"The monkey is going to dance!"
The gorgeous silver scabbard was instantly pulled off, revealing the dazzling sword body. The sword was three feet long and four fingers wide. The cold blade glowed coldly under the moonlight. He flicked the scabbard casually, and the scabbard was inserted into the ground, three-thirds of the time. Ye Qinghan stretched out his fingers and slowly slid across the silver sword body, his eyes focused and affectionate, as if he was looking at the woman he loved.
"I read the sword while I was drunk, and I blew the horn in my dream." Everyone felt that a young man was caressing a sharp sword, and fell asleep drunkenly. Then, when they woke up at dawn, they were awakened by the sound of majestic horns from various military camps. The first two sentences blend the scene together, which is very emotional.
And the last sentence, "It's pity that it happened in vain." The sharp turn of the pen made the emotion plummet from the highest point, and the infinite emotion of unrealized ambitions revealed the sharp opposition between ideals and reality, and expressed the desire to serve the country but no way out. The grief and indignation give the whole poem a rich and desolate color. This sentence echoes the first sentence, both describe the feelings of real life, and form a strong contrast with the dream in the middle, effectively expressing the grief and indignation of serving the country without fulfilling its ambition.
With Ye Qinghan's slow and fast singing, and the white light shining sword dance, the wind became stronger and stronger, and without everyone paying attention, the concentration of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on Jinghu Island reached a terrifying level... Maybe it took a while, or a long time. Ye Qinghan slowly stopped. In the clear sound of the sword, Ye Qinghan held the sword in one hand, raised his head slightly, closed his eyes, and stood there quietly, and something very strange happened, Jinghu Island The strong wind that suddenly blew away suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if it had never blown.
Clang!
Ye Qinghan paid no attention to everyone's expressions, but stared deeply at the sword raised in the air, as if that sword was the only thing left in his world. After a moment, he suddenly moved. He held the sword in his right hand and stabbed forward diagonally. He quickly followed up and quickly picked out a few sword flowers. Then he suddenly stopped and suddenly shouted: "Watch this while drunk." Sword…”
Tu Qianjun stared at the sky blankly, wondering what he was thinking. Xue Wuhen narrowed his eyes slightly, Feng Zi and Hua Cao opened their mouths wide, Long Shui Shui licked their lower mouths, the faces of Dugu Jian and the five others were full of excitement, and the young masters were full of blood and their faces were as red as the first flush. Yue Qingcheng's eyes were blurred and colorful.
"Eight hundred miles apart, the soldiers are burning, the sound of fifty strings is heard outside the Great Wall, and the soldiers are in autumn on the battlefield." Everyone seemed to have arrived at the battlefield where tens of thousands of people were fighting. They saw the mighty military camp like a mountain, with axes and halberds standing straight at the sky; flags flying. , roaring; the soldiers' armors shined, and they all looked majestic. Coupled with Ye Qinghan's fast sword that was as fast as the wind, the passion hidden deep in everyone's hearts was completely stimulated.
"Eight hundred miles away, the troops under my command are burning, the sound of fifty-stringed strings rolling outside the Great Wall, and the troops on the battlefield are in autumn..."
Forehead! Ye Qinghan's instant change of temperament really shocked everyone. This change of face is so fast, and he really pretends to be like that.
Today, he finally got Tu Qianjun's reward and finally had the opportunity to walk into that high sacred mountain and into that sacred city. Of course, he was very excited in his heart. Although he entered as a subordinate, even a slave. But he didn't regret it. Instead, he was extremely ecstatic because he accidentally learned a huge secret from Tu Qianjun, a secret that could change its destiny. Only by entering the divine city can he reach the sky in one step, change his destiny, and get a great opportunity.
I don't know who gave the first round of applause, and a moment later the applause continued like a tidal wave. They never thought that men could dance like this with their swords, and that men could also sing, and they could sing in such a way that shocked the soul and resonated with people. Tu Qianjun nodded, came to his senses, and clapped his hands gently. Although the glint in his eyes was still arrogant, there was also a hint of appreciation.
