To Ye Shaohan, the sound of the piano was beautiful music, but to the two students in the audience, it was a lullaby. Both of them closed their eyes tightly, and their steady snores were distinct from the rhythm of the piano sound.
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The raised right foot paused in mid-air, Ye Shaohan closed his eyes again, and his mind was once again immersed in the beautiful sound of the piano.
The old man sitting upright seemed to be immersed in his own world. His thin and powerful ten fingers were playing on the silver strings, and the low and graceful sound of the piano floated out from his ten fingers.
The sound of the piano lasted for nearly half a moment, and the music fell quietly on the last note. The two players who had been napping both woke up. They looked at each other and both breathed a sigh of relief.
The moment the sound of the piano ended quietly, Ye Shaohan also broke away from the artistic conception of the sound of the piano. He rarely looked at the old man playing the piano. At this glance, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but be startled. This old man was Mo Che who played the piano at the New Year's Party.
Mo Cheqi, who was sitting upright, looked at the guqin in front of him with soft eyes, stood up, bowed slightly to the two people in the audience, and said: "Thank you!"
Seeing this, the two officers stood up one after another and bowed to Mo Che. Facing Mo Che was like facing the plague. After saying some words of farewell, they hurriedly walked towards the stairs, fearing that Mo Che would play the piano again.
When the two of them saw Ye Shaohan, they were both stunned. They walked to Ye Shaohan and whispered: "Brother, you come to class too! I advise you to change to another class, this thing is of no use!"
After saying that, the two people hurriedly went down to the attic. At this moment, Mo Che, who was on the high platform, also noticed Ye Shaohan. His expression was startled, and he obviously recognized Ye Shaohan. After all, Ye Shaohan left a very deep impression on him that day.
"Find a seat and sit down. The second class will start in a moment!" The ruthlessness of the years has left its mark on Mo Che's face, and Mo Che said with a gentle smile.
Hearing this, a string in Ye Shaohan's heart couldn't help but be touched. Weiwei cupped his hands towards Mo Che and said, "Those two people have no intention of studying at all. The song before was undoubtedly a lullaby to those two people. Why bother?"
What about the two of them?" In the empty attic, Ye Shaohan's voice was like the roaring cold wind, with a hint of confusion in his deep voice.
"There is no distinction between teaching and learning! A teacher teaches, teaches, and solves doubts. I can always be proud of standing here. Even if there is only one person, then I will be satisfied!" Mo Che's tone was still so gentle, making people feel very comfortable.
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Hearing this, Ye Shaohan's figure suddenly trembled, and the previous scene of Mo Che bowing to the two members could not help but appear in his mind.
"Teacher, you are here to teach, teach, and resolve doubts!" Ye Shaohan nodded slightly. There were very few people who could do this.
"Compared to a few days ago, the smell of blood on your body is stronger. It seems that you have killed a lot of creatures during this training!" Mo Taiqi looked at Ye Shaohan motionlessly with his deep eyes.
In response to this, Ye Shaohan was stunned. He had already restrained his murderous intention very well, but the old man in front of him could still feel it.
"Haha, sometimes killing is not killing. Who can say clearly about this? As long as you think it is right, then you have a reason to continue, right?" Mo Che chuckled, sitting upright, and gently touched his hands again.
Putting it on the silver string, the tinkling tinkling sound of the piano sounded again, and Mo Cheqi's gentle voice also sounded in Ye Shaohan's ears: "Class!"
The low and melodious sound of the piano resounded. After hearing this, Ye Shaohan found a rare place to sit down, closed his eyes and felt the melodious sound of the piano.
The sound of the piano was like crying and complaining, and its peaceful sound slowly faded away Ye Shaohan's murderous aura.
In the sound of the piano, Ye Shaohan's mood became more and more peaceful. Under the influence of the sound of the piano, Ye Shaohan seemed to have turned into a fish in the sea, swimming happily in the sea.
The sound of the piano kept changing. As the sound of the piano changed, Ye Shaohan's face showed different expressions. However, what surprised Mo Che was that every expression on Ye Shaohan's expression could match the artistic conception of the sound of the piano.
Only those who truly understand the sound of the piano can understand the artistic conception of the sound. Inadvertently, Mo Che's sound of the piano becomes more and more random, but this random sound of the piano shocks people's soul.
The murderous intention gradually receded, but a trace of murderous intention still only existed in Ye Shaohan's heart. No matter how gentle the sound of the piano was, it could not eliminate the murderous intention in Ye Shaohan's heart.
The soft sunlight shines through the clouds on the attic. The classical-style attic is quietly bathed in the sunlight. Ye Shaohan and Mo Che gradually merge into the surrounding environment, regardless of each other.
The breeze blowing through the pear trees beside the jade path carried the sound of the piano and swept towards the entire Royal Academy. Those competing in the Dawn Square stopped their hands, and the fighting spirit in their hearts was gone.
Forgetting the killing, forgetting the artistic conception of selflessness, Ye Shaohan only had an empty space in his mind, and his whole soul was baptized by the sound of the piano.
Time flowed in the sound of the piano. After a few moments, the sound of the piano slowly dissipated. At the moment when the sound of the piano disappeared, a biting murderous aura burst out from Ye Shaohan's body, and countless stars suddenly rained down from the surrounding void.
