Chapter 443 Playing the piano and dancing with the sword
The sharp sound of breaking wind sounded, and a long rainbow spanned the entire sky. One after another, dumbfounded eyes looked at the thin figure that emerged, and their minds were a little unable to turn around. Immediately, a series of neat shouts rang out:
"I've met the Patriarch!" Hundreds of Ye family disciples present shouted in unison. The shouts were deafening, making the other family Patriarchs and their disciples stunned for a while.
Jiang is still old and hot, and the heads of the aristocratic families also stood up one after another, raised their hands to the figure in the void and said: "I have met the Ye family master!"
Above the void, a thin figure emerged, dressed in a black robe, with long ink-like hair floating freely. It was Ye Shaohan who had returned to his original appearance.
It had been nearly a few months since the incident at the Royal Academy. It originally didn't take that many days to rush from the imperial capital to Niefeng City, but in order to heal his injuries, Ye Shaohan was in no hurry to come back. Therefore, by the time he returned to Niufeng City, he had already inadvertently arrived.
It was late autumn. Looking at Ye Shaobai on the martial arts stage with a dull gaze, Ye Shaohan nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Not bad!"
Being praised by Ye Shaohan in public, a rare blush appeared on Ye Shaobai's face, and he said solemnly: "This level is far from enough, Shaobai still needs to work hard!"
Seeing that Ye Shaobai's words came from the heart, Ye Shaohan nodded slightly again and said: "It is not appropriate to be arrogant in victory, and it is inappropriate to lose. I hope you can continue to do so in the future. I also hope you can make that sword count as soon as possible."
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Hearing this, Ye Shaobai's eyes couldn't help but light up, and he repeated Ye Shaohan's words: "The example is worth it!"
Seeing that Ye Shaobai was deep in thought, Ye Shaohan did not interrupt him and took a step forward. In just the blink of an eye, his figure emerged on the high platform.
Just relying on this terrifying speed made other heads of the aristocratic families feel ashamed. Even the head of the Huang family rarely put away the provocative look in his eyes.
Nodding to Ye Shaoping, Ye Shaohan walked directly to the front seat and sat down at the front seat very naturally.
Seeing this, Ye Shaoping and others also took their seats one after another. After taking their seats, Ye Shaoping informed Ye Shaohan of the reason for this martial arts competition. Ye Shaohan had no objection to this.
The other Ye family disciples saw Ye Shaohan on the high platform, so in the following battle, they all performed hard.
It was not until several hours later that the martial arts competition came to an end. After it ended, Ye Shaohan stood up and said to Ye Shaoping: "After you have finished handling the matter, come to the courtyard!"
After saying that, Ye Shaohan stood up directly, jumped with both feet, and jumped dozens of feet out of thin air.
After Ye Shaohan disappeared, Ye Shaofang stood up, glanced at the Huang Family Master with a meaningful look, and then turned around to arrange the rewards for the top three.
Withered yellow autumn leaves were scattered on both sides of the stone path. Walking on the stone path, Ye Shaohan nodded from time to time to the children of the Ye family who were walking beside him. The news of Ye Shaohan's appearance had already spread throughout the entire Ye family. For a time, the whole Ye family was already busy.
The Ye family is getting busier and busier.
However, the courtyard where Ye Shaohan lived was still as clean as ever. Before Ye Shaohan approached the courtyard, he heard a melodious sound of the piano.
The sound of the piano is like crying and complaining, and the magic contained in it makes people immersed in it.
"This girl's piano skills have improved a lot!" This piece of music is familiar to Ye Shaohan. It is the Yangchun Sandie that he originally taught Dark Spirit.
Ye Shaohan still remembered that when he left, Dark Spirit played this harp, and now, when he returned, she happened to play this harp music.
In the music, the feeling of reluctance and blessing are vividly expressed, especially the three overlapping tunes. Even if Ye Shaohan played it, it would be nothing more than that.
The sound of the piano finally turned into a lingering sound and dissipated in the surrounding air. Opening his eyes, Ye Shaohan walked toward the courtyard in his memory with a faint smile on his lips. That was the holy place in Ye Shaohan's heart.
The courtyard is still as it was when we first came here. The leaves of one of the pear trees have long since fallen off, and under the bare tree, a girl in a white dress stands gracefully.
The girl was sitting on the ground, with a guqin placed in front of her. Her slender fingers gently pressed the silver strings, and the sound of the piano gradually disappeared.
At this moment, the girl lowered her head slightly, and three thousand silky green silk hairs were hanging down along the fragrant shoulders, until they stopped spreading until the willow waist. Looking up, this beautiful shadow was like the blooming pear blossoms in early spring, refined and unique.
On the other side of the courtyard, Zhang Ming, with hair as white as snow, was taking the trouble to draw and sheath his sword, completely immersed in the world of the sword.
Bang! Bang! Slight footsteps sounded at the courtyard gate, and a look of helplessness appeared on the corner of the girl's mouth. A long time ago, whenever she heard the footsteps, she would be full of expectations, looking forward to the return of that person.
However, the footsteps were just a beautiful mistake. The girl's attention was still on the strings, but she did not notice a figure slowly approaching him.
Suddenly, a slender hand pressed on the silver string, and as the slender fingers moved, jingling sounds like spring water hitting rocks came out.
