Their minds were completely immersed in the music of the piano, and both of them entered a state of selflessness. The murderous intention emerged from Ye Shaohan's fingertips, and the music of the piano seemed to have turned into the sound of war drums on the battlefield. However, Ye Shaohan's piano music was extremely appropriate and harmonious with Mo.
Che's piano sounds merged together, but the two different piano sounds resonated, and a heavenly sound was formed by the two playing together.
The sound of the piano was moving, and the Jinghong in the sky forgot to flap its wings, and its figure suddenly fell towards the ground.
The whole courtyard was enveloped in the sound of the piano. The gestures of the two people changed erratically, and the sound of the piano also changed. Until half a moment later, the sound of the piano slowly fell, and the entire attic was silent with only the sound of the wind.
Opening their eyes at the same time, Mo Che and Ye Shaohan both looked at each other and smiled. Mo Che stood up, stepped off the high platform, and said to Ye Shaohan: "That's right! The sound of the piano penetrates people's hearts, and it is much better than those masters spread by the outside world!"
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan smiled slightly and said calmly: "Compared to the seniors, the path of the juniors is still further!"
"Humility has never been a habit for young people! Next is the third period, follow me!" Mo Che whispered, pushing his feet towards the ground, and his body swept forward lightly.
In this regard, Ye Shaohan hesitated for a moment, then his feet hit the ground at the same time, and his body shot out, following behind Mo Che.
The breeze blew their long hair away, and Mo Che led Ye Shaohan directly around the endless attic and rushed toward the endless mountains surrounding the Royal Academy.
Behind the Royal Academy, the huge mountains are undulating and winding, like a crawling dragon, and they are very majestic.
These peaks are steep and beautiful, reaching straight into the sky. Looking from a distance, the mountains are as black as ink and the vegetation is lush.
Although Mo Che's cultivation was not strong, his body was jumping on the mountain road extremely vigorously. After a few moments, the two figures appeared on a steep mountain peak.
Standing in the wind, with one hand on his back, Mo Che's black hair flying behind his back, looking at the endless mountains below, Mo Che turned to Ye Shaohan beside him and chuckled: "How about it!"
"So beautiful!" Standing against the wind, standing on the edge of the steep mountain, Ye Shaohan followed Mo Che's gaze.
In the endless mountains, among the white clouds, dozens of cranes are dancing gracefully. There are waterfalls, and the ears are surrounded by waves of pine waves and the distant sound of bells.
"Beautiful things can be found everywhere, what is missing is the eyes to discover beautiful things!" Mo Cheruo said with deep meaning, turned around and ran towards another mountain peak.
A few moments later, Ye Shaohan and Mo Che finally climbed to the peak. This place is filled with water all year round, surrounded by the shade of trees and filled with the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers.
Flocks of red birds flew past the waves, looking very leisurely and beautiful. Many tiny monsters were walking leisurely, occasionally looking up at Ye Shaohan and Mo Che.
What surprised Ye Shaohan was that a loft suddenly appeared on the mountain wall. The loft was slightly classical, but it looked no different from those in the courtyard.
"Let's go!" Mo Che's voice startled the monsters that were walking leisurely. These monsters were not afraid of strangers and were still playing in the grass.
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 Shaohan nodded slightly, kicked his feet, and jumped up several feet, heading 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 Shaohan glanced around slightly and found that the walls were covered with ink works. The words on them were like immortals whistling on trees, wild bamboos passing through the rain, or like white clouds in the early morning, rolling and rolling freely. 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 his pen on it. Ye Shaohan was quiet
Standing aside, he slightly flicked the pen that was constantly swimming in the old man's hand. The strokes were like a sword piercing the air, and the gas was dripping; the flick was like a sword moving across the crescent moon, the momentum was unstoppable, and Ye Shaohan actually felt it in each stroke of the painting.
A shocking sword intent.
The rich charm between the dots, horizontal strokes and strokes made Ye Shaohan feel jealous. What shocked Ye Shaohan the most was the artistic conception revealed between the dots and horizontal strokes.
The word "Yijian" appeared on the rice paper. In this simple word, Ye Shaohan 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 Shaohan 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 drizzle,
Ye Shaohan nodded and replied: "Sword Intent!" Mo Che smiled and said nothing, shaking his head slightly.
Ye Shaohan looked at it again. The originally silent words and pictures seemed to be given life, and there was a hint of spirituality. Ye Shaohan 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 Shaohan's eyes lit up, sometimes confused, sometimes sober. After a moment, Ye Shaohan 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 Shaohan said softly, his eyes looking at Mo Che with deep meaning, the man in front of him seemed to have become mysterious.
"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,
Time, then it is better to spend your time on the piano!" After saying this, Mo Che sat down casually and looked at Ye Shaohan.
His eyes lingered slightly on the surrounding landscape paintings. After a pause, Ye Shaohan finally looked away. He did not directly answer Mo Che's words, but asked doubtfully: "Senior, your attainments in swordsmanship are enough to serve as a tutor in the martial arts academy. Why?
Why don't you stay in the hospital and teach this piano art that no one cares about?" Although Mo Cheqi's strength in front of him was only the fifth level of the beginner's martial arts, Ye Shaohan could vaguely feel that this old figure contained an awe-inspiring power.
Heart palpitating 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 for Ye Shaohan. Perhaps becoming a strong man is Ye Shaohan'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 light, from the past to the future. Don't you?
?" Mo Che said expressionlessly, and put down the tea stove again.
"Dream!" Ye Shaohan 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 Aunt Feng, he began to work step by step until he became the head of the Ye family.
The challenges that followed continued. 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 Shaohan's face receded, and a smile emerged: "Standing at the pinnacle of this world, there are no restrictions!"
"Haha, it is precisely because of this dream that you have the persistence you have today. However, my persistence is just a dream!" Mo Che said with a chuckle.
"What is your dream, senior?" Ye Shaohan 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 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 through 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.
"Forgot about the piano!" At this moment, Ye Shaohan 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 Shaohan spent the rest of the time coming to this mountain peak to listen to Mo Che’s explanation of the music. In his previous life, Ye Shaohan was just a musician.
He is just a graduate of the Department of Guqin. Although he spends a lot of time on Guqin in private, he knows nothing about the path of Guqin. As Mo Che explains, Ye Shaohan feels more and more how profound and broad the path of Guqin is.
Mo Che was very satisfied with Ye Shaohan's life, so he tried his best to teach Ye Shaohan and passed on his decades of insights into the way of music to Ye Shaohan. Not only that, Mo Che also told Ye Shaohan his insights into the way of the sword, and
After listening to Mo Che's insights, Ye Shaohan 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, they are different to some extent.
Something that could be used as a reference. What surprised Ye Shaohan the most was that Mo Che actually told him all about his feelings about the selfless artistic conception. For this, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but feel grateful in his heart.