Sign In Ten Years, Then I Am Exposed By My Gorgeous Senior

ings were peaceful.

The structure of the zither was deep and majestic and could carry all things.
However, the sound of the zither was loose, quiet, light, and distant, just like the gentle feelings of a gentleman.

The sound of the flute was boundless and unbridled, galloping in all directions.
However, the sound of the flute was elegant and did not lack power.
No matter how you listened, you could smell the thick smell of Tai Chi.
It could always make people focus and calm their mind, making them detached from the outside world.

Since ancient times, the zither and flute ensemble had been considered a perfect match.
That was, the sound of the zither and the sound of the flute sounded together.
The perfect combination made people intoxicated.

Within the sound of the zither and flute.

Ye Chen suddenly discovered a type of Dao.

That was right, it was Dao again!

Ye Chen immediately closed his eyes and felt this type of Dao.

For Ye Chen, at the Transcending Tribulation Realm, he could no longer use pure moves.
More importantly, he could understand the Dao of all things.

For example, the yin-yang sword principle that Ye Chen and his Second Senior Sister cultivated.

The sword was divided into yin and yang.
Within the sword principle, there were 3,000 variations of sword moves.
This was also the difference between Dao and moves.

Sword moves, within a move, there was also a variation.

And Dao was the fusion of countless sword moves.

The Great Dao was the fusion of all kinds of Dao.

But the current Ye Chen had only touched the threshold of Dao, let alone the Great Dao.
It was still far away.

Ye Chen was comprehending the music theory of the zither and flute.

One had to know.

Music theory was not so simple.

Music could kill people, save people, and even control others mentally…

Ye Chen felt the Great Dao and gradually integrated the Dao of music theory into his own Dao.

At this time, Ye Chen seemed to have arrived at an unfamiliar scene.

This was a small lake.

He and his Fifth Senior Sister had arrived here.

The two of them were in the pavilion at the center of the lake.
There was Xiao Heming, and between his brows and eyes was a relaxed expression.
Heaven and earth were in his embrace, and everything was so clean and elegant.
It was in the style of a guqin.

As they walked leisurely along the long corridor of time, the gentle drizzle was like a dream.
They believed deeply that at the bottom of their hearts, there was a place where they could stop.
They could turn themselves into a small boat and wander around, forgetting all their sadness.

The zither zen was dull.
The melody seemed to be the voice that penetrated through time and space, but it was also like the clear and elegant flow of a mountain stream.
The female voice that came from the empty valley was as exquisite and clear as a piece of unpolished jade, with a clear light.

There was Xiao He Ming, and the space between his eyebrows was full of relaxed looks.
The world was in his arms, and everything was so clean and elegant.
The lingering charm was not only the style of a zither but also the realm of the tea zen.

Leaning against the window alone, pouring a cup of tea, the raindrops quietly played the music, and the breeze slowly lifted the curtain of memories.
Stroking the passing years of the zither, loneliness condensed into a line of tears between the heart, dense time, stained the dust of a lifetime old dream.

The sound of the zither fell on a quiet night, dripping on the faint stamen of flowers.
Outside the window, the passing years of the zither and lute, wrapped in the rain with sadness, a trace of coolness seeped into the heart, turned around and left the tears, dissolved into the raindrops, dissolved into the sound of the zither, dissolved into the dust dream.

Wandering in the mortal world, cut off the shallow edge, Mo Tianya.
Playing the zither alone, wiped the strings, sound clear, the body of the zither reflects the past face, red lips gently open, low singing, a section of the zither, sound into the heart.

Wisps of hidden fragrance entered one’s heart and drifted down along with the raindrops.
Drip, drip, drip.
It came late.
The ethereal sound came from afar, and the flat and toned melody trudged through one’s heart.

The light sound of the zither spoke of all kinds of amorous feelings.
The hidden fragrance was concentrated on one’s heart.
The flowers of time bloomed to the brim, and the silhouette dancing with the wind accompanied the beautiful memories into one’s dreams.

The two of them were in the lake.
The surrounding fog was rising, and it was like a fairyland!