the piano can your heart resonate!" Standing up, Ye Chen handed the guqin to Su Feixuan.
Hearing this, Su Feixuan fell into deep thought, and then smiled gently at Ye Chen.
It had been several days since the swordsman arrived. In the past few days, Ye Chen had discovered that Su Feixuan's understanding of the piano was even stronger than his own, and she could understand it with just a little bit.
It is worth mentioning that a few days ago, Ye Chen accepted Su Feixuan as his disciple.
Sometimes, Ye Chen thought helplessly that although he was a warrior, he looked like a piano player. The second dream was to learn piano from him, and the same was true for Su Feixuan.
Without disturbing Su Feixuan's meditation, Ye Chen walked out of the pavilion and looked at the flying snow in the sky, with a hint of contemplation in his eyes.
Among the three disciples he has accepted, Second Meng is undoubtedly the simplest, Lin Zhiyun is undoubtedly the strongest, and Su Feixuan is undoubtedly the one who understands human nature the best.
Although the three people have different experiences, they have one thing in common: they all have some disabilities.
"The Xuanbing bloodline on Zhiyun's body is a problem, and Feixuan's throat has been like this since she was a child. There is no solution for the time being!" Walking in the wind and snow, Ye Chen murmured softly: "There is also a little
Meng’er’s legs!”
In the mountain pavilion, Su Feixuan stopped thinking and raised her head, but she did not see Ye Chen's figure, and a trace of panic flashed in her eyes.
Her eyes swept around in panic, and when she saw the figure in the snow, Su Feixuan breathed a sigh of relief.
She has lived a rough and wandering life since she was a child. Perhaps because she has seen too many ugly things, Su Feixuan has seen too much of the ugliness and ruthlessness of human nature.
It is precisely because of this that Su Feixuan is extremely grateful to her master.
"Feixuan, it's time to hurry up!" Ye Chen's gentle voice floated in the wind. In the past few days, Ye Chen had taught Su Feixuan the Ye Family's Wind God Technique, so Su Feixuan could barely withstand this.
Cold wind and snow.
After getting up, holding the guqin in her arms, Su Feixuan walked toward Ye Chen. Finally, the two figures disappeared into the wind and snow, disappearing at the end of the mountain road.
The location of Sword Valley is not very far from Rongcheng. With Ye Chen's speed, he can reach it within one day.
However, in order to take care of Su Feixuan's injury, Ye Chen was not in a hurry. It was not until seven days later that Ye Chen arrived at the Sword Valley.
Sword Valley, although there is a valley after the name, the location of the sect is not a valley, but several peaks, collectively called Sword Valley Peak.
A few hours ago, Ye Chen saw the phantom of Sword Valley Peak. At this moment, the two of them were standing at the foot of Sword Valley Peak.
Standing at the foot of Sword Valley Peak, Ye Chen looked at the main peak of Sword Valley. It was cold winter, and the entire Sword Valley Peak was covered with a white coat, and the fragrance of plum blossoms lingered in his nose.
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Ye Chen flipped his palm, and the sword sticker and jade book suddenly appeared in his hand. He murmured softly: "Sword Valley, we are finally here!"
Su Feixuan stood quietly behind Ye Chen. In the past few days, Ye Chen had told Su Feixuan that he was going to Sword Valley to deliver sword invitations. What surprised Su Feixuan was that the master was actually a disciple of the Sword God Sect.
Thinking of the Sword God Sect's status in the empire, Su Feixuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Wang Lin must not dare to cause trouble with the Sword God Sect easily, unless he seeks death.
"Feixuan, you will be right behind me soon!" Holding the sword post, Ye Chen stepped onto the stone steps of the Sword Valley Peak.
Without using any of his true energy or physical skills, Ye Chen headed towards the top of Sword Valley Peak step by step.
With every step he took, Ye Chen's aura grew stronger, rolling up the white snow on the steps. Looking from a distance, Ye Chen's whole body was wrapped in snowflakes.
The Sword God Sect sent sword invitations to the powerful sects in the empire, which indirectly showed their strength to these sects. Therefore, Ye Chen did not deliberately restrain his momentum.
