Chapter 1404:662 Practice Room No. 1 (2)

Although he couldn't see the person clearly, Ye Qinghan felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart. The sword dance was beautiful, and the people were even more beautiful. There was a light blue veil around the palace. With the dancing of the woman, the veil fluttered. With the faint white mist in the palace, it was like seeing a fairy dancing solo in the fairy palace. The scenery was intoxicating and the scene was alluring. ()

"This woman is so lonely, so lonely!"

For some reason, Ye Qinghan didn't pay attention to the woman's meaningful sword dance, didn't pay attention to the woman's elegant footwork, and didn't pay attention to the veil with special rhythm around it. Just staring blankly at the light blue figure, I felt a kind of sadness, a kind of bleakness in my heart for no reason.

He knew very well that he was starting to get confused again. With such a precious opportunity, instead of comprehending the mysterious laws and secrets of exercises contained in the picture, he felt the lonely and lonely artistic conception here. But he still entered in silence uncontrollably, because he is also a lonely person, or in other words, he is the loneliest person in the world. Because he does not belong to this world.

He thought of many things, some were sweet, some were sad, some were painful, some were happy, some... He began to become more and more completely silent, and he was silent in this deep loneliness. [

The moonlight is thin, who is wearing cold clothes, looking at the end of the world, thinking of Junsi's hometown. The night was not full of snow, the north wind was strong, and we were connected with each other from thousands of miles away...

Missing is not a kind of dumpling, but a kind of disease! He started to get sick again, and he seemed to see a scene that haunted him in his dreams... Yinyue described the enchanting in detail, a song of alluring light painting the piano, dancing lightly with a sword in the night, whispering softly in the cold wind...

Before he knew it, his eyes began to blur, and the light blue woman in his eyes was still dancing, but there were a few more women in that beautiful palace, a few figures from his dream.

Before he knew it, he closed his eyes, letting the tears slide down his face and trickle down the corner of his mouth, with a hint of saltiness and a hint of sweetness.

Unknowingly, above his head... a wind began to blow, and a strong divine energy gathered above his head. Before he knew it, he entered the state of soul silence again.

"Um?"

Wu Shan, the commander of Heijia who was in meditation, suddenly opened his eyes, and quickly glanced over, a little surprised, or a little shocked. Taking a deep look at Ye Qinghan, without saying anything, she turned her head and closed her eyes.

"Huh?"

In the small hall outside, Concubine Lan also opened her narrow and beautiful eyes, and looked to the left in some surprise, as if she could see the scene in the practice room through the thick walls. Then her plump and sexy lips began to purse, revealing a seductive chuckle.

Half a day later, more than a hundred warriors opened their eyes at the same time and stood up, obviously it was time to practice. But when they felt the wind blowing gently behind them and the vitality in the training room changed, they all turned their heads at the same time. They looked at Ye Qinghan's quietly cross-legged figure with envy and envy.

The quiet state of the soul is not a very special thing for this group of powerhouses, and even two of them have realized this state. It's just... they have never entered this practice room, nor have they heard of anyone entering here, never. And when they felt that Ye Qinghan's realm was only the first level of the gods, the envy in their eyes turned into shock.

Not only them, half a day later, after Ye Qinghan was woken up by Wu Shan's sound transmission, he opened his eyes in a daze, froze for a while, and then suddenly opened his eyes wide, filled with infinite shock.