On Taixuan Mountain, the martial arts of the two holy places are in full swing.

However, in Xiaochi Town, which is a spiritual place in the Taixuan Holy Land, there is nothing unusual, and the more than 200 people in the entire town are still living the same life as usual.

However, in recent days, some people have noticed that in the small courtyard where Mr. Ye lives, there are often melodious and melodious piano sounds.

According to the usual practice, Mr. Ye only plays the piano in the evening every day, but in the early morning of these days, it will be heard after noon, and in the evening, it will still be heard.

It's just that since Mr. Ye has also been in Xiaochi Town for several years, and the residents of these Xiaochi Town have also listened to Mr. Ye's piano sound for several years, they can hear whether it is Mr. Ye's piano sound or not.

Therefore, according to the different tones of the piano, the residents of Koike Town quickly guessed that there was another guest in Mr. Ye's house.

Evening.

As the sun sets, a layer of mist envelops the ancient town again.

The slightest wisps of ethereal and ethereal light set off this town is almost like a paradise, quiet and peaceful.

At this time, the melodious and melodious sound of the piano sounded again.

In the square in the center of Koike Town, the original inhabitants of the day's work gather here to chat.

At this moment, in the small courtyard where Ye Changqing lives.

Ye Changqing sat aside pouring tea, and not far away, a peerless white-clothed Yutai Qingxue was sitting under the willow tree playing the piano.

Her slender onion fingers move with the rhythm, sometimes slowly, sometimes briskly, those narrow eyes are slightly closed, the breeze Buddha face, three thousand green silk like blue waves flowing, so beautiful that it is incomprehensible.

Ye Changqing held the teacup in his hand, listened quietly, nodded from time to time, and gently opened his eyes from time to time, glancing at the Qingxue of the platform who was playing the piano.

After about a stick of incense, when the slender five fingers of Yutai Qingxue gently pressed on the strings, the piece was finally played.

"What's wrong with this piece, sir?"

Yutai Qingxue looked up at Ye Changqing, a quiet smile appeared on her fair-skinned and flawless, perfect face.

This smile is unparalleled, almost like an iceberg melting, and it is so beautiful that it makes people's hearts tremble.

As everyone knows, Lantai Qingxue, the first fairy in the cultivation world, would only show such a smile when facing Ye Changqing.

Ye Changqing took a sip of tea unhurriedly, and then said thoughtfully: "Overall, this piece is played quite well, but there is one feeling missing. ”

"One less feeling?"

Yutai Qingxue Dai frowned lightly, and asked softly, "May I ask sir, what kind of feeling is this?"

Yutai Qingxue thinks that when she is playing this song, she doesn't know how many times better than when she came here, and I'm afraid that even with the master's attainments in chess, she can't find any problems.

But there was a problem with Mr. Ye.

Of course, she didn't suspect that this elegant and easy-going peerless master in front of her was too high, but that this peerless master's attainments in music and rhythm were too high.

It was so high that she wondered if it was possible for her to reach one-tenth of Mr. Ye's achievements in this life.

Moreover, under the careful guidance of Mr. Ye, in just a few days, her realm has advanced by leaps and bounds again, and her attainments in the way of music and rhythm have entered a new field.

"A freewheeling feeling. ”

Seeing the suspicious look on Qingxue's face, Ye Changqing said patiently: "Let's put it this way, for example, when you play this piece, you pay too much attention to the rhythm itself, which makes it sound like you play this piece, which makes it seem a little deliberately old-fashioned." ”

"What should I do, sir?"

Hearing Ye Changqing say this, Tantai Qingxue couldn't help but be confused, and her expression was full of confusion.

Ye Changqing said: "The kind of freewheeling feeling I said is actually not difficult, but it is not easy to really do it, that is, when playing any song, you must learn to start from the heart and move with your heart." ”

From the heart, with the heart?

Is this a state of mind?

Could it be that the master and her old man once said that the highest state of mind of the way of music and rhythm, the state of mind of immaculate?

Hearing Ye Changqing say this, although Tantai Qingxue was still a little foggy, but looking at Ye Changqing's eyes again, the respectful color became a little stronger.

Ye Changqing glanced at Qingxue, who was still confused, and then got up and said, "That's it, I'll play this piece of yours again, and you can feel it carefully." ”

Yutai Qingxue nodded, and then stood up to make room for Ye Changqing.

He was like a student, standing aside respectfully.

Sitting in front of the piano case, Ye Changqing took a light breath, calmed down his mood, and then stretched out his hands and began to play the song that Qingxue had played before.

Soon, the melodious and melodious sound of the piano spread again.

In the square in the center of Koike Town, the residents gathered here were silent for a moment after hearing the sound of the piano, and then they began to talk again.

"The sound of the piano has changed, if nothing else, it should be Mr. Ye playing this time. ”

"Lao Sun, you are a rough man who slaughters livestock, can you still hear whether this song was played by Mr. Ye?"

"Lao Zhang, there is a problem with what you said, I'm a rough person, aren't you?"

"Besides, I can hear it, can't you hear it?"

"Haha, Lao Sun, look at what you said, and make you more and more capable?"

"However, don't say it, we have also listened to Mr. Ye's piano music for some years, I have to say that this Mr. Ye is really a capable person, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but how can a person like him choose to stay in our poor country all the time?"

"This is to the point, if you want me to say, a person as smart as Mr. Ye must be a genius of cultivation when he enters the Immortal Gate, why does he stay with us all the time?"

“......”

As the residents sat in the square and chatted, before they knew it, the sound of the piano gradually stopped again.

At this time, Ye Changqing pressed his hands on the strings, then looked up at Tantai Qingxue, and asked, "How do you feel?"

Yutai Qingxue was stunned, then suddenly came back to her senses, and said with a smile: "Sir, what you just said is indeed true." ”

Ye Changqing nodded with a smile, then got up and said with a smile: "It's not early now, let's stop here today." ”

At this time, Yutai Qingxue hesitated for a moment, and then spoke: "Mr. Ye, Qingxue has been here for a while, and I plan to leave here tomorrow." ”

"Leaving?"

Ye Changqing frowned slightly.

Yutai Qingxue bowed slightly, then turned around and walked towards a house that Ye Changqing had specially cleaned up for her.

Soon, she came to Ye Changqing with an ancient book in both hands.

"Mr. Ye, thank you for your careful guidance over the past few days. ”

Tantai Qingxue first bent down to Ye Changqing to compile, then handed the ancient book to Ye Changqing, and said solemnly: "The text of this ancient book is relatively obscure and jerky, and sir, you seem to have a lot of research on ancient characters, so before leaving, Qingxue wanted to give this ancient book to Mr. ”

Ye Changqing hesitated slightly, and then casually turned the page.

Sure enough, the text on it is indeed ancient.

But for some reason, these ancient characters seem to have been disrupted by a specific pattern......