When Gu Li came here, he thought that he might encounter a powerful demon, so he specially brought his long sword over.

Originally, there was no way to get on the plane with items like long swords, but he contacted the sound of the night wind and asked him to do a little favor to bring them on the plane.

Pulling the long sword out of its scabbard, Gu Li looked at the sharp sword body in silence.

Strictly speaking, he is not a sword cultivator, but tends to use talismans, using all kinds of strange talismans to control the enemy.

Although I have practiced "Taiyi Sword Spectrum", I only learned it in order to strengthen my body and use the long sword better, but what I didn't expect was that I learned the first style instead.

"Sword Qi, Sword Momentum, Sword Intent..."

Thinking about the final explanation of "Imperial Spirit Sword Qi", he stood up after pondering for a long time, and the spiritual power of his whole body sank into the meridians, and only Xiao Zhou Tian constantly circulated and refined the spiritual power in his body.

Grasp the long sword with both hands and start practicing in the same way as the "Imperial Spirit Sword Qi" taught.

With each sword slash, the muscles of the arm begin to tense, then relax, then tense, constantly allowing the muscles to release their strength between relaxation.

In this way, without the support of spiritual power, it is easy to make the muscles feel sore and tired.

After only practicing more than ten times, Gu Li felt that his arm began to ache, and the palm holding the long sword became numb, and he sighed softly and put the long sword into the scabbard, and began to run spiritual power throughout his body to relieve fatigue.

After a minute, continue to practice with the long sword.

...

In the bright room, An Xue'er was dressed in a white dress, her delicate little face was full of seriousness, the melodious sound of the piano was echoing, and her jumping fingertips were dancing happily on the piano keys, composing a new chapter.

The slender fingers stopped, and the beautiful sound of the piano also fell, and An Xue'er looked at the music score in front of her in a daze.

The more she played this piano piece, the more she wanted to see the young man with a blurred face in her dream, not for the sake of excitement, but just to express her gratitude.

Gratitude came from nowhere, as if it appeared in the depths of her heart from nothing, firmly occupying a harbor in her heart, and where he was there was a sunny day.

Although she is nineteen years old, she has never been in a real relationship, and even the number of times she has spent time with the opposite sex of the same age is only a handful.

She doesn't know what liking is and what is heartbeat.

If liking is a feeling, then this feeling should be like a strand of love, constantly surrounding the thoughts, and from time to time his smiling face and his caring behavior will appear.

But until now, she hadn't really experienced that feeling of liking.

If anything, it's playing the piano.

Every time she plays the piano, she feels a feeling of emotion in her heart, as if she is witnessing the birth of great music, and she is fortunate to play it.

It's just that today, she didn't have that initial touch, and her heart was full of melancholy and confusion.

Thinking of this, An Xueer stood up and opened the door of the practice room, and then knocked on the door of her teacher's bedroom.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that his student seemed to be confused, the old gentleman signaled her not to worry, and then took her to the sofa in the hall to sit down and said, "Did there go wrong during the practice?" ”

"Nope." Gently shook his little head, the hair on his head fell down, and the delicate little face added a bit of softness: "Teacher, did you say that what you saw in your dream could happen in reality?" ”

The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and the old gentleman asked quietly, "It's because you can't sleep well at night, so you're in a bad mood now, right?" ”

"I feel in good spirits." An Xue'er opened her small mouth, hesitated for a moment, and then took out the soul fixing talisman from the pocket of her dress and said, "Since my mother asked for this talisman for me, I feel at ease every time I sleep. ”

"But every time I played the score, I felt very lost in my heart, as if what I saw at the beginning was not a dream, but a real experience..."

Seeing that his student was not in good shape, and there were only two days left before the start of the competition, the old man looked at her, then secretly looked in the direction of the study, sighed and said, "Do you remember what is the most important point in teaching you to make music scores?" ”

"I express what I want to say through music." After An Xue'er finished saying this, she was suddenly stunned, and muttered: "Express your heart..."

"Yes, every piece that has been handed down from generation to generation must be the most important thing that the composer wants to express in this life." The old man seemed to remember something, and said nostalgically: "Whether it is love, family, or friendship, it can be expressed through music." ”

"Since you said that there will be a feeling of loss when you play, then it means that the score is incomplete now, or it is not what you want to express, but just a substitute."

"If it's an ordinary score, the teacher can also help you think of a breakthrough."

"But obviously, the teacher hasn't really experienced the piece you're writing now, so it can't inspire you."

The old man smiled, as if he wanted to open it, and slowly stood up and said to her: "If you want to change it, change it, the teacher doesn't want you to leave regrets, even if you don't get the championship, it doesn't matter, this song alone is enough to prove yourself." ”

Watching the old man return to the bedroom with his hands behind his back, An Xue'er put the soul fixing talisman back in her pocket, and her eyes flashed with a determined look.

She decided to rewrite a score!

...

The room is divided into three areas.

In the study, Gu Li was familiar with the strength of his body again and again, and gradually mastered the power technique, and the slashing was not like before, either all the power was used, leaving no room for anything, or there was a lot of leeway, and the strength was not strong enough.

It can be said that through this kind of exercise, he can master his strength faster.

As for the generation of sword qi, although the "Imperial Spirit Sword Qi" states that as long as the body moves freely and the long sword swings freely, then the sword qi will naturally be generated.

It's like not saying it!

As for the old man, we won't talk about it, but we still stay in the bedroom and frown and think about how to compose the score.

In the practice room, An Xueer held a pen and blank sheet music, wrote and drew seriously with a small face, and then stopped to think, her fingers gently played the piano placed aside, and the light sound of the piano fluttered in the practice room.

The sheet music that had been placed on the piano had disappeared without a trace, and it seemed to have been thrown away by Ann Cher.

Time passed slowly, and it was the last day before the competition.

At seven o'clock this morning, An Xue'er came to the old man as usual, took out the written music score and said, "Teacher, this is the music score that was just completed last night, do you want to take a look?" ”

The old man didn't reach out to pick it up, but looked at her ruddy little face and smiled: "The spirit is very good, it seems that I don't have anything to worry about." ”

"I won't read the score, you can practice by yourself, and you will surprise me tomorrow."

"Students don't plan to practice, they will play directly tomorrow."

“... I've got a bit of a bad ear, you say it again..."