The Legend of Futian

359. Chapter 357 writes the world

Chapter 357 writes the world

Ye Futian carries Yu Sheng and walks on the mountain road, stepping on the snow.

The power of invisible repression falls down, everywhere, and it is necessary to crush people.

He smiled bitterly and struggled. Compared with this pressure, the evil thoughts had less influence on him. Although he did not fully recover, the empiricism always existed, the will was firm and unmovable, and the evil thoughts wanted to erode his easer. Said than done.

Yu Sheng was very sleepy. He took him and Ye Wuchen for a few days in the state of enchanting. He also fought with the Buddha, exhausted his strength, and was still in a state of fainting, but it was also good, he did not Will perceive the existence of the evil thought, as long as he is carrying, he can also go to the Tianshan with him.

“Come on.” Ye Futian looked up and saw that the top of the mountain was not far away. It seemed to be close at hand. This distance is only a step away from him. It is easy to cross, but here is Tianshan.

Another step was to step out, leaving a deep footprint on the snow. The sky was falling on the snow. He couldn’t feel the cold, letting the white snow fall on his body and falling on his head. He walked up step by step. Although it was very difficult and slow, but never gave up, this is also Yu Sheng’s obsession. He still took him up the mountain before he entered the mountain, and he wanted to fulfill him.

Hua Qingqing always followed, looking at the back, she was a little surprised inside, she naturally understood how much pressure she was under, but Ye Futian carrying a person, even step by step, what kind of will?

The two went in tandem like a snail, a little bit up, forgetting the time and forgetting the exhaustion.

Ye Futian felt a little numb, and he didn’t know how long he had gone. When he took the last step and walked up the mountain, he felt awkward.

Looking up, I glanced at the sky, still very high, and the white snow continued to fall from the sky, reaching out, a snow falling on the palm, Ye Futian’s face showed a bright smile, like relief.

That invisible pressure, like disappearing at this moment, only endless ease.

Looking back, I stood at the edge of the mountain, as if the whole world had a panoramic view, and a kind of mountain climbed out, I was born with a sense of happiness.

It is rumored that there is an invisible gas field around the top of the Tianshan Mountains. No one can come straight from the side.

Closed his eyes, Ye Futian spit out a sigh of gas, then turned around and looked at the scenery on the top of the mountain. The white snow covered the top of the mountain. He lifted his footsteps and walked forward with Yu Sheng move towards, where there were two snowmen. .

The two snowmen sit cross-legged, have guqin on their laps, and they look focused, like playing on the piano.

Although it is just a snowman, only its shape, no appearance, but Ye Futian can still feel the extraordinary temperament, the left side of the white snow long hair, spread on the shoulders, the movement of the piano is endless, Ye Futian is like a figure that can be imagined as a dazzling figure, where he plays, and another figure, at first glance, Ye Futian recognizes who this is.

This is, Ye Qingdi.

Since this is Ye Qingdi, then the other person is also eager to come out, and now the Eastern China is the main, Donghuang Emperor.

The rumor is really true. There are legends of the two emperors on the Tianshan Mountains. They have left their footprints here.

In today’s era, the statues of the Eastern Shenzhou Ye Qingdi are all destroyed. It is rare to be able to preserve the shape of Ye Qingdi.

Hundreds of years ago, Emperor Donghuang and Ye Qingdi sang the piano here, singing songs on wine, suppressing the magic birds, and revenge and enmity. However, now that the East Phoenix Emperor is the Lord of the World, there is no Ye Qingdi in the world.

After the two emperors dominated the world, what happened?

Putting Yu Sheng down, Ye Futian bowed to the statue of Ye Qingdi’s snowman. Although he did not know what Ye Qingdi had to do with himself, it was inevitable.

At the time of bending over, Ye Futian’s eyes fell on one side of the snow, then went up and slid the snow, and then he saw a wine cellar.

This wine cellar was not buried deep in the snow. Could it be that when they boarded the Tianshan Mountains, did some people come to Tianshan to drink alcohol?

Ye Futian is born with waves, looking around all around, the mountains are empty, only the white snow, there are people.

However, who is drinking on the Tianshan Mountains?

If someone is on the Tianshan Mountains, what is his cultivation base?

Moreover, there seems to be no clock on the Tianshan Mountain. Why does the bell on the Tianshan Mountain ring?

Ye Futian looked at the two statues of snowmen in front of him. He faintly felt that there seemed to be a wave of fluctuations. He couldn’t help but run a big idea. At this moment, in his world of perception, he faintly saw two vivid figures. Huang Di and Ye Qingdi seem to have come alive and appear in his perception.

“Senior.” Ye Futian yelled at the statue of Ye Qingdi. Ye Qingdi was not yet known as emperor hundreds of years ago. He was younger than Ye Futian’s Ye Qingdi seen in Qingtian City’s Mount Tianyao. , free and easy.

