Ye Futian carried the rest of his life on his back, walking on the mountain road, stepping on the snow.

The invisible force of repression falls down, everywhere, to crush people.

He smiled bitterly, difficult steps, compared to this pressure, the evil thoughts did not affect him so strongly, although he did not fully recover, but the emperor's will always existed, the will was firm and unshakable, and it was not easy for evil thoughts to erode him.

He slept very dead for the rest of his life, he took him and Ye Wuchen forward for a few days in a state of enchantment, and he also fought with the Buddha, exhausted his strength, and was in a state of fainting and death, but this is also beneficial, he will not perceive the existence of that evil thought, as long as he carries it, he can also go up the Tianshan Mountain with him.

"It's coming. Ye Futian glanced up, the top of the Tianshan Mountain was not far away, as if it was close at hand, this distance was just a step away for him in normal times, and he could easily cross it, but this was the Tianshan Mountain.

Another step out, left deep footprints on the snow, the snow fell on his body, he didn't feel the cold, let the snow fall on his body, fell on the top of his head, he walked up step by step, although it was very difficult and slow, but he never gave up, this is also the obsession of the rest of his life, he still took him up the mountain before the demon, that is, he wanted to fulfill him.

Hua Qingqing always followed behind, looking at the back, she was a little amazed in her heart, she naturally understood what kind of pressure she was under, but Ye Futian was carrying a person on his back, and he could still walk up step by step, what kind of will was this?

The two of them moved forward and backward like snails, going up little by little, forgetting the time and exhaustion.

Ye Futian felt a little numb, he didn't know how long he had walked, when he took the last step and walked to the top of the mountain, he actually had a feeling of trance.

Raised his head, glanced at the sky, it was still very high, the vast white snow continued to fall from the sky, stretched out his hand, a snowflake fell in the palm of his hand, Ye Futian showed a bright smile on his face, as if relieved.

That invisible pressure seemed to disappear at this moment, and there was only an endless sense of relaxation.

Looking back, he was standing on the edge of the mountain at the moment, as if the whole world was in full view, and a sense of pleasure arose spontaneously when he climbed to the top of the mountain.

It is rumored that there is an invisible aura around the top of the Tianshan Mountain, and no one can come up directly from the side.

Closing his eyes, Ye Futian exhaled a breath of turbidity, then turned around and looked at the scenery on the top of the mountain, the vast white snow covered the top of the mountain, he raised his footsteps, and walked forward with the rest of his life on his back, where there seemed to be two snowmen.

The two snowmen sat cross-legged with the guqin on their laps, and their expressions were attentive, as if they were playing the qin.

Although it is just a snowman, only its shape, not its appearance, but Ye Futian can still feel that otherworldly temperament, the person on the left has long snowy hair, sprinkled on his shoulders, and the movements of the piano have endless chic, Ye Futian seems to be able to imagine a peerless figure that is extremely chic, playing there, and the other figure, at a glance, Ye Futian recognized who this is the form.

This is, Emperor Ye Qing.

Since this is Emperor Ye Qing, then who the other person is is also about to come out, and now the co-owner of the Eastern Shenzhou, the Emperor of the Eastern Phoenix.

The rumors turned out to be true, and there is a legend of the two emperors on the Tianshan Mountain, who once left footprints here.

In today's era, the statues of Emperor Ye Qing of the Oriental Shenzhou have all been destroyed, and it is commendable that the shape of Emperor Ye Qing can be preserved here.

Hundreds of years ago, Emperor Donghuang and Emperor Ye Qing stroked the qin here, sang about wine, suppressed demon birds, and were happy to enmity and hatred, but why, now Emperor Donghuang is the lord of the world, but there is no Ye Qing Emperor in the world.

What happened after the two emperors ruled the world?

Putting down the rest of his life, Ye Futian bowed to the snowman statue of Emperor Ye Qing, although he didn't know what Emperor Ye Qing had to do with him, but it must have a lot to do with it.

When he bent over, Ye Futian's eyes fell in a direction on the snow, and then he stepped forward and cut the snow away, and then, he saw a wine gourd.

This wine bottle was not buried deep in the snow, could it be that when they climbed the Tianshan Mountain, someone had come to the Tianshan Mountain to drink?

Ye Futian's heart was turbulent, looking around, the Tianshan Mountains were empty, only the vast white snow, how could there be a figure.

However, who drinks on the Tien Shan Mountains?

If someone goes up to the Tianshan Mountains, then what kind of cultivation realm is he?

Moreover, there seems to be no bell on the Tianshan Mountain, why does the bell on the Tianshan Mountain ring?

Ye Futian looked at the two snowman statues in front of him, he faintly felt that there seemed to be a wisp of fluctuation in them, and he couldn't help but think freely, at this moment, in his perception world, he faintly saw two vivid figures, Donghuang Emperor and Ye Qing Emperor, as if alive, appeared in his perception.

"Seniors. Ye Futian shouted at the statue of Emperor Ye Qing, hundreds of years ago, Emperor Ye Qing was not yet the emperor, he was younger than Emperor Ye Qing that Ye Futian saw in the Heavenly Demon Mountain in Qingzhou City, uninhibited, free and easy.

