Sword dancing was an extremely popular and common thing in the Sui and Tang dynasties. www.biquge.info In that era, there was a fashion of Ren Xia, and the long street line of the sword was a symbol of pride. Li Bai once said in "The Book with Han Jingzhou" that he was "fifteen good swordsmanship, all over the princes" (here dry is the meaning of the meeting). At that time, there was a style of sword among the literati and scholars, and in addition to competitions and duels in a friendly atmosphere, personal sword dance performances were also popular, which was called "sword weapons are untouched". Therefore, Xiang Zhuang's request to dance the sword is also an extremely elegant thing.

In the middle of the main hall there is an incense burner, the incense burner is lit with a few sandalwood, Xiang Zhuang stood next to the incense burner, arched his hand at everyone, gently pushed the hilt of the sword, and pulled out the long sword of Ming Honghong.

The sword light burst into flames. In the sword light, the sword wind was like a tiger's roar, and after a short breath, the sword intent in Xiang Zhuang's hand had reached its peak.

After a few swords, Ling Ran's sword intent has been completely stimulated, the sword wind is whistling, the sword light is like a match, and the three sandalwood smoke pillars on the incense burner have been cut down by the sword qi.

After the sword light swept by, the pillar of smoke on the sandalwood seemed to rush upwards violently, and the sword light exploded into a thick flame of light in the swirling smoke, and everyone was dazzled and couldn't help but shout hello.

Immediately after that, like a snowfall landslide, the frost and snow-like sword qi in Xiang Zhuang's hand burst out without reservation, shooting towards the place where Zhou Ning was sitting. Qian Qianyi, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help but cry out "ah".

Zhou Ning didn't dodge or dodge, his eyes were firmly fixed on the tip of the sword, and he didn't even move his muscles.

With a "swish", Xiang Zhuang's long sword stopped in front of Zhou Ning's forehead, then retracted, and then stabbed to the other side, and another sword light burst out, and said with a smile: "Brother Zhou is so bold." ”

Zhou Ning smiled and didn't speak, through the spiritual sense of the immortal technique, he had locked on Xiang Zhuang's sword momentum and made sure that Fang Cai's one was not killing.

Qian Qianyi, who was beside him, sighed at this time, sat up straight, his whole body was already drenched in cold sweat, and said with a forced smile: "Brother Xiang's sword dance is really amazing. ”

Today's banquet is mainly based on Confucian talents, in addition to Li Shimin, Xiang Yu, Liu Bang, and a few people, a lot of talents were also invited to come, in addition to Wang Shizhen and Qian Qianyi, the most famous is Tang Bohu.

Although Tang Bohu is crazy, but the name is famous in the entire Great Sui, is famous, at this time Xiang Zhuang's sword dance will raise the atmosphere of the banquet, while the staggered planning, while Xiang Zhuang is still dancing the sword, several literati began to drink and chant poetry there.

These literati still left a reputation in history, such as Qian Qianyi and Wang Shizhen, both of whom were poetry masters of the Kangxi Dynasty, and even Liu Yuxi chanted a poem while watching the sword dance.

After a while, intentionally or unintentionally, Qian Qianyi looked at Zhou Ning again and said, "There is wine and sword today, how can you not write poetry?" Brother Zhou is talented, today taking advantage of Liu Gong's birthday banquet, it is rare to get together, in front of everyone, we make a poem by ourselves, with Ren Xia as the title, let everyone evaluate the taste? ”

This person was a little too annoying, Zhou Ning blinked his eyes and frowned slightly.

On the side, Xiang Yu didn't say a word until now, just drank quietly and drank wine, only Zhou Ning next to him could detect the terrifying killing intent coming from him.

Qian Qianyi glanced at Zhou Ning, saw that his expression was flat, and said with a wry smile: "Brother Zhou, don't you look down on us, don't you ...... Don't you even give Liu Gong face......"

The sword weapon in Xiang Zhuang's hand lit up suddenly, and the sword light was like a sword rain in the entire main hall, and then, Xiang Zhuang's eyes looked at Zhou Ning, the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer, and a murderous intent suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Qian Qianyi's words were a little heart-wrenching, the voice fell, the hall was a little quiet, others waited for Zhou Ning's reaction, Zhou Ning said lightly: "It's okay, since Brother Qian is full of fists, he won't hide it in the next place, do you have pen and ink?" ”

glanced at the figure of Xiang Zhuang Wujian, searching for related poems in his mind, Zhou Ning had seen the history of this world before, Xinlingjun and Hou Ying existed, but Zhu Hai died under his own hands, so Li Bai's "Chivalrous Journey" naturally never came out, and after a while, a servant sent a set of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Zhou Ning spread out the rice paper, dipped the brush in ink, and wrote on the paper, using cursive copy from Zhang Xu. Change is like a ghost and a god, and it cannot be predicted.