And the East Phoenix Emperor, he has a pair of gods, black hair shawl, handsome and handsome, the whole person will reveal a unique temperament.

Ye Futian naturally understands that he does not really see the two, but the projection of the will, which has long ceased to exist.

A string of notes appeared in the mind, beating on the guqin in front of the two knees, and each beating note was printed in the mind of Ye Futian, a beating note in Ye Futian. In his mind, he became a piece of music. At this moment, he gave birth to an illusion, as if he was listening to the song, across time and space, listening to the play of Dong Huang and Emperor Ye Qingdi.

Ye Futian closed his eyes and the picture in his mind became clearer. He seemed to cross back to the past. In the era hundreds of years ago, when the two emperors were young, they shared a song on the top of Tianshan. They were willing to enmity and write. In the world, they know each other and live together.

These two people, the two generations of arrogance, they went to the top of China, but why did it happen later?

Is it because of power?

Ye Futian only felt a sense of loss, he opened his eyes, looked up at the white snow, and then sat down.

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

The notes are beating, and the melodious music is heard. This piano sound is beautiful, cheerful and chic, walking the world, and happy and enmity. From the sound of the piano, it is faint to be able to perceive the player’s youth when he is young, to live in the world, to live in harmony. Heart, want to realize the ambition of the heart, not interfere with the world.

At the time of Ye Futian’s playing, in front of the two snowman statues of Ye Qingdi and Donghuang the Great, there was a note that beat and appeared.

On the other side, a beautiful figure walked up the mountain, Hua Qingqing, finally came here, her beautiful eyes move towards Ye Futian looking over, but see Ye Futian sitting in the piano.

Hua Qingqing likes the temperament. She is a person who loves the piano. She can naturally appreciate the mystery of the piano sound. This piano sound is too beautiful. There is no trace of impurities in the melodious music. The artistic conception of the piano sound is so pure, like the sky.

She lifted her footsteps and walked towards Ye Futian and Yu Sheng step by step, leaving a footprint in the snow.

A moment later, she came to Ye Futian and Yu Sheng. She looked at Ye Futian deeply, but she didn’t do it. She couldn’t bear to interrupt the sound.

Ye Futian knew that she was coming, but he couldn’t bear to interrupt. The notes that appeared constantly rushed into his mind. He swayed the strings and felt the mood of Dong Huang Emperor and Ye Qingdi at the time.

The beautiful and melodious music gradually changed, the music became low, and there was a sorrowful sadness. The artistic conception of the eagerness and enmity was covered with a shadow. From the sound of the piano, you could feel the struggle and the state of mind. Struggling, pure and innocent heart is disturbed, unable to keep the former pure chic, they struggle, want to break it all, they are painful, sad, angry.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and it feels like the sadness in the sound of the piano.

Hua Qingqing’s mind also showed the picture of the double emperor’s piano. As the sound of the piano continued to enter the ear, her monkey enjoyment was strongly impacted and was completely substituted into the mood.

When she was in the Tianshan Mountains, she also had her inner struggles and thoughts.

The sound of the piano changed again. After the struggle, after the pain, everything returned to calm, like a calm heart, they still retain the pure, that beautiful.

Snowflakes danced in the air, Hua Qingqing looked up, she was crazy, and naturally understood the piano. She had never heard such a perfect piece.

Looking at the beating notes in front, Hua Qingqing also sat on the snow, the soul of the piano appeared, the slender and beautiful ten fingers plucked the strings, followed by the music played by Ye Futian, and there was a faint resonance. The first piece of music, played by the two emperors, the two played together more artistically.

At the top of the Tianshan Mountains, the sounds of time and space are played in the snow of the sky, so beautiful.

In the calm music, they can feel the sublimation of the emperor’s state of mind. They are as pure as they have always, and they hold their hearts, but the sound of the music gradually becomes sharp and becomes high, like a high-pitched song, and screams.

In the sound, Ye Futian and Hua Qingqing involuntarily integrated all the fine Juggernaut into it, the sky fluttering in the air, and Spiritual Qi flowing wildly. At this moment, Ye Futian and Hua Qingqing felt the whole image of the Tianshan Mountains. It is different, and the endless glory falls down from the Tianshan Mountains. Every snowflake is like an artistic conception.

They seem to see the double emperor playing in the snow, the endless golden glory falling down from the sky, move towards the Tianshan Mountains, wanting to cover the entire Tianshan, but more terrifying is the artistic conception, that is sticking to the heart , want to climb to the top of the artistic conception.

The sorghum’s melody is full of the determination of the emperor. In Ye Futian, the light of the emperor is faintly shining, and his whole person is integrated into the artistic conception.

Ye Futian at this moment understands that after the Tianshan Mountains hundreds of years ago, the two emperors have strengthened their convictions, and they have to be on the verge of becoming the emperors of the gods. Their piece of music is writing the world!

(End of this chapter)