Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Three Origin Artistic Conception
Chapter 123 Original artistic conception
The tragedy of the Mu family has caused a huge stir in Luoxia City.
But now, the tragedy in the villa where Ma Yan lives has set off a big wave, and the entire Luoxia City seems to be shrouded in the shadow of killing.
Afterwards, the four characters formed by the heads were spread even more. Ma Yan was even more angry and issued a series of rewards.
If anyone can provide traces of Ming, a reward of 100,000 gold coins will be offered.
If anyone can kill Ming and bring his head to Ma Yan, a reward of five million gold coins will be offered.
Even though there was a rich bounty, there were very few warriors participating in the hunt for Ming. The name Ming had become synonymous with death in Luoxia City.
According to statistics from relevant sources, as many as three thousand people died under the Sword of the Underworld, and it was undoubtedly a murderer.
Ye Chen ignored the bounties offered by the outside world. No one would have thought that the frightened Ming would now be in the Ye family.
Even Ye Wen, the head of the Ye family, didn't know that in the courtyard where Ye Chen lived, Ye Chen was always standing quietly aside. At Ye Chen's feet stood a tomb carved from jade.
The sunlight shines through the clouds and reflects a faint white light on the jade coffin.
Inside the jade coffin, Mu Ye's unparalleled beauty was completely pale. She had always been smiling there, but now life and death were separated.
The wound on Mu Chen's chest was covered by gauze, but at this moment, blood was slowly seeping out, but Mu Chen was completely unaware. His eyes were empty, and he was holding a knife in his hand, moving back and forth on the smooth jade coffin.
, muttering to himself: "Miss, I once said that if she dies one day, she must choose a hillside full of lilacs to bury. But now that Miss is gone, I can only help her carve blossoms on the coffin."
Lilacs!”
As the blade slides, budding lilac flowers emerge from the jade coffin.
"Ten years of life and death are boundless. I can't think about it, I can't forget it, I'm alone in a tomb thousands of miles away, and there's nowhere to talk about desolation." At this moment, Ye Chen couldn't help but think of the words written by the poet in his previous life. At this moment, Ye Chen deeply understood the meaning of life and death.
Helpless, the still water runs deep, the music plays in the wind, the clouds and sunshine fade in the three lives, the joys and sorrows of one day are separated and reunited.
The farthest distance in the world may be the cold jade coffin in front of him, but the two deep ends cover his two hearts. Mu Chen smiled, but his smile was extremely miserable. He slowly raised his head, his head covered with white.
His hair was blowing in the wind, he closed his eyes, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes, hitting the jade coffin and the lilac flowers.
I wonder if the next year will be full of lilacs and lovesickness...
A pit several meters deep had appeared in the courtyard. Under Mu Chen's push, the jade coffin slowly lay in the pit.
Mu Chen's eyes were always empty. The blade in his hand slowly slipped off, and his hands weakly pushed the wet soil. The jade coffin, glowing with white light, began to gradually disappear from Mu Chen's sight under the cover of the soil.
At this moment, Mu Chen laughed, his smile was extremely miserable.
The wind comes gently, carrying the call of the past life, wanting to take away the love of a lifetime. The farthest distance in life is not between life and death, but when I look at you tenderly, but you don’t know that I love you in my eyes.
The call, that affectionate gaze turned into a gaze of eternal farewell.
Ye Chen remained silent and stood quietly beside the jade coffin, which was completely covered by soil.
There was no tombstone, just a stone slab with a blooming lilac flower carved on it. Mu Chen stared blankly at the lilac flower and remained silent for a long time. Sighing sadly, Ye Chen took out a few jars of wine from the unicorn ring and threw it away.
To Mu Chen, Mu Chen grabbed the wine jar with his right hand, raised his head and poured it into his mouth.
One jar after another,
There were also wine jars piled up around Mu Chen. The aroma of the wine was wafting around with the breeze. Mu Chen gradually became drunk, and a trace of blush appeared on his face. The cold wind blew, and the only thing left in the entire courtyard was the continuous
The constant sound of running water.
Ye Chen also lifted a wine jar himself. The wine jar turned over and the wine flowed to the ground, covering Mu Ye's grave.
For Mu Ye, Ye Chen was always grateful. He also had a complicated feeling that he couldn't explain and made even more confusing. He sighed sadly, looked up to the sky and poured it into his mouth.
A pungent feeling suddenly rose from his belly. At this moment, Ye Chen couldn't help but feel the urge to cry, and once again, he looked up to the sky and drank wine.
Click! The wine jar fell to the ground, and the wine spilled all over the floor. Mu Chen got up from the ground, pulled out the sharp sword stuck on the ground, and began to dance with the sword.
The peach petals in the sun looked so weak. Mu Chen was like the elf in the flower. The shadow of the sword continued to spread among the petals. At this moment, Mu Chen's sword was like the fallen leaves in autumn. Every pause seemed so weak, but
Make people elusive
Mu Chen turned his longing for Mu Ye into a sword and slashed it out among the flowers. After decades of guarding and decades of secret love, Changtian laughed: "The vast earth can be destroyed with one sword.
