"bite……"

The melodious sound of the piano comes from the room, like a clear spring and a gurgling charm. Suddenly, there are a few slight flowing through the heart, soft and quiet, soft and comfortable.

However, in such a soft and clear sound, there is an indescribable sadness, which makes people feel inexplicably sad.

The tears of Canghai Zhu, Ling Chen realized that there was a jade playing the piano inside, and the song was played by the song "Canghai Zhu" which was famous for the Seven Kingdoms.

Ling Chen didn't go in, so he stood in front of the door with his eyes slightly closed, and his mood fluctuated with the melodious and melodious sound of the piano.

After a long time, the Qinyin stopped, Ling Chen also opened his eyes, raised his hand to wipe away the tears at the corners of his eyes, his eyes were quiet and deep, and his temperament became a little heavier.

The sound of the piano is like the sound of the heart. Ling Chen completely immersed his consciousness in the artistic conception created by the sound of the piano, and his whole mood also fluctuated and he received a spiritual baptism.

"Squeak..."

Ling Chen pushed open the door, walked in, looked at Nong Yu, who was sitting on the shore, stroking the long piano with his hands, and spoke softly.

"The ancient books say: There are mermaids in the South China Sea. They live like fish in the water. They don't waste their weaving. The tears of their eyes can produce pearls. The song "The Pian Yu" has a melodious sound and profound artistic conception. It is worthy of being a peerless song."

"Brother Chen, you are back." The snow girl stood up with a smile and walked to Ling Chen.

"Thank you for your praise, sir." Nong Yu bowed slightly to Ling Chen and said embarrassedly. She didn't expect that Ling Chen would actually hear her piano music outside.

"Miss Nongyu is very skilled in piano, and her piano sound is fascinating. However, life is still very beautiful. In life, you don't have to worry too much about some things. Happiness is the most important thing." Ling Chen looked at Nongyu and said with some meaning.

Nong Yu was stunned when he heard this, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Ling Chen with a bitter smile, "Sir, it's easy to say, but it's so difficult to do it."

"There are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, illness, death, love separation, hatred and hate meeting, no seeking, and the five aggregates are burning." Looking at Nong Yu, Ling Chen walked in the room and talked happily,

"Almost everyone has to experience these eight sufferings. Some of them are not something we can control, but some are controlled by ourselves."

"A person's perception of the past of life is roughly divided into three realms, which are to explore, let go, and freedom."

"Only by exploring the fog that covers oneself and letting go of the troubles of the past can we seek true freedom. What does Miss Nongyu think?"

"Sir, do you have something that you can't look back on?" Nong Yu's eyes fluttered, and she looked at Ling Chen and said.

Ling Chen smiled, "Everyone has his own past, bitter and unforgettable, these pasts are like a jar of old wine covered with dust.

As time goes by, it becomes more and more mellow, and there is nothing that cannot be looked back on. Let the past pass, let it pass. In life, you must always look forward."

"Okay, let's not talk about that much, it's almost time to have a meal. Xue'er should be hungry too. I'll go and have someone serve the food, and Miss Nongyu will eat together." Ling Chen said.

He could see that Nongyu was a sentimental person and would not come out of the past just by a few words. She had great paranoia for her relatives.

However, if he remembers correctly, Nongyu's parents are alive, her mother is the wife of Liu Yi, the Zuo Sima of South Korea, and his father, Lee Kai, is also in Xinzheng City.

When they met, Nongyu's knot would be untied naturally. This day seemed not far away, so Ling Chen didn't say much.

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the room and ordered someone to bring the wine and food.

"Brother Chen, I have agreed to my sister Nongyu that I will sleep with her today. Tonight, you can rest by yourself." Xue Nu said to Ling Chen.

"This... OK." Ling Chen glanced at Nong Yu, then took back the words to his mouth, and said depressedly.

The snow girl covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes flashed, she walked to Ling Chen and whispered a few words in his ear.

"Really?" Ling Chen's eyes lit up, and he was moved with great intention when he looked at the snow girl.

Although the snow girl was a little shy, she still nodded.

"Okay, you can't regret it." Ling Chen smiled and said to the snow girl.

The snow girl gave Ling Chen a blank look and turned back to Nong Yu.

The three of them had their own thoughts and had a meal. Except for Xuennv, Ling Chen and Nong Yu were a little absent-minded. After the meal, Xuennv and Nong Yu left side by side.

"Oh." Seeing the two of them leaving and leaving themselves to stay in the empty room, Ling Chen sighed, waved his hand to take out the Xuanling cushion, and sat cross-legged by the window.

Outside the window is a green bamboo forest. Inside the bamboo forest, there is a small pool sitting by the window, with a sweet breeze blowing towards you, making people feel refreshed.

After his mood was completely calmed down, Ling Chen stretched out his right hand and a three-foot green edge suddenly appeared in his hand.

This is a magic weapon, the sword is named Qinglian. It is unclear who made it, but its previous owner was Li Taibai, who was called Qinglian Sword Immortal.

This sword, together with Li Taibai's martial arts, Qinglian Sword Song, was opened when he left Sanghai City. In the past few days, Ling Chen has been experiencing the sword techniques of Qinglian Sword Song every night, and at the same time, he is also raising a sword.

A sword is a weapon that can kill enemies and hurt yourself. If it is used by someone who is not familiar with the sword, it is likely that you will accidentally hurt yourself.

Ling Chen belongs to this kind of person.

He knew the mystery of Qinglian Jiange, but he had never touched the sword, so he needed to raise the sword before using this magic weapon.

The divine weapon has spirits, and there is also a faint sword intent in it. It is the sword intent belonging to Qinglian Jiange, which seems to be a gift left by Li Taibai to his successor.

Just this trace of sword intent can make people learn the Qinglian Sword Song, and at the same time, they establish a connection with the Qinglian Sword and thoroughly master this magic weapon.

In the past few days, Ling Chen has been using his internal strength to nourish the Qinglian Sword every day, and at the same time he realized the sword intent hidden in the divine weapon. With the help of Xuanling Punch, he had a premonition that he was about to get started.

The cool breath spread from itself, making Ling Chen's mind become ethereal and transparent. He placed the Qinglian Sword on his legs, pressed his left hand on the hilt of the sword, and his right hand kept brushing the sword.

At the same time, the internal force in his body also surged out, pouring into the Qinglian Sword, and using his essence to nourish the magic weapon.

As night falls, the jade rabbit rises eastward.

Suddenly, Ling Chen felt the sounds around him go away little by little, and her consciousness seemed to merge with the sword in her hand, capturing the sword intent.

"The Qinglian sword intent will be born and destroyed, and it will flow continuously, so that's it."

In a trance, in front of Ling Chen's eyes, it seemed like a faint sword shadow appeared, as if nothingness, without a trace, as if a gust of wind could blow away.

However, the sword shadow exuded an unparalleled sharpness, and the sword was filled with rich vitality of creation, and suddenly it turned into green lotus and took root in the void.

"The Song of the Green Lotus Sword." In the room, with Ling Chen's whisper, a constant artistic conception suddenly arose from his body, and instantly swept across the entire Zi Lanxuan.

“Buzz…”

At this moment, everyone in Zi Lanxuan felt a trembling heart. In the dark, it seemed that a sharp sword was hanging above their heads, which could fall down at any time and cut off their heads.

"Sword Intention."

In room No. 1, Wei Zhuang, who was meditating and practicing martial arts, suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the room where Ling Chen was. His eyes were bright and dying, but only a low voice sounded.
Chapter completed!