As soon as I looked back, I suddenly heard a plural of female voices, and when I looked for the sound, a large group of warblers and Yanyan wore white skirts, passing by many tourists who admired the meeting.

In the middle, a pink mature young woman is like a little red among the flowers, reflecting the bustling and noisy sight, attracting the hope of the scholars and the envy of the group.

But seeing that this young woman was beautiful and dazzling, and her firm eyes were full of the grandeur of a sword cultivator, she walked to the front of He Gong Pavilion and took the lead in drawing her sword and dancing.

"Draw your sword and dance!"

This young woman in pink clothes and eyebrows has a sword up and down, with rules and regulations, and there is not much brilliance, and the other women with swords are the same.

"Who is this beauty?" Wu Yueya saw that He Lao and Li Bai were shocked, and couldn't help but be curious, she could make a madman like Li Bai calm down, such a person should be very powerful.

He Lao's white beard shook violently, and he said in an uncalming tone, "This is Aunt Gongsun, the Grandmaster of the Pingkangfang Sword Dance!" Rare! Rare! Princess, this is a blessing for you! In this life, I am fortunate to see Gongsun Auntie Sword Dance again! ”

"Why do you say that, that this woman is not usually seen?" Hearing He Lao's comment, he couldn't believe it even more, isn't she just a beautiful woman? What's so strange about grabbing a handful on the street.

"No, no, only when the saint summons her! If ordinary people were invited, their sword dancers would never agree! Princess, Aunt Gongsun has a lot of praise for you! Otherwise, I wouldn't have come here to meet the Eight Immortals! Li Bai forgot to drink while holding the wine glass, and stared directly at the pink beauty, he naturally saw that it was not beauty, but the gentle and simple swordsmanship.

"I see!"

Wu Yueya understood, Aunt Gongsun came here, it was more and more in line with her own purpose, was it just a simple sword dance? Wait, seeing that these more than 50 people are dancing with swords, just some simple movements are repeated, and there is no gorgeous performance, I don't feel a little puzzled, what does this mean?

If you think about it, shouldn't dance be accompanied by music? Immediately let Wan'er and Qin Muyu come out, sit under the pergola, and play the piano! At the same time, half a bowl of spirits was brought to Aunt Gongsun, only to smell a woman's faint fragrance.

As soon as the bare hand passed under the eyes, the beautiful woman in front of her turned around and danced, her head was slightly raised, and the wine bowl fell on the tip of the sword without moving the slightest with the sword dance, Wu Yueya's eyes lit up, good swordsmanship, she couldn't help but applaud, and secretly wrote down every move.

The sound of the piano is as fierce as a blade, more than 50 Mei Ji sword dance groups, the scene is spectacular and gorgeous, as time goes by, regardless of the high light of the sun, more and more tourists stop and watch, this is the envy of others, they all know, this is the famous Chang'an Gongsun Aunt of Pingkangfang.

Who is Aunt Gongsun sword dancing for? For the princess who protects the country, and dances the sword for the drunken eight immortals.

The beautiful woman in the pink skirt pulled out the sword at her waist, and the two swords danced, one sword went to the east, and the other sword went west, and the pride was gone!

More than fifty sword girls stopped their movements and surrounded their masters, forming a wreath.

The beauty in the pink skirt tiptoed and danced the sword in the circle, the scarf hanging on the shoulder snaked and fluttering, the double swords stabbed together, the cold light rotated, the double sword was divided into two in one, when the two cold lights were swimming, I saw the beautiful woman rotate her body, the skirt flew up, the sword moved three times, the wrong leg was retracted, the sword was split in the air, the sword was stabbed again, the ground was up, hung upside down in the air, three stabs were stabbed on the ground, and then turned over and took off with the force, dancing left and right with the cold light, dazzling and dazzling, dancing in the air three or four moves, and finally fixed the ground, and put the sword into the sheath!

