The banquet is over.

After all, Hua Kai didn't ask where Taizong's relics were.

It's not that Old Man Luo refuses to say it, and there is no reason to continue to cover it up, even the Jiuqu Pan Dragon Ball is willing to hand it over, and after saying so much secret, Hua Kai doesn't think he has anything to hide.

So he didn't hide his purpose and asked directly.

It is a place of hidden treasures, and only three people in the world know about it, and those three people, one of them, is naturally His Majesty Li Er, and now Li Zhidu is already ancient, let alone him.

The second is the one that later generations like to call the Tang Dynasty military god, Li Jing.

The third is the head of Ling Yan's heroes, the eldest grandson Wuji.

The former Li Er had already died of illness, and the latter was framed by Xu Jingzong, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites at that time, because of his opposition to Li Zhili Wu Cao, and was exiled by the knight, and then hanged himself.

The dignified founder of the country, the head of the dynasty, the head of Lingyan Pavilion, and Li Er's brother-in-law, it is also embarrassing to end up like this.

The nine-song dragon ball in King Luo Bin's hand was given to him by the eldest grandson Wuji before he died.

Hua Kai himself guessed that this old man was so clearly opposed to the Empress Wu, and even hated it, and it was estimated that there was the influence of the eldest grandson.

No one in the world knows the place where the treasure is hidden.

However, it is said that in this Nine Curved Pan Dragon Ball, there is a hidden mystery of the treasure place.

In addition to this dragon ball, there is also a treasure called "Nine Dragons Cup", and the combination of the two can unlock the mystery and obtain the treasure.

It's just that the Nine Dragons Cup is now in the hands of Empress Wu.

Hua Kai suddenly lost much interest, at least for the time being.

wants to take something from Wu Zetian's hand, even if he has Lao Lu's ability, he doesn't know if he can do it.

……

The Tang Dynasty is full of rhyme, and the poetry and wine are romantic.

Hua Kai finally realized something.

These martial arts are at the top, and they are masters of the rivers and lakes, not at all like Hua Kai's impression.

Whether it is what he imagined, or what he saw in novels, movies and television, the people in the rivers and lakes should only have one body of martial arts, coming and going like the wind, although they are not illiterate, and they will never do that vassal and elegant act.

The truth is that he was wrong.

Even his cheap master, Comrade Lao Lu, is a sassy man who has left hundreds of poems.

At this moment, in the courtyard, the covered bridge is broken, the pavilion is missing, the painting building is overturned, and the flowers and trees are broken. It is already a ruined wall, scattered everywhere.

But in the night, the moonlight pours down, and it is also a unique artistic conception.

Of course, this is what those said, and Hua Kai doesn't approve of it at all!

After eating enough, these things are in a commotion, and they have to come to this dilapidated courtyard, saying that they want to drink and talk about poetry, and live up to their elegance.

On the side, Zhang Ruoxu sat on a broken wall, Hengqin on his knees, ten fingers caressing, his attitude was frenzied, the sound of the piano was loud, ding-dong, like moonlight into a stream, gurgling.

The Gongsun sisters have two swords in their hands, and the sword light is like a rainbow, dancing like a rainbow.

Comrade Lao Lu was lying on the remnant stone, still holding the wine in his hand, his face was red, his hands were on his knees, he was beating to the sound of the piano, and he was muttering and chanting in his mouth.

Even Yang Yin'an, who had always been holding the old male god Fan with a cold face, was chanting poetry to the moon at the moment, with his hands behind his back, his head raised at a forty-five degree angle, his eyes were blurred, and his mouth was depressed.

Old man Luo and Liu Shiyuan, the old guys, actually responded with an intoxicated face next to them.

The style of painting is so strange and the turning point is so big that Hua Kai can only twitch the corners of his eyes.

After rolling his eyes for a long time, Hua Kai's eyes fell on the Gongsun sisters, a group of big men complained that they could see it? At least the beauty can still be eye-catching.

This look is really just unmoving.

People are like flower fairies under the moon, and swords are like shocking rainbows.

He felt that Cao Zijian's Luo Shen was more suitable to be used here. It's really like a frightening and graceful dragon...... The hair is like the moon covered by light clouds, and the fluttering is like the snow of the flowing wind. Looking at it from afar, it is as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow......

It's really drunk, wine makes people drunk, swords make people drunk, and people get drunk.

There seems to be a fire in Hua Kai's chest, and he can't spit it out if he wants to, but at this time he envies those sassy people, if he has half of the talent and attainments of an immortal, he can open his mouth and spit out a famous article of celebrities through the ages.