As for the Emperor Donghuang, his eyes are bright, his black hair is shawl, he is extremely handsome, and his whole person has an outstanding temperament.

Ye Futian naturally understood that he didn't really see the two of them, but the projection of will, which in fact had long since ceased to exist.

One after another notes appeared in his mind, beating on the guqin in front of the two people's knees, each beating note seemed to be imprinted into Ye Futian's mind, this beating note turned into a piano song in Ye Futian's mind, at this moment he gave birth to an illusion, as if he was listening to this song, across time and space, listening to the Donghuang Emperor and Ye Qingdi playing.

Ye Futian closed his eyes, the picture in his mind became clearer, he seemed to travel back to the past, in that era hundreds of years ago, when the two emperors were young, they composed a song on the top of the Tianshan Mountain, they were happy to enmity and hatred, composing the world, they knew each other, life and death together.

Such two people, peerless and proud, they walked to the top of Shenzhou together, but why did everything happen later?

Is it because of power?

Ye Futian only felt a sense of loss, he opened his eyes, raised his head to look at the snow in the sky, and then sat cross-legged.

The soul of the piano appeared, and Ye Futian began to play.

The notes beat, the melodious music comes out, the sound of the piano is very beautiful, cheerful and chic, walking the world, happy and enmity, from the sound of the piano, faintly can perceive that the player is young with a sword in the world, living a chic and chic, abiding by his heart, wanting to realize his ambitions, not disturbed by the things of the world.

When Ye Futian was playing, in front of the two snowman statues of Emperor Ye Qing and Emperor Donghuang, there were wisps of notes beating and manifesting.

And in the other direction, a beautiful figure walked up to the top of the mountain, Hua Qingqing, finally came here, her beautiful eyes looked at Ye Futian's side, but saw Ye Futian sitting there playing the piano.

Hua Qingqing likes the rhythm of music, she is a person who is obsessed with the piano, she can naturally appreciate the mystery of the piano sound, the piano sound is too beautiful, there is no trace of impurities in the melodious music, and the artistic conception expressed by the piano sound is so pure, like the sound of nature.

She raised her steps and walked towards Ye Futian and the rest of her life step by step, leaving footprints in the snow.

A moment later, she came to Ye Futian and Yu Sheng, she glanced at Ye Futian deeply, but she didn't move, she couldn't bear to interrupt the sound.

Ye Futian knew that she was coming, but he couldn't bear to interrupt it either, the notes that kept beating came into his mind, and he plucked the strings with his ten fingers, and felt the state of mind of Emperor Donghuang and Emperor Ye Qing at that time through time and space with the sound of the piano.

The beautiful and melodious sound of the piano gradually changed, the music became low, revealing a wisp of sadness, the artistic conception of happiness and hatred seemed to be cast a shadow, from the sound of the piano, a wisp of struggle, the struggle of the state of mind, the pure and immaculate heart was disturbed, unable to maintain the previous pure chic, they struggled, wanted to break it all, they were pain, sadness, anger.

The snow is falling heavier and heavier, and I feel the sadness contained in the sound of the piano.

Hua Qingqing's mind also appeared in the picture of the two emperors caressing the qin, as the sound of the piano continued to enter her ears, her spirit monkey enjoyment was strongly impacted, and was completely substituted into that artistic conception.

When she climbed the Heavenly Mountain, she also had an inner struggle and thinking.

The sound of the piano changes again, after the struggle, after the pain, everything returns to calm, as if the heart is as calm as water, they still retain that purity, that beauty.

Snowflakes were flying in the air, Hua Qingqing raised her head, she was obsessed with the piano, she naturally understood the piano, she had never heard such a perfect piano music.

Looking at the beating notes in front of him, Hua Qingqing also sat on the snow, the soul of the piano appeared, the slender and beautiful ten fingers plucked the strings, and followed the music played by Ye Futian, and it was played faintly.

On the top of the Tianshan Mountains, the sound of the piano across time and space is played in the snowflakes in the sky, which is so beautiful.

In the calm music, they can feel the sublimation of the mood of the two emperors, they are as pure as ever, stick to their hearts, but the sound of the piano gradually becomes sharp, high-pitched, as if they want to lead a song, looking up to the sky and roaring.

In the sound of the piano, Ye Futian and Hua Qingqing involuntarily integrated all their spiritual power into it, the flying snow in the sky was flying in the air, and the aura flowed wildly, at this moment, Ye Futian and Hua Qingqing felt that the entire top of the Tianshan Mountain seemed to have become different, and endless brilliance fell from the Tianshan Mountain, and every snowflake was like an artistic conception.

They seemed to see the two emperors playing in the snow, and the endless golden light fell from the sky and fell towards the Tianshan Mountain, wanting to cover the entire Tianshan Mountain, but what was even more terrifying was the artistic conception, the artistic conception of sticking to the original heart and wanting to reach the top.

The high-pitched piano sound contains the determination of the emperor, and in Ye Futian's body, there is a faint light of the emperor shining brightly, and his whole person is integrated into that artistic conception.

At this moment, Ye Futian understood that hundreds of years ago, at the top of the Tianshan Mountains, the two emperors strengthened their belief that they wanted to climb to the top and become the emperor of Shenzhou.

(End of chapter)