"Since this Liu Gongzi said that the Bodhisattva is in the womb, then he is not talented, so let's make a poem about the Bodhisattva realm."

Aunt Han's demeanor was calm, and he disdained the youngest son of the Caoyun Counselor's family with a fierce appearance, which immediately attracted the praise of countless people's hearts.

It is really Mount Tai that collapses in front of you without changing its color, and there is calm in case of major events, so profound qi cultivation kung fu!

I don't know when, Lao Wei was already standing beside Chen Houzhao, his eyes were extremely gloomy, but the corners of his mouth showed a hint of sarcasm.

And Xiao Deng Zi persuaded the big bull who wanted to rush into the scene to protect his uncle, only saying that your uncle's swordsmanship is extraordinary, a good look, Han Xianggong waved his hand and cut it in two, just stay honest and watch the play.

Da Niu has seen his uncle's ability, and it is true, as if killing a god and descending to earth, his heart is immediately stable.

If you get up like this, you can only make trouble for your uncle, so it's better to stay aside honestly.

Although Da Niu is straightforward, he is self-aware, and understands that this is a poetry club at the moment, and all the people sitting there are ministers and talents who are reading, and he is reckless and has tarnished his uncle's reputation.

As for saying that my uncle wants to be handsome, it's best not to bother with this kind of thing, but Da Niu doesn't understand it, but he knows this truth in his heart.

It was Dong'er, who didn't know the length of his uncle, and suddenly stomped his feet in a hurry.

Even if I heard about my uncle killing the thief with a knife yesterday, after all, I couldn't see it with my own eyes, but now my uncle, a well-mannered scholar, confronts the youngest son of a military general's family with a fierce face, isn't this in danger?

It was easy to persuade Dong'er, and Da Niu and Xiao Dengzi looked into the field again, but saw that Aunt Han had already drawn his sword in his hand.

"Liu Gongzi must like sword dancing, he is not talented, and he will play a few times, so he is ugly!"

Han Chen had a sword in his hand at this time, adding three points of grace, and his heroic spirit shocked many young ladies and maids who were hiding behind the white gauze tent and watching.

Liu Gongzi's eyes widened, and his forehead was sweaty.

It's not that Aunt Han has a very domineering spirit, and the shock of the tiger's body frightened the youngest son of Caoyun's general's family, but that Lao Wei just flashed into the scene and inadvertently performed a ghostly body technique that made Liu Gongzi frightened.

Without waiting for everyone's reaction, Han Xianggong held the sword in one hand and slowly walked into the peach forest on the side.

"Beauty is not born in the womb, it should be the peach blossom tree that grows, and the peach blossoms are easy to fall, and the falling flowers are more affectionate than you......"

Aunt Han chanted as she walked, her voice was clear, and she was paired with pieces of peach blossoms, like a fairy.

The village is waving in his hand, the sword light flickering, like a frightening flood, like the sword fairy described in the book, and everyone present is suddenly in their hearts.

As the village is dancing faster and faster, Aunt Han's voice is getting clearer and clearer, like a morning bell, like a dusk drum, in the sound of the wind, the sword light is like a white practice, walking up and down the forest, the peach blossoms are falling, and they are like snowflakes.

"Meditation in Static Motion...... What is so difficult about becoming a Buddha...... On the day of the reincarnation of Qing, Yushu was a young man in the wind...... sighs that his supernatural powers are empty, and he can't subdue the person next to him...... I have the heart to go to the jungle with a bowl, and I have a beautiful woman......"

Han Chen has peerless swordsmanship, and this village is in his hands, as if he has come to life, like a dragon coming out of the water, and like a snake winding, it is really wonderful.

The sword light reflected the sunlight, like the tide of the Qiantang River, wave after wave, wave after wave, endless, mighty.

The chant in the mouth, the words are clear, the sentences are sonorous, and there is an ethereal and heavy feeling, which makes people listen to it, such as hearing Sanskrit sounds, like morning bells and dusk drums, and the audience is all shocked!

When it came to the rise, Han Chen only felt that the sword in his hand was full of blood, like an arm and a finger, and the peerless swordsmanship rewarded by the system was faintly born with a feeling of integration, and the village in his hand just seemed to be really alive, people followed the sword, and the sword was one.

"I have worried about the loss of the Sanskrit line, and I am afraid that I will fall into the city by mistake when I enter the mountain, and I will have the law in the world, and I will not live up to it."

After the last sentence, Aunt Han let out a long roar, jumped up, clicked twice on an old tree beside him with his toes, and kicked his knees, and the whole person jumped directly into the air.

The old tree is stressed, the branches are shaking, and the peach petals fall like rain for a while, and the scene is beautiful for a while.

Han Chen's waist twisted, the whole person spun in the air, and the village in his hand brought up a ball of sword light, as if there was a circle of silver light around him!

In later martial arts performances, or gymnastics performances, similar movements are common, but now it is the Great Wu Dynasty, this kind of cool scene, the big guys are all seeing it for the first time!

Immediately, a group of literati scholars couldn't help but boil, nothing more than shouting something like poetry and sword, Taibai rebirth, etc.

Chen Hou was dumbfounded, his own brother, it's really amazing, this skill, this skill, tsk, why can't I?

The old Wei beside him pouted secretly, but he also praised the brother of Gongzi in his heart.

Because Han Chen danced the sword, as he said, it was just a trick, such a fancy swordsmanship was unkillable.

If you really get to the top of the battle formation, you dare to dance like this with a blade, and you will be killed by someone if you look at your face first.

Of course, Uncle Han's murderous sword, Lao Wei has also seen it, and even secretly studied it carefully in the morgue of Ningbo County Ya.

Only by such means can it be worthy of breaking the earth, and seeing life and death with a sword!

It is precisely because he understands Aunt Han's attainments in swordsmanship that Lao Wei will sigh in his heart that Han Xiang will be a man.

But it is because the people present are all literati, and there is no one who really knows how to swords!

Isn't the peerless swordsmanship imagined by the literati like this?

"What a dragon and snake dance!"

In order to avoid Liu Gongzi, who had a demented attack, Pan Meiniang hid behind a twenty-four-five-year-old scholar, who saw Aunt Han dancing with a sword, his cheeks were red with excitement, his eyes were wide open, and the palm of a folding fan slapped crackled, and he turned his head to Pan Oiran and kept yelling.

Pan Niangzi nodded her head, and secretly exhaled a breath in her small mouth, but she was so excited just now that she didn't dare to take a big breath!

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south! What Han Shizhu did, there really is a bodhisattva realm! ”

Monk Xuelang clasped his hands together, even proclaimed the Buddha's number, and two clusters of redness rose on his handsome face, but his heart was shocked, and he had to recite a meditation mantra silently in his heart.

With a choking sound, Aunt Han returned the sword into the sheath, with one hand behind his back, and the other hand gently patted the folds on his clothes, bathed in the peach blossom rain, this scene can be painted!

The poem "Live up to the truth", immediately let people who know poetry like a dream, chewing repeatedly in their hearts, every time they read it, Aunt Han's posture like a sword fairy outside the world will be repeated in their minds......

At this time, Liu Gongzi's face was pale, like a mourning exam.

What else can be said? This "live up to it" is also not bought?

"Liu Gongzi, do you know where my poem of the Bodhisattva realm came from?"

With a faint smile on his face, Aunt Han walked to Liu Gongzi's side.

Liu Gongzi, who has long been distraught, where can he think so much? Subconsciously, he asked, "Where did it come from?" ”

"Originally, I bought three songs."