Relying on the clouds and holding a thousand pots to hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me in vain."
With the sword dancing and the sound of drinking, Mu Chen gradually became drunk, lying on Mu Ye's bed like mud, whispering intermittently.
Looking at the drunken Mu Chen, Ye Chen sighed sadly, since ancient times, passion is the most hurtful thing, how can such a tragic child be so tragic?
Putting down the wine jar, Ye Chen stood up and walked into his room. At this moment, a red light flashed across the surface of the Qilin Ring, and the Fire Qilin slowly emerged.
"That boy Mu Chen is very affectionate, no wonder he can enter the emotional realm!" Huo Qilin looked across the window, paused for a few minutes on Mu Chen, and sighed.
"Impression!" Ye Chen frowned slightly, that was something that only those at the peak of the Qi Martial Realm could touch.
"Only when a warrior at the peak of the Martial Arts Realm understands the origin can he reach the Qi Martial Realm, and only when a warrior at the peak of the Qi Martial Realm understands the artistic conception can he reach the Soul Martial Realm! Therefore, this source and artistic conception are the biggest problems in cultivation. Now, this
Mu Chen, boy, has now comprehended the artistic conception of Wei Qing. As long as he can comprehend the origin, it will be a matter of time to break through to the Soul Martial Realm!" Huo Qilin looked at Mu Chen with admiration, comprehending the artistic conception in the Martial Arts Realm. For tens of thousands of years,
He, Mu Chen, is the number one!
"Perceive the origin, the artistic conception!" Ye Chen secretly sighed. The so-called origin is the origin of attributes. For example, a warrior with a wind attribute physique, when his cultivation reaches the peak of the martial arts realm, he needs to understand the origin of wind and lead to it.
Only by using the original power and refining the body can one break through to the Qi Martial Realm warrior.
At the same time, the true energy in the Qi Martial Realm warrior's body gradually mutates and merges with the original power to form the original true energy.
The artistic conception, generally speaking, is the meaning of swords. It is undoubtedly difficult to comprehend. It is no wonder that Huo Qilin, who has a high vision, admires Mu Chen so much.
"The artistic conception of wei qing, Mu Chen's artistic conception is only emotion!" Ye Chen whispered. On the Martial God Continent, there are countless martial arts, and there are also thousands of artistic conceptions. Among them, the strongest artistic conception is undoubtedly the three major artistic conceptions, namely "self".
, self, only emotion, the most mysterious of which is the only emotion, the only emotion is omnipotent, omnipotent, and omnipotent. However, the only emotion has no self, and the only emotion itself represents
A kind of extreme.
The origin, artistic conception, etc. are still quite far away from him. Now he is only at the third level of martial arts training, and is still a little away from the peak of martial arts. Ye Chen is sitting in a coiled position, with the true energy flowing in his body. After last night's killing, Ye Chen
The cultivation of the third level of morning martial arts was also consolidated.
"Xiao Huo, if I use my current level of cultivation and use Xuan level martial arts to fight against Ma Yan, I don't know what my chances of winning are!" Ye Chen said lightly, but the murderous intent that flashed through his eyes was easily eliminated.
Fire Qilin caught it. How could Fire Qilin not know what Ye Chen was thinking now?
After a few moments of silence, Huo Qilin slowly spoke: "If there is a head-on confrontation, Ma Yan's chance of dying is almost zero, but you will die! The original Qi of a strong Qi Martial Realm warrior is not something that a warrior in the Refining Martial Realm can imagine. At the beginning, Ma Yan
That palm can easily kill you!"
It was almost zero. Ye Chen couldn't help but frown. Could it be that the Qi Martial Realm warriors really cannot be shaken by the Martial Arts Realm warriors?
"Then what if I hide my traces and carry out an assassination?" Ye Chen still refused to give up.
"I know that you are extremely conceited about your assassination ability, but if you try to assassinate with your current level of cultivation, the chance of success is only 30%!" Huo Qilin said unhurriedly, a 30% chance means that
70% chance of death.
Ye Chen was not an impulsive person. After thinking about it for a few moments, he couldn't help but give up the idea of assassinating Ma Yan.
It seemed that Ma Yan's fate was to be taken only after he broke through the Qi Martial Realm. Thinking of this, Ye Chen couldn't help but feel the urge to practice.
This world is indeed a world where the weak prey on the strong, and the strong dominate the fate of the weak.
"Boy, someone is coming!" Huo Qilin's eyes changed slightly and he said softly.
The moment Ye Chen brought Mu Chen back to the courtyard, Ye Chen asked Huo Qilin to set up a light curtain outside the courtyard to prevent the old guys from the Ye family from discovering what was happening in the courtyard, and to prevent Mu Chen and others from discovering what was happening in the courtyard.
Traces of the person were discovered, and it was speculated that the ghost was himself.
The fire unicorn turned into a red light and disappeared on the surface of the unicorn ring. Ye Chen straightened his clothes, glanced at Mu Chen in the courtyard, then got up and walked out of the courtyard. The moment he stepped out of the courtyard, Ye Chen
I saw the person Huo Qilin was talking about, and it turned out to be Ye Muwan, whom I hadn't seen for several days!