Ding ding! The intermittent sound of the piano was extremely loud in the silent courtyard, and the sudden appearance of the hand startled the girl.
A familiar breath hit her face, and the girl suddenly raised her head and looked at the smiling face, her pretty face full of surprise.
Looking at this familiar pretty face, Ye Shaohan gently tapped the girl's forehead with his fingers and chuckled: "Long time no see, little Ling'er!"
She is still wearing this white dress, and the slender dress makes Darkling's waist even more slender.
"Long time no see!" A plain voice resounded, and Ye Shaohan's right hand lightly passed across Dark Spirit's nose.
With a familiar breath, a familiar face, and a familiar figure, the corners of Dark Spirit's eyes became wet inadvertently, and he pouted, "Bad master, you've been gone for so long!"
Although he complained in his mouth, Darkling's entire body leaned forward, and his pink fist also hit Ye Shaohan's chest.
In this regard, Ye Shaohan remained silent and continued to let Dark Spirit beat him. After beating him several times, Dark Spirit realized that his entire body was in Ye Shaohan's arms, and his pretty face turned red.
Gently pushing Ye Shaohan away, a blush appeared on Dark Ling's face, and he said angrily: "Smelly master, you take advantage of others as soon as you come back, shameless!"
Seeing Dark Ling's shy posture, Ye Shaohan chuckled, moved his fingers slightly, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Dark Ling's eyes, and said with a chuckle: "If you don't take advantage of my apprentice, then whose will?"
Saying this, Darkling's face turned even scarier, and he waved his fist at Ye Shaohan angrily, saying angrily: "Be careful, I'll hit you!"
Ye Shaohan chuckled softly and looked at the dark spirit in front of him. Ye Shaohan felt warm in his heart. In this world, if there is someone who is thinking about you, then you are happy.
Dark Spirit's voice was extremely sweet. Zhang Ming, who was swinging his sword, stopped swinging his sword and turned around. His empty eyes changed slightly, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Look, Brother Zhang Ming is watching your joke!" Ye Shaohan also noticed Zhang Ming's gaze, raised his head, looked at Zhang Ming and said with a smile: "I'm back!"
Hearing this, An Ling raised his head and happened to catch a glimpse of the smile at the corner of Zhang Ming's mouth, and slightly stuck out his tongue in embarrassment.
"You haven't let up for several months!" Zhang Ming said softly, and his long sword waved many sword flowers in the air.
Feeling this extremely simple sword count, a rare look of solemnity appeared on Ye Shaohan's face. He did not expect Zhang Ming to be able to use the emotional conception to such an extent.
This sword made people feel sad. What surprised Ye Shaohan the most was the strong aura fluctuations on Zhang Ming's body.
"Fake Lingzong realm?" Ye Shaohan felt that the aura fluctuations on Zhang Ming's body were no less than his own, especially the strong spiritual energy in his body, which slowed down the air flow around him.
"We just reached it not long ago!" The fake spirit sect realm that others said was so far away seemed like a trivial matter to Zhang Ming, and his heart was no longer moved by anything.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan also smiled helplessly. He had worked hard to reach the fake Lingzong realm, which seemed to him enough to be proud of himself. However, at this moment, he realized that the fake Lingzong realm was indeed insignificant.
His eyes passed over Zhang Ming's figure and landed on the lonely tombstone, and the smile on Ye Shaohan's face froze.
The solitary tombstone seemed so lonely to the entire courtyard. However, when Zhang Ming's figure was beside the tombstone, the tombstone no longer seemed so lonely.
There was a brief silence between the three of them. Ye Shaohan took off the white porcelain pot from his waist and walked towards the tombstone with light and heavy steps. There was a pile of withered grass around the tombstone.
"Brother Zhang said that Sister Li likes lilacs, so I planted lilacs there, but in the fall, they withered!" Sitting in the wheelchair, An Ling said sentimentally.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan nodded slightly and said to himself: "It's another season of flowers blooming and falling. In the coming year, will there be lilacs blooming all over the courtyard again?"
The white porcelain pot was raised upwards, and the wine spilled all over the floor along the mouth of the porcelain pot, and the wine fell on the dead branches.
"This is Qingwu wine from the Imperial Capital. It tastes a bit bitter and astringent!" Ye Shaohan murmured to himself. Only when the wine was gone did Ye Shaohan put away the porcelain pot.
Ding! The Qilin Sword suddenly appeared in Ye Shaohan's hand. Ye Shaohan stepped slightly, and its gorgeous sword shadow spread throughout the courtyard, rolling up the dead leaves on the ground. Ye Shaohan was like a dancer at this moment, moving his sword.
, the wind moves with it.
Seeing this, Zhang Ming, who was originally silent, also joined in. Compared to Ye Shaohan's light steps, Zhang Ming's movement was more direct.
A flash of sword light appeared and disappeared, and for a moment, figures swayed in the entire courtyard, which looked extremely spectacular.
Picking up the guqin, Dark Spirit's slender hands danced on the silver strings again, and its heart-stirring sound floated out again. The most surprising thing is that Dark Spirit's piano sound gradually blended into such an occasion.
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Surrounded by the sound of the dark spirit's piano, Ye Shaohan inadvertently entered the state of selflessness again, and each of his swords revealed that mysterious state of mind.