The crowd below was boiling, shouting loudly, the sword weapon swept over the water droplets, with countless surprises, everyone showed red, showing excitement, accompanied by the Yaoqin of more than a dozen men under the jade platform, the sound of the building, the man on the jade platform, his face was ruthless, there was only the long sword in his eyes, the arm was shaking, the sword weapon was vertical and horizontal, sometimes it was like fighting in the midst of thousands of troops, and sometimes it seemed to be like a chic man chanting poetry to the window in the house, in the dark, it seemed that someone was laughing loudly, and the sword was going to be transparent, and it shone everyone's face,:

The sword is a burning, frozen sword, it has boundless amazement, as if it slashed in front of the eyes, the blade is sharp, and the man stepped on the jade platform barefoot, the jade platform and the skin of the person's naked feet, stepping on the smooth platform full of rain, so that the beauty of the general distress, the heart seems to be entangled, fierce, ruthlessly pulled, pulled bloody, but silent silence.

The night sky is dark and dark, looking up, the light of the lanterns shines everywhere, the torches are burning, the crowd is boiling and cheering, and it is clear in the distance, the sound of drums sets off the cold sword dance, the drum is very loud, vibrating people's eardrums, and the sword seems to be burning, and in a blink of an eye it turns into a dancing fire, like a woman in colorful clothes, she is as passionate as fire, her soft arms are raised high, white with a crystal breath, supporting her cheeks, the incomparably hot eyes, but with an indifferent, unbearable thin waist, The fire that seemed to be soft was burning, burning for a while, the skirt swirled, turning a beautiful posture, through the rotating skirt, as if vaguely seeing the pair of snow-white legs, people did not dare to look directly, but all the descriptions were just a sword, no matter how beautiful, or how amazing the words, they couldn't cover it, this was originally a cold sword, but in the man's hand, this ordinary sword, as if it had life and came to life.

Xiao Lingling blinked a pair of watery eyes, her eyes are very beautiful, especially with the delicate and beautiful face, in the black pupils, the mist flows, hazy, which makes people extremely excited, and when blinking, you can see the slender eyelashes clearly, Qiong's nose is very beautiful, small and round chin, with crystal colors, although she is fascinated by the sword dance, but most of her mind is put on Han Li, she likes Han Li, just as Han Li likes her, and now Han Li is different, he is a young swordsman, advocating the ultimate in strength, The speed of the sword weapon is perfect, the movement is smooth, and he also has an illusion that the man on the platform is also looking at himself inadvertently, which is the tacit understanding that belongs to the swordsman.

A tacit understanding that does not need to be explained, a kind of communication between people that does not need words, and the moment their eyes meet, they seem to have read each other.

The man's gaze wandered, looking around the audience, but he was so indifferent, as if he ignored everyone who appeared briefly in his eyes like flowing water, Han Li turned his head to look, Xiao Lingling was looking up at the sword dance, Shui Lingling's eyes, the water mist surged, glowing with innocent colors, Xiao Lingling saw his gaze, I don't know if it was the light of the torch, her cheeks were slightly flushed, the corners of her delicate lips smiled, looking a little bit of a little girl's shyness, a pair of bright water looked at Han Li.

The whole square was sometimes cheering like thunder, sometimes quiet as a calm night, and the sound of the sword dancing was clearly heard, and the rain was still falling, but the sword stopped quietly.

The voice fell silent, and the little Han Li was embarrassed to speak, but Xiao Lingling's beautiful face, right in front of him, a slight drizzle fell down, condensed into beads, and slowly slid from her cheeks to her slippery and crystalline chin, and the crackling dripped, the young woman was bright, looking at each other, making people's hearts beat, Xiao Lingling seemed to have a little face, hunched her waist and shrunk her neck, and smiled coquettishly.

He also felt that he was a little cold, the weather in the autumn rain season, after all, it was a little cold, thinking of this, holding Xiao Lingling's hand, her skin in the palm of her hand was a little wet and cold, remembering that he took her out to play, but let her get frozen, Han Li's face showed a little apology and said, Lingling's hands are very cold, why don't you say it?

Xiao Lingling shook his head lightly and smiled, It's okay, that person is a good sword dance......

Han Weizhong was secretly guilty, and he didn't hear her words clearly, his eyebrows gestured, and he said in a low voice, should we go back first?

Xiao Lingling has always been well-behaved, and she didn't object, she held up an umbrella and hit the top of the two of them, walked to the periphery, and when she turned back, the crowd was already boiling, and there must be a new dancer on stage, but I don't know who it really is?

The two walked hand in hand and laughed, this city is quite large, people come and go very lively, but this time it is almost late at night, but it is much better than the feeling that the two have just come out of the crowd, the road on both sides does not seem crowded, the houses are built in a classical style, there are many vendors downstairs to sell things, eat, the fragrance is attractive.

Han Li took Xiao Lingling's hand, sat down in a street stall, and asked for two bowls of ginger soup, the ginger was crushed, and he didn't feel very spicy tongue, so he drank it casually, the soup noodles were floating with many green onions, it looked steaming, and it was quite comfortable to drink, the two of them drank a few mouthfuls of soup, and felt that the stomach was warm and baking, which was very comfortable, Xiao Lingling picked up the bowl again, unpretentious, and drank a few big sips, Han Li, who saw it, liked it for a while, and the meaning of pity was overflowing, and he stretched out his hand to wipe away the fine sweat ...... on her eyebrows!

I heard that the girls' food is very good-looking, and today with Lingling, it is really special

It's good-looking, he said in a gentle tone.

Xiao Lingling raised his plain white hand and quietly put it into Han Li's palm, his eyes were filled with a little color, innocent beauty, and his tone was a little shy, Brother Han, don't make fun of me, how can you look good when you eat......"

Han Li gulped down half a bowl of soup, his handsome face, staring at the city, the lights were dim, the hazy everywhere was full of vague beauty, the beauty of the ancients, people came and went, and they were out of the gods, and above the city tower in the distance, the bell, the bell, the sound of the bell rang, the sound spread for several miles, and the night was a little deeper, and the people on the street were also slightly tired, and they all went to their homes, and the streets were much cleaner.

The crowd was much less, and the carriages drove out from the inner city downstairs, presumably there were many people in the evening, and the number of those carriages was huge, and they refused to come in, or they couldn't come in, and they didn't come in until now, the ginger soup was almost drunk, Xiao Lingling called Xiao Er, paid the bill, and walked on the side of the road with Han Li, talking and playing while walking.