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Xiao Che ignored it, walked straight over, staring at the poems on the stone wall without blinking, as if immersed in his own music and rhythm world, and did not put the turbid prince in his eyes at all.

When the turbid prince saw Xiao Che walking away, the arrogance between his eyebrows became stronger, and he said coldly: "It's better to be a low-key person." ”

As he spoke, his face raised in a condescending and chic posture, because he knew that almost everyone's eyes around him were on him, and he wanted to laugh to the end, and he wanted to smile beautifully.

Mu Wan'er followed Xiao Che forward, and the cold air that lingered around her body when she passed by this person couldn't help but leak out, but suddenly hearing Xiao Che's dry cough, Mu Wan'er's eyes froze, and she turned to follow his footsteps closely.

Coming to a slightly quieter place, Mu Wan'er looked at Xiao Che and said movingly, "Why bear it?"

Xiao Che smiled: "Forbearance is sometimes an art, what's so bad?"

Mu Wan'er said, "Is it good?"

Xiao Che said: "At least, those who understand this art will live longer than those who don't." ”

Mu Wan'er said, "So are you afraid?"

Xiao Che smiled: "I just want to learn this art, because I have such an art master by my side." ”

Mu Wan'er stopped talking, as a saint in the study, she was always praised and respected by everyone, she had never experienced this kind of insult, so naturally she couldn't empathize with Xiao Che, let alone learn the art of forbearance.

She only believes in the sword in her hand, and in her opinion, the sword move is art.

Xiao Che shrugged his shoulders indifferently, sat down on the spot, and carefully contemplated and visualized the poetic conception depicted on the stone wall, he always felt that in that poem, there was a mysterious musical conception.

In front of his knees, the heart-washing guqin emerged, Xiao Che's slender and white fingers caressed the strings, and with the beating of the knuckles, the sound of the qin jumped up.

There is always a kind of eloquence in the beautiful rhythm, such as the gentle and beautiful rhyme and the artistic conception of swaying freely, listening to Xiao Che's piano sound, as if you can see his clear eyes, such as a stream of autumn water, the meaning flows, and the momentum is magnificent.

Soon, Xiao Che's body suddenly swirled with a burst of brilliant brilliance.

It's a brilliance that no one has ever seen.

Xiao Che's eyes were open, and his eyes were slightly sluggish, as if he had seen some incredible scene, but his expression quickly recovered, vaguely with joy.

The eagle-like gaze of the turbidity prince suddenly fell on Xiao Che's body, and he couldn't help asking, "What did you see?"

Xiao Che said lightly: "What do you think I should see?"

The face of the prince of the turbid world was full of pride, and he said with a smile: "Maybe if I am happy, I will help you refer to it." ”

Xiao Che was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Thank you first." ”

The smile on the face of the Turbidity Prince was even stronger, and he said, "So, what did you see?"

Xiao Che's eyes seemed to glow with an aftertaste, and he said seriously: "Dog, vicious dog, vicious dog barking." ”

Xun Shigongzi frowned and said, "This has something to do with the rhythm?"

Xiao Che said: "Of course it is. ”

He smiled and continued, "Because that vicious dog said a word to me." ”

The son of the turbidity said, "What words?"

Xiao Che said, "What did you see?"

Mu Wan'er and Yu Rou couldn't help but laugh in a low voice.

What do you see?

——The son of the turbidity world repeatedly whispered in his mouth.

Suddenly, a dazzling light burst out of his eyes, his face was frosty, and he stared at Xiao Che and said, "Are you looking for death?"

Xiao Che took a step forward, his face threatening, and shouted, "Do you want to die?"

Sen Han's voice was like a basin of ice water that instantly extinguished the flames burning on this turbid prince, his face was white, his voice was choked in his throat, and he couldn't speak.

Behind him, a man dressed in slave clothes stood up and said: "Why should the prince bother with this kind of person, the poetry on the stone wall is profound, the number of people who have come here to meditate and practice in the past few years is innumerable, and the opinions are also different, people like him, do you think the artistic conception of comprehension will be very strong?"

These words were not for Xiao Che, let alone for the son of the turbid world, but for the surrounding crowd.

The son of the turbid world nodded, and the indifferent pupil glared at Xiao Che fiercely, and no longer paid attention to it.

Xiao Che thought it was funny, this man in slave clothes actually belittled himself in front of everyone and exalted his son-in-law?

Why does this person think that he Xiao Che will not have a seizure?

Shrugging his shoulders, Xiao Che walked away, he didn't bother to pay attention to the turbid son, and he didn't bother to pay attention to his slaves, he was full of cultivation, and he was not for these people.

- Besides, he's used to giving others a chance.

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Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd: "Someone is here again." ”

"It's Wu Qingyao!"

"Wu Qingyao, she is neither a member of the royal family nor a disciple of the study, why can she come to Yinlu Mountain?"