"Shhh...... Good words, compared to Zhang Bogao, it is not much better......"

Qian Qianyi watched from the sidelines, a little unimpressed at first, but after a while, his face turned pale, and he couldn't help but read it.

"Knight's Journey......"

Qian Qianyi's voice trembled a little, he originally thought that Zhou Ning was just a vain name, and he didn't have the intention of using Zhou Ning's fame to support himself, but Zhou Ning's first poem at the beginning made him chuckle in his heart and realize that his calculation was wrong.

The bow was on the string, and I had to read it: "Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming......"

The battle was extremely neat, and in just the first sentence, the talent on the rice paper had begun to glow.

Xiang Yu also had a solemn face.

At this moment, the sword weapon in the hand of Xiang Zhuang, who was dancing the sword in the field, emitted thousands of points of mysterious light, and it spread out like flowing water......

Zhou Ning felt that the talent in his body began to boil, and continued to wave calmly. Immediately afterwards, the incomparably beautiful verses appeared in his pen.

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, sassy like a meteor......"

"Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles."

"It's time to get dressed...... Hidden in the ...... of fame"

"Hiss......" Everyone took a deep breath together, and Li Shimin's eyes also looked at Zhou Ning with colorful ripples.

With the end of the word 'name', on this half of the poem, the talent has suddenly risen more than four inches, and the people present are not ordinary people, so they naturally know that this is a sign that the poetry realm has reached the three realms of Mingzhou. Liu Yuxi and the old man beside him narrowed their eyes and shook their heads, as if they were appreciating the charm of the poem.

Xiang Zhuang shouted, stepped on a strange step, and suddenly flashed to the other side, and suddenly threw the long sword in his hand into the air, shining with ten thousand points of starlight.

The atmosphere in this hall became a little solemn, and Zhou Ning only felt that the qi in his body was boiling like a drum, and there were vague signs of precipitating, which was extremely similar to the promotion of the innate realm that day. I knew in my heart that after a long time of accumulation, it had reached the critical moment of condensing the heart of the text, so the brush was dipped in the inkstone and continued to wave......

"Idle over the letter tomb drink, take off the sword and ...... before kneeling"

"Concentrate on the scorching and persuade the Hou to win."

"Three cups of Turannuo, Wuyue is light."

"After the eyes are dazzled, the spirit is vibrant."

Talent has reached more than six inches, six inches has reached the realm of the town country, in this chaotic world, Zhuzhu replaced Zhu Hai's position, was the door of Xinling Jun at that time, and was also a famous man in history. In just four lines of poetry, a soaring pride has been revealed, and it is also impeccable in terms of mediocrity.

Xiang Yu's eyes flashed and he looked at Zhou Ning. Li Xiuning and Dong Shuni, the two beauties, also whispered, and threw Qiu Bo on Zhou Ning from time to time.

The sword in Xiang Zhuang's hand danced more and more urgently, and in an instant, it suddenly stabbed at Zhou Ning, containing a mysterious fantasy and irresistible domineering might. The momentary strength invaded, and the chill was great.

"Boom."

Zhou Ning was stunned, the pen flew like a fly, and the paper fell like a cloud of smoke, concentrating on writing the last sentence of this poem.

"Save Zhao with a golden hammer, Handan was shocked first."

"Two strong men in the autumn, Xuanhe Daliang City."

"The bones of the dead man are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world."

"Who can write Your Excellency, Baishou Taixuanjing."

When the last word fell on the paper, it suddenly jumped to a foot, to the point of spreading the world, and spreading the world...... There was silence all around. Everyone is chewing on the whole poem.

The talent qi quietly submerged into the body, and the cultural qi in Zhou Ning's body boiled into smoke, and suddenly fell, condensing into a crystal dream "Wenxin", which gradually expanded and contracted with his own breathing.

Immediately afterwards, the Wen Xin in the abdomen began to swallow Wen Qi non-stop, and the whole mind seemed to be much clearer, and Wen Xin had become a success!

According to Du Shisan, everyone's Wenxin is different, so what is the effect of his own Wenxin?

At this moment, the long sword in Xiang Zhuang's hand had turned into a match, quietly stabbing in front of him, Zhou Ning suddenly raised his head, and in front of him, a chivalrous phantom holding a Wu hook quietly appeared.

The energy struck with a thunderous sound.

Xiang Zhuang was shocked, and took a small half step back, and the long sword in his hand had already fallen to the ground.