Xiao Bingjing, Ye Shaohan's closed eyes slowly opened, smiled slightly at Mo Che on the high platform, and said: "Although the sound of the piano is gentle, it can't wipe away the murderous intention in my heart, because that is what I insist on!"
The dancing fingers paused quietly. After hearing this, Mo Che opened his eyes, and a smile appeared on his face: "Everyone has his own ideas and persistence. They are all insisting on their own, so what's the reason?
, give up and change for others! Haha, I am persistent!"
"You only live once. You don't have to force yourself to choose a path you don't like. It doesn't matter whether you live or die as you like. However, no matter which path you choose, don't forget your original persistence! Senior, don't you insist on it yourself?
Road? Why do you have to help me brush away the murderous intention again?" Ye Shaohan looked at Mo Che on the high platform and chuckled.
"Haha! The artistic conception of selflessness! This kind of artistic conception has not appeared in the Martial God Continent for I don't know how many years! Those who forget themselves, those who are obsessed with killing! I hope you can always stay clear and don't sink into the artistic conception of selflessness!" A slightly complicated look on Mo Che's face
That deep gaze emerged.
"Senior, do you also know the artistic conception of selflessness?" Hearing this, Ye Shaohan's expression changed slightly. The three most popular artistic conceptions in the Martial God Continent are undoubtedly the three artistic conceptions of selflessness.
"There are thousands of people, and there are thousands of artistic conceptions! Is it strange to have the artistic conception of selflessness? Everyone has a way to persevere, and it is precisely because of this that different artistic conceptions arise!"
Reflecting on Mo Che's words carefully, a hint of enlightenment gradually flashed in Ye Shaohan's eyes, and he looked at the old man thoughtfully.
A mysterious wave emerged from Mo Che's body, and at the same time, a terrifying coercion emerged from Mo Jie's body. Mo Che, who was only at the fifth level of martial arts, felt a palpitating feeling at this moment.
Murderous intent suddenly emerged from Mo Che's gentle face, a few ice crystals emerged next to Mo Che, and two shocking killing intent emerged from the void of the attic.
With an understatement and a smile, the shocking murderous intention dissipated. Mo Che sat down again and plucked the silver strings with both hands, and the sweet sound of the piano floated out.
Shrugging his shoulders, Ye Shaohan also restrained all the murderous intent in his body, and looked at Mo Che solemnly for the first time. After a few breaths, Ye Shaohan finally said: "You actually understood the artistic conception! The artistic conception of selflessness!"
"The artistic conception of selflessness! It is precisely because I have understood this artistic conception that I know how terrible this artistic conception is!" Mo Che lowered his head and played the piano, all his attention falling on the strings in his hand.
"I forget myself because of the piano, but you forget yourself because of the sword! If you have free time, why not come over and sit for a while! Although the sound of the piano cannot drive away the murderous intention in your heart, it can keep you in a peaceful state of mind."
Mo Che made a gesture, and the sound of his piano suddenly stopped. He looked up at Ye Shaohan and chuckled.
"Thank you, senior!" Ye Shaohan's eyes flashed with something strange, and he slightly cupped his hands towards Mo Che.
The sound of the piano can not only depict the beautiful artistic conception, but also express the emotions of the player. It is precisely because he understands the sound of the piano that Ye Shaohan can be sure that Mo Che has no ill intentions towards him.
"In the past, I played the piano for students, how about you playing one today?" Mo Che said with a chuckle.
Ye Shaohan had this idea when he was listening to Mo Che's piano. Hearing this, Ye Shaohan did not refuse, and smiled calmly: "Senior, why don't we play together?"
Sitting on the ground, there is a classical-style guqin placed on his desk. Its dark color looks like metal. Next to the guqin is an incense burner, and white smoke slowly floats to the incense burner.
With his right hand popping out of his sleeve, Ye Shaohan gently plucked the silver string, and a crisp tinkling sound floated out. The sound was as pleasant as spring water hitting a rock.
"That's a good suggestion!" Mo Che's tone was still gentle, he sat upright, put his hands on the strings again, and said, "Then I'll start first!"
With his hands shaking slightly, he pressed his left hand lightly and raised his fingers on his right hand. The silver string swayed slightly under Mo Che's right finger. A low humming sound quietly sounded, and the melodious sound of the piano floated above the attic.
The sound of Mo Che's piano was still so soft, making people's mood softer and softer. With his eyes closed tightly, Ye Shaohan gently tapped the piano stand with his right finger. At this time, his mind had completely calmed down.
Mo Che's piano music describes a bumper harvest in autumn, with golden fields and withered leaves. Under this natural sound, the joy of autumn harvest is completely presented in Ye Shaohan's mind.
A calm and composed look appeared on Ye Shaohan's face, and his whole person seemed to be integrated with the music of the piano, indistinguishable from each other.
The sound of the piano trembled. At the moment when the sound of the piano changed, Ye Shaohan slowly raised his hands, then put them down again, landing on the strings. The melodious sound of the piano floated out from Ye Shaohan's fingertips.
Compared with the peacefulness of Mo Che's piano music, Ye Shaohan's piano music also describes autumn and the chilling atmosphere in autumn. The autumn wind blows through the dead leaves, bringing with it a chilling atmosphere.