"It's about to begin!" The young masters also stopped talking and turned their attention to Ye Qinghan in the field, wanting to see what this arrogant young man would do.
Dugu Jian smiled slightly, picked up the sword with his left hand, and violently slapped the hilt with his right hand. His silver long sword shot out like lightning, directly hitting Ye Qinghan's face.
Yue Ji sighed slightly, her face was cautious, she did not applaud, but thought for a long time, suddenly stood up, walked quickly to Ye Qinghan, bent down and bowed respectfully, and said respectfully:
The jar of wine was almost finished, Ye Qinghan let out a long laugh, and with a wave of his hand, he threw the jar of wine towards Feng Zi. Then he reached out and pointed directly at the Dugu sword behind his square table.
"The horse moves so fast, the bow moves like a thunderbolt."
Ye Qinghan didn't look back, as if he opened his eyes behind him, and before the wine jar was about to touch his hand, he turned his palm into a claw. He easily grabbed the wine jar, then leaned back slightly and drank heavily.
The sword danced faster and faster, and then slowly slowed down, but in everyone's eyes it was a blur. The seemingly slow sword only saw streaks of white light shining continuously. At this time, the scene suddenly changed inadvertently. The wind started to blow on Jinghu Island, and the roaring summer wind made everyone's clothes rustle. But everyone was silent in Ye Qinghan's novel and special sword dance and passionate poems, without paying any attention. But the few old guys in the saint realm above seemed to notice something, their brows collectively furrowed, and they looked around...
"He is a sharp-tongued person, and his eloquence is very good, but he is only at the first level of the general realm? An eighth-level war beast? But his strength is not that good, which is a pity." Tu Qianjun smiled coldly, shook his head slightly, and said to the side Xue Wuhen said.
"Here comes the wine!"
"Haha... good wine, here comes the sword!"
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"Compared with the young master, of course he is worthless, but this boy still has some tricks. Wuhen once secretly suffered some losses from him." Xue Wuhen smiled slightly, showing respect in both tone and expression, without any shame. picky.
Ye Qinghan lazily walked to the field and whetted everyone's appetite, but did not start taking action immediately. Instead, he suddenly made a special move. He trembled, raised his head, his spine suddenly straightened, his hands behind his back, his expression was serious and slightly vicissitudes of life, his eyes gradually became deep, and his eyebrows were casual. He frowned slightly, as if a young warrior had turned into a depressed middle-aged poet.
"Young Master Han is a talented man. Yue Ji has danced and taught dance for decades. Today I found out that he is just a frog in the well. I feel so ashamed... Yue Ji is willing to worship Master Han as her teacher and follow him. I hope he will Don’t take it personally.”
Seeing Ye Qinghan still talking in the distance, Xue Wuhen's lips revealed a hint of mockery. His slightly trembling body and pinched white fingers expressed his inner excitement and excitement. He met Tu Qianjun by chance ten years ago when he was traveling abroad. At that time, Tu Qianjun was still a playful child of fifteen or sixteen years old. He often escaped from the sacred city and went out to play. It happened that he discovered Tu Qianjun's identity, so he began to secretly To please Tu Qianjun. I often take him out to play, please him everywhere, and satisfy all his requirements.
"To end the affairs of the world as a military king, and to gain fame both in life and in death, the pity happened in vain..."
Yue Ji opened her eyes wide, looked around with a serious expression, and seemed to be carefully feeling the differences around her. Several elders looked at each other, and saw a hint of surprise and shock in each other's eyes.
Just when everyone was secretly sneering, Ye Qinghan suddenly shouted loudly. He still maintained his original posture, but stretched out one hand to shake the square table facing Feng Zi.