At the top of Sword Valley Peak, there is Sword Valley Palace. In front of the palace, several middle-aged people guarded an old man in purple robes. The old man slowly opened his eyes and looked at the foot of the mountain, and said lightly:
"Sword Valley disciples, listen to the order. Martial Arts Realm warriors and above rush to the mountain gate!" The old man's voice floated throughout the mountain peak. Almost at the same time, the Sword Valley disciples who were practicing woke up one after another and looked at Sword Valley Palace in confusion.
Immediately he rushed towards the mountain gate.
Ye Chen also heard the old man's words, with a slight smile on his lips, but he was shocked in his heart. The owner of this voice was very powerful.
Stopping, Ye Chen looked up and looked at the several streaks of sword light rushing towards the sky. His aura increased again. It seemed that sending the sword note was not as easy as imagined.
Several sword lights landed on the ground and lined up, revealing figures wrapped in sword lights. The leader was the old man just now, and behind him stood hundreds of warriors, but all of them were at the martial arts level or above.
Ye Chen was still hundreds of steps away from the old man. Ye Chen looked up at the old man, looked at the old man's clothes, and the way dozens of people were bowing behind him. He could guess the identity of such an old man, and secretly said: "Very strong!"
Ye Chen could only feel the aura permeating the old man's body from Huang Wushuang and others. Obviously, this old man must be a Soul Martial Realm warrior.
With a slight sigh, Ye Chen glanced at the void without trace. In the past few decades, these sects rarely moved around the empire. It was precisely because of this that there were many aristocratic families.
However, compared to these truly powerful sects, Ye Chen just realized that whether it was the Ye family or the five major families in the imperial capital, they all used to feel like they were sitting in a well and looking at the sky.
The old man stood there, just like the huge shadow of Sword Valley Peak behind him, giving Ye Chen a majestic feeling.
"Sword God Sect's Luoxia Peak disciple Sui Feng, on the order of the peak master, comes to visit our senior!" Facing this old man, Ye Chen still said neither humble nor arrogant.
Ye Chen did not use any Qi, but his voice was as continuous as rolling thunder, and a clear, almost invisible sound wave was transmitted towards the old man.
Seeing this, a strange look flashed in the old man's eyes. Could this young man be the chief disciple of Luoxia Peak? The latter's young face was beyond the old man's expectation.
"What's the matter!" A voice that was no weaker than Ye Chen floated out from above. Ye Chen couldn't help but was shocked, his blood boiled, and he said lightly: "Send the sword stickers."
After sending the sword sticker, the old man's face couldn't help but change. It seemed that the Sword God Sect was going to hold the Five Peaks Competition again. He turned to look at the dozens of disciples behind him, hiding the surprise in his eyes, and said lightly: "Send the sword sticker.
, your Sword God Sect sent you a sword note, so why should I, Sword Valley, accept it? I think the master of Luoxia Peak also told you the details of this sword note before you came!"
"Here you go, are you going to attack?" Ye Chen smiled slightly, stood proudly, and said calmly: "Sword Valley must accept this sword post!"
"You are quite confident!" the old man said calmly, turning his back to the people behind him, and said: "The Ancient Sword Formation!"
Whoosh! Dozens of figures rushed out, and the sword light fell on the steps below. They were seventeen Sword Valley disciples. These seventeen people formed a tight sword formation. The old man's intention was obviously to let Ye Chen break the formation.
, otherwise the sword sticker will not be accepted.
Sword formation evolved from sword skills and is unpredictable. It is usually practiced by some disciples of the Protector Sect.
Ye Chen nodded and smiled, put away the sword sticker, slowly looked at the sky, and said lightly: "This trip has finally become interesting!"
Ye Chen stepped forward with his right foot, his momentum rose again to the level of Qi Martial Arts, and he slowly drew out the long sword from his back. At this moment, bursts of sword chants could be heard!
With his back to Su Feixuan, Ye Chen chuckled and said, "Feixuan, please step back!"
Hearing this, Su Feixuan nodded slightly, glanced at the figures above, retreated ten meters away, sat on the rock, and placed the piano on her legs.
Su Feixuan's long and slender jade hands plucked the silver strings, and the sound of the piano resounded...