The whole sword dance lasted for an hour, Wu Yue Aya was amazed, worthy of a generation of sword dance masters, she can realize that the essence of the swordsmanship of her half-life practice is in this dance, Gongsun Aunt is not only here to sword dance, but also to teach her swordsmanship, the last move back to the Hongluo goose style is wonderful!

I don't know why, after watching the final sword dance, she had such a description in her mind, and she still remembers it clearly, if she used the sword, she should be able to find something.

Thinking like this, he came to the pavilion to get a bucket of cold drink, scooped out a bowl of cold drink, and handed it to Aunt Gongsun with his own hands, Wu Yueya waited until the other party showed a relieved expression and nodded and took the bowl, her mood was complicated, is it a master.

"You, very good! The only woman I've ever seen who doesn't look like a woman has a heroic spirit! I saw you when I was in the West Market, and I'm here today to clear your name! Who dares to say that my princess is a Nomura woman! The essence of my life's sword cultivation is here, and I hope you can understand the mystery! I can feel that it is not by chance that you saved Your Majesty, and the luck of this great Tang Dynasty is on you! I hope you can continue to protect the country! Protect me from the Tang Dynasty! ”

After Aunt Gongsun finished speaking, she handed over the sword to the princess, and smiled lightly, "Try it!" The Eight Immortals have also gathered..."

Wu Yueya was startled, and hurriedly hugged the plump waist of the person, glanced at him, and saw the drunken confusion in the eyes of the eldest lady, coughed lightly, a little embarrassed, the person was drunk.

Picking up the eldest lady and entrusting it to her apprentice, Wu Yueya tried to walk the swordsmanship, and at the same time looked at the end of the Eight Immortals Bridge, someone had already successfully descended the bridge, and there was no need to hold on!

The man walked towards him, waving as he walked, smiling, like a spring breeze, this person was Cui Zongzhi, a classmate at the next table! However, the other party wanted to say something proudly, but suddenly his body went limp, and he collapsed on the ground like a pile of mud and couldn't get up.

Several princesses went up to help people up, Wu Yueya felt in her heart, how long has it been since she been so happy, so many people, so many stories, unconsciously, the way of the sword gradually rose with the edge of her inner understanding, jumped up, her long black hair swayed, and she returned to the wild goose!

Seeing this, Wan'er and Qin Muyu stroked the piano faster and faster, and the sound of the piano gradually became sonorous, like a hundred horses galloping and a big wave set off! Mu Yu led the main theme, and Wan'er echoed it, with a magnificent and heroic momentum!

There was a burst of applause around, and Aunt Gongsun also nodded with satisfaction, and finally got drunk, and the spirits of the princess's mansion really lived up to its reputation!

Only Li Shisan, who was alone, understood the scene of the princess's last nostalgia for the sword blade, it was an indescribable sadness, she could understand it but couldn't describe it, probably the princess and her were the same kind of people! Looking at the princess, her gaze softened more and more, as if she would be infatuated with each other, and finally shook her little head, erased unrealistic thoughts, and did not overdo it.

As soon as the applause was extinguished, Wu Yueya heard an old man crying out frantically under the sobering shed outside the side pavilion, isn't this the grass saint Zhang Xu? I'm drunk again, but every time I get drunk, I leave behind an amazing cursive scroll!

Zhang Xu was not only drunk, but more importantly, he saw the sword dance of Aunt Gongsun, listened to the impassioned piano music, and was so excited that the ink flew on the paper, and the ink was sprinkled on the face of Yu Chaoen, who was enjoying the cool together, his sleeve robe was crazy, the ink pen was swept wildly, and an elbow hit the nose of Yu Chaoen, who was surprised and close-up, and the huge external force made Yu Chaoen fall into the sky.

Waiting for the drunkenness to dissipate, Zhang Xu gasped, and sat firmly on the Eight Immortals chair with the support of the mountain bandits with the beard of the eight characters, and a poem scroll full of violent beauty was formed!

The last sentence in cursive is the beginning of the paragraph: Give the princess of the protectorate! Read the latest chapter of "Steamed Tang Claw Book House" for free for the first time.