"But she is the daughter of the Martial King of the Martial Palace. ”

"King Wu and Dean Zhuang have known each other for a long time, and Wu Qingyao has a great relationship with Luo Xixi, the daughter of King Luo, so she is naturally qualified to come. ”

Xiao Che followed everyone's gaze, and saw a slender figure in the distance slowly coming towards this side, that shadow was wearing a tight white robe, heroic and compelling, it was the "martial idiot" Wu Qingyao.

Wu Qingyao's eyes were shining, but she didn't seem to look at everyone's burning eyes at all, she took a lotus step, stood in front of the stone wall, immersed in her own artistic conception.

I forgot about people.

God is determined to be idle, and is not bound by heaven and earth.

Soon, Wu Qingyao's body also flashed with mysterious light patterns.

The crowd looked at Wu Qingyao's back in astonishment, and sighed lightly: "Just looking at it from a distance, there is a deep feeling." ”

Xiao Che smiled, this stone wall poem is not as profound as everyone imagined, these people ignore the most superficial things.

Turbidity noticed Xiao Che's expression and shouted, "What are you laughing at?"

Xiao Che ignored him, looked at Wu Qingyao and said, "Sometimes things on the surface are particularly precious. ”

The crowd's knife-like gaze instantly stared at Xiao Che, was he reminding Wu Qingyao?

He is qualified to say such things?

Wu Qingyao glanced at Xiao Che coldly, and said indifferently, "Do you understand the rhythm?"

Xiao Che frowned, and said secretly in his heart: "So proud?"

He smiled indifferently, stared at Wu Qingyao's eyes, and said lightly: "I don't understand." ”

Not far away, the turbid prince took over the conversation and said, "Then what nonsense are you talking about?!"

Xiao Che laughed at himself: "I'm talking nonsense, you don't have to care." ”

While speaking, Xiao Che had already taken Yurou's hand and walked to the stone wall and began to visualize the poems of the stone wall and comprehend the artistic conception of the sound path.

Mu Wan'er's jade hand had already touched the hilt of the sword between her waist, and the cyan tendons gradually bulged, making her hand whiter and whiter, and even transparent.

It was as if the hilt of the sword in his hand was the throat of the turbid son.

The air seemed to be about to condense, Xiao Che suddenly grabbed Mu Wan'er's wrist, and the cold around her suddenly dissipated.

Mu Wan'er's beautiful eyes froze, and when she was about to struggle, Xiao Che let go of her wrist.

His palms are gentle.

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The heart-washing guqin was placed on his knees, and before he immersed himself in the metaphysics, Xiao Che took a deep look at Wu Qingyao who was imagining, he just reminded him kindly, but in exchange for doubts and contempt.

Xiao Che smiled bitterly and shook his head, he was still a little depressed in his heart, the feeling of being questioned and despised by others was very bad, and being questioned and despised by women was even worse.

He sank into the mystical imagination and comprehended the poetry of the stone wall.

He gently plucked the strings with the palm of his hand, and gently played the sound of the piano with the artistic conception of the poem, and the light of the will of the piano path flowed slightly, wrapping around him like light smoke.

"The intention of the untouched palace has been transmitted, and the sound of the night is in the ears......"

Xiao Che frowned, every time he came to these two lines of poetry, he always had a strange feeling, uncertain, as if something was wrong.

The intention has been passed on?

The piano is a piano or a piano, and the sound is a sound or a non-sound.

These two lines of poetry are the soul, because sometimes the piano can be silent.

Xiao Che's eyes slowly opened, looking at Yu Rou, only to see that Yu Rou was closing her eyes tightly, immersing herself in the artistic conception and gently playing the flute, Xiao Che was stunned, and smiled secretly: "It turns out that this girl is also good at music." ”

Xiao Che stroked the strings, the notes jumped, and the rhythm wrapped Yu Rou, and at the same time, Xiao Che's voice was also implied in it: "Yu Rou." ”

Yurou was startled, and just wanted to break free from the artistic conception, but suddenly heard Xiao Che say again: "Don't be afraid, it's me." ”

Yurou was shocked: "Big brother?"

Xiao Che said, "Do you believe me?"

Yu Rou didn't think about it and said, "Of course I believe it." ”

In addition to her father, father-in-law, and Aunt Liuxi, Xiao Che is the person she trusts the most.

Xiao Che said: "Okay, listen carefully to the sound of the piano." ”

The notes beat, the subtle sound of the piano curls into the ears, and the soul of the rhythm implied in it seems to be stripped from the sound of the piano, and it is cleverly integrated with the artistic conception of the rhythm of Yurou, which fits each other.

At the same time, the soul seemed to have life, and it resonated with Yurou's heart.

In Yurou's mind, the poems on the stone wall that her mind contemplated actually formed a beating painting, and the wisps of music and rhythm quietly blended into her blood, her body trembled, and she suddenly felt a mysterious soul quietly born like a bright lamp.

Very clean and clear.

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