Chapter 1068: Life and death

"Well, the sound of the piano, the sound of the beautiful piano"
Leaving the watery moon, mixed with extravagant, wine-colored taste, Ye Chenfeng suddenly heard a soothing, melodious sound, such as the slow sound of the creek in the back of the water moon, and slowly spread under the night sky. swing.
"The sound of the avenue, this sound contains the sound of the avenue"
After listening for a while, Ye Chenfeng unexpectedly discovered that his soul resonated with the far-reaching piano sound, and he realized the sound of the avenue in the sound of the piano.
Suddenly, the melodious sound of the piano became rushed, sharp, and high. It was like a thousand horses rushing in the void, and the waves of the slaps smashed the reef, driving Ye Chenfeng to be there, and the brain could not help. The operation of the avenue of the boulevard emerged in his mind, slowly blending with the sound of the piano, and resonated.
In the sound of the piano, Ye Chenfeng saw the streamer and the sound of the wind, the elegance of the moon, the words of a thousand words, the endless, the same reason
In Ye Chenfeng’s body, he couldn’t extricate himself. The sound of the boulevard and the sound of the piano in the mind became more and more tacit. When the body and mind were all in the song, sometimes it was euphemistic, sometimes it was so loud, sometimes it was Yang. The sound of Guan Sandie’s piano was abruptly stopped, and Ye Chenfeng suddenly woke up in the sound of the ring.
"No, how did the piano suddenly disappear?"
Ye Chenfeng’s brows wrinkled tightly together, and there was a feeling of uncomfortableness in his heart. He had a feeling that he would continue to listen and his understanding of the sound of the avenue would rise to a level. Even the soul can sublimate.
At this critical moment, the sound of the piano that resonates with his soul and the sound of the avenue disappears, which makes him somewhat distressed, somewhat depressed, hesitant to find the person who plays the piano.
At this time, a woman wearing a green emerald long skirt, lightly painted with light makeup, elegant and elegant woman walked slowly through the night, looked at the lake by a few eyes, tall and straight, revealing a trace of British spirit Ye Chenfeng, who is not hot or cold, said: "You are the one who resonates."
"Girl is"
Ye Chenfeng looked at the young but beautiful and unparalleled, and a woman with a green dress in her eyes, asked softly.
"If you are the one who is resonating, just follow me, please miss us"
When finished, the green skirt woman no longer pays attention to Ye Chenfeng, and gently turns to walk to the back hall of Shuiyuelou.
Although the green skirt woman is a little rude, but Ye Chenfeng does not care, followed her along a winding path, through a thin space to ban, came to be located next to the bamboo, rogue The stream is very quiet and elegant outside the wooden pavilion.
Being waiting for Ye Chenfeng to enter the wooden pavilion, the sound of the piano that just disappeared suddenly sounded in the wooden pavilion. It came from the deep valley and into the leaves of Ye Chenfeng. It resonated with the sound of the avenue he realized.
This piano sounds fast and goes fast. When Ye Chenfeng is still not finished, a woman wearing a white embroidered lotus cheongsam appears at the wooden pavilion.
The woman is very beautiful, Liu Mei is as delicate as the crescent, the nose is tall, the pink lips are deadly temptation, and the smile is fascinating.
And her figure is perfect, set off under the cheongsam, sketching a beautiful arc of dizziness.
"After the rain, I saw the son, I just had some scorn, and I asked the son not to be surprised."
Flower rain and soft eyes look at Ye Chenfeng, the sound is like a yellow scorpion out of the valley, clear and moving.
"No"
Looking at the appearance of the flowers falling into the rain, Ye Chenfeng responded softly.
"The son is a good person, so I asked Tsui to invite you to the son. I don’t know if the son has time to talk to me about the sound of the avenue."
Looking at the clear eyes of Ye Chenfeng, the flowers showed a fascinating smile and whispered softly.
"Of course, I also want to ask for advice," Ye Chenfeng said cheerfully.