"The horse is flying fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt string. It will end the affairs of the king and win the reputation in life and death." In the following section, Ye Qinghan's sword dance is sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and the tune is also sung sometimes high and sometimes low. It makes people feel the invincible heroic spirit of the soldiers, which is as vivid as the present. They have left behind the reputation of establishing an immortal country of merit for the nation during and after their lives. The words are filled with patriotic passion. These two sentences mean that the poet is full of ambition after seeing the work accomplished, and thus gives out happy cheers. Even the tone is relaxed and majestic, which makes the emotion of the tone of the poem rise to the highest point.
"Uh... thank you, Mr. Tu!" Hearing Tu Qianjun's words, Xue Wuhen's eyes shone with a burning light. She was so excited that she was about to kneel down to Tu Qianjun to express his respect and gratitude. Unexpectedly, she found that Tu Qianjun waved his hand casually. , had no choice but to stand up and stand behind Tu Qianjun more respectfully.
Under the illumination of the moonlight, the colorless wine turned into a crystal white color. At this time, the crystal white wine spilled from the wine jar, surging down like a rolling Milky Way, and flowed into Ye Qinghan's mouth. It landed on his face, bloomed on his clothes, and dripped on the lawn. Suddenly, the strong aroma of wine filled the entire space.
"When I was drunk, I lit up the lamp and looked at the sword, and I dreamed about the trumpet company."
With a just-right sway of his body, the silver sword narrowly slipped past the door. Then he stretched out a hand, seemingly slow, but firmly grasped the hilt of the sword. Then he took a slight step forward, He raised the sword above his head, stretched out his other hand to hold the scabbard, and slowly pulled it away.
After a long time.
Brand new sword dance, tunes that have never been heard before, passionate and emotional poems, ups and downs of recitation combined with the magical sword dance. Although people did not understand many parts of the poem, and did not understand the meaning of some words, it did not hinder everyone's appreciation of Duan's performance, nor did it hinder the shock and baptism deep in their souls. They felt that for some reason, they just felt in their hearts. It's like being intoxicated, like a dream.
At this time, Ye Qinghan seemed a little drunk, and his body was swaying slightly. He was still looking at the sky with squinted eyes, as if he didn't notice the sharp sword coming straight at him.
Everyone in the venue fell silent, as if they were brought into a strange scene by Ye Qinghan's series of actions. On top of the martial arts in Yanlong Continent, literature and art have never been taken seriously, so they have not been very developed. It was the first time to see such a performance. It was a bit novel, a bit exciting, and also a bit like a dream.
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The whole place was silent, and the sound of a pin dropping to the ground could be heard. Looking at the young man standing alone in the middle of the field, with a face that was obviously a little green but full of vicissitudes of life, and the tune that had never been heard before echoed in the ears, everyone Go into deep silence. The sudden and inexplicable gust of wind in the field, as well as the inexplicable strange atmosphere in the field, made everyone feel as if they had experienced a fantasy and magical journey. It seemed that they had arrived at an ancient battlefield, and everyone transformed into a A warrior kills people with his sword, leaving no trace for ten steps. Unfortunately, he is defeated in the end and the entire army is wiped out. He is left standing alone in the battlefield, with his black hair gradually turning white...
After saying that, he started to dance quickly again, and the dance was like a galloping sword. The movements were crisp and elegant, and extremely gorgeous. As he danced, he sang in a deep voice with a special rhythm:
Hearing Tu Qianjun's cold words, Xue Wuhen quickly retracted her thoughts and looked at Ye Qinghan standing in the field. She was also very curious about what Ye Qinghan would do. Could he bring out his war beast and perform a monkey trick? play
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"Uh! It's just a high-jumping flea. It's nothing. After this battle, if you are still alive, you can go to the divine city and follow me from now on." Tu Qianjun was very satisfied with Xue Wuhen's attitude. Looking at the heat in his eyes, he said calmly.
Feng Zi chuckled and patted a jar of wine on the table with one hand. The jar flew straight and steadily without spilling a drop or bursting.