"Cui Er, give me a pot of rain before the green tea, son, please inside" flower rain gesture is very low, personally invited Ye Chenfeng into the wooden pavilion.
"好香"
Entering the wooden pavilion
, Ye Chenfeng immediately smelled the fragrance of the woman's unique fragrance in the air. The milky white jade embedded in the wall of the house, the two plants placed on the corner of the house, added the spirituality of the house.
The finely-decorated jade-shaped jagged bed, the display of the ancient wood, and the excavation of the wonderful smoke, make the room more simple and quiet.
However, the most attractive to the eyes of Ye Chenfeng is indeed placed under the window, a seven-string guqin covered with ancient lines, and from the breath of the guqin, this guqin is suspected to be the best.
"Please sit down."
The flowers whispered in the rain, then walked to a basin of cold spring water, after the net hand, sat next to the guqin.
"I don't know if the son can tell the name."
"叶晨风"
Ye Chenfeng said without any concealment.
"Ye Chenfeng" spent the last minute reading the name of Ye Chenfeng and asked: "I don't know that the son has realized the sounds of the avenues of the avenue"
"I just touched the sound of the avenue not long ago, only comprehended the triple heaven realm," Ye Chenfeng said truthfully.
But he did not say that Ye Chenfeng’s understanding of the sound of the avenue is shallow, but with the help of the brain, he can integrate other ideas into the sound of the avenue, increasing the power of the sound of the avenue.
"The Three-days of the Sound of the Avenue" flowers whispered to himself: "The son, I got a piece of ancient music by chance in the past few years, I want to ask the son to give me one or two."
"I can't talk about it, let's talk about it." Ye Chenfeng smiled slightly.
"Please listen to the son"
The flowers are slender and tender, and the fingers are gently licking the strings. The beautiful sound of the piano is clear, like a cheerful stream, flowing into the heart of Ye Chenfeng, making him fascinated.
When the flowers fell into the rain, Ye Chenfeng closed his eyes and threw his mind into the brain. He formed a lot of avenue lines, which blended with the soft sound of the flowers and rain, and produced resonance. A large number of visions have formed.
Affected by the phonological vision, the face of the flower-falling ancient well has a hint of excitement, slowly closing his eyes, while playing the piano, while playing, while feeling.
With the teapot, the Tsui, standing at the door, is fascinated by the sound of the piano, followed by melodious, sometimes sad, sometimes deep, sometimes twirling, and experiencing life.
"嗡嗡嗡"
I don’t know how long it has been, whether it’s a night, a day, or a century
Ye Chenfeng and the flowers and rains of the soul trembled at the same time, both of which were sublimated.
"This song should only be in the sky, it is rare for people to hear a few songs, good songs and good songs"
The end of the song, people wake up, watching the bath under the moonlight, the dust is refined, such as the fallen flowers like the fairy, the morning wind can not help but praise.
After the recent resonance, Ye Chenfeng has gained a lot, not only sublimated the soul, but also the level of understanding of the sound of the avenue.
"The son praised it" The flowers are raining and charming: "I just resonated with the son, and the rain has perfected the sound of the avenue."
"The girl's understanding of the sound of the avenue is really amazing, but according to my feelings, there is a flaw." Ye Chenfeng drank a bit of tea, and said slowly.
"Want to hear the details" The flowers are raining and the eyes are bright, and they say humbly.
"The Rain Girl, listen, I play a song with the sound of the avenue"
Ye Chenfeng slowly closed his eyes, and he quickly deduced his brain. The lines of the avenues that melted out quickly blended and played a movement that made people excited.
The rush of the avenue of the road is like a thousand arrows, and the Jin Ge Iron Horse has produced a lot of visions in front of the flowers.
This vision is quite different from the vision of the evolution of the sound of the boulevard. The image produced by Ye Chenfeng's avenue is like a human purgatory, countless creatures are killing, countless lives. The fly is gone.
Feeling that the sound of the avenue of the rain is not enough to kill, Ye Chenfeng played a piece of life and death for her.