Under the moonlight, his face was a little red, and he was uncomfortable, Hua Kai could only muttered those few sentences of Luo Shenfu, reading and reading, naturally remembering Lao Du's poem, and opened his mouth to spit it out: "In the past, there was a beautiful woman Gongsun's family, and a sword dance moved in all directions." The viewer is like ...... Obsessed and depressed (note), heaven and earth have been low for a long time. Huo Ruyi shot nine sunsets, like a group of emperors and dragons. Come like thunder to collect anger, like the river and the sea condensing the light......"

Fortunately, he was still sane, and he knew that the rest of the part would be out of his mind, so he stopped.

But even if it's just these few sentences, it's already a thing.

Lao Du's level of writing poetry is really not comparable to many people, and it is not surprising that it has attracted the attention of everyone who complains.

And the Gongsun sisters who danced the sword, they had already felt it when Hua Kai's eyes fell on them, and then heard him obsessively thinking about Cao Zijian's Luo Shen Fu, although Gongsun Auntie's face was still cold, but her heart was spitting, Gongsun Erniang was willow eyebrows upside down, and she almost wanted to deviate the sword qi to teach a lesson to this surnamed Hua who looks like a flowery person, but the next few lines of poetry made both of them feel shocked.

The two glanced at each other, and each saw the surprise in the other's eyes.

The sword light in his hand was sheng, and the sword momentum suddenly changed, no longer intoxicating and delicate, but vigorous and fast, coming and going like electricity, and the sword roaring like thunder.

Just like in the poem, "Huo Ruyi shoots nine sunsets, like a group of emperors and dragons".

Everyone who was originally attracted by Hua Kai's few poems was suddenly glued to the sword light of the two sisters.

The blank gaze froze, and the murmuring sound of the piano suddenly changed, as if it was cooperating with the sword momentum of the two sisters, eagerly, and suddenly like thunder.

For a while, there was only sword light in the field, and the sound of the piano was lingering.

The human sword is intertwined, when the wind is surging and the clouds are moving, the sound is mighty and difficult to beat, and when it is like a fine willow supporting the wind, it is soft and exquisite.

I don't know how long it took, the sword stopped, the sword light converged, and the sound of the piano gradually faded.

It is really "like thunder to collect anger, and like the river and sea to condense the clear light".

"Thank you Zhang Gongzi for your help."

Sister Gongsun first put away her sword and hugged her fist, thanked Zhang Ruoxu, and looked like Hua Kai, and directly bent down to worship: "Thank you for the success of the playboy." ”

“……”

Why? What's wrong with me? Which door is thanks?

"Hahahaha, good poetry, good sword, good fun, today you have to drink good wine, you have to listen to good poetry, you have to see good swords, you have to smell good music, you have to have fun! Farewell, everybody! ”

A figure rushed up, like a big peng piercing through the air, it was the old man of Liu Shiyuan who flew away directly, and disappeared in an instant, leaving only his rough laughter in the air.

"Before the flowers and under the moon, the beauty sword dance, the poetry and wine are good, unprecedented, a certain is also exhausted, goodbye to the rivers and lakes."

The green shirt fluttered, and another one left, it was Yang Yin'an, and many Changge disciples behind him flew up and followed the head of Zi Xiao to leave.

Sister Gongsun glanced at each other and said in a clear voice: "Playboy, help my sister realize the sword today, the two of us will remember this kindness, he will repay it every day, if the son has leisure, he may wish to visit Yangzhou Qixiufang." ”

After speaking, he also flew into the air, like two pink smoke and rain gradually dissipating.

He was still in a daze, and suddenly a whisper came from his ear: "Apprentice, there are still mundane things for the teacher, go first, within three months, you can go back to Huashan by yourself, don't forget to bring more good wine." ”

Looking at the boulder again, Comrade Lao Lu didn't know when he disappeared.

Only Zhang Ruoxu and Luo Bin Wang were left in the courtyard.

"Brother Hua, you and I are like-minded, we should have enjoyed with you, but I want to send Mr. Luo to Yangzhou and his party, say goodbye first, and this thing will be given to Brother Hua, talk about my heart, and see you again in the future."

Zhang Ruoxu stood up with his sleeves, held the long qin and bowed to Hua Kai, threw a thing to Hua Kai, and then grabbed Luo Bingwang and walked away.

His clear laughter was also heard in the air: "Who first saw the moon on the riverside?" When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year? Life has been infinite for generations, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year. Hahahaha, hurry, hurry! ”

“……”

Originally, in the courtyard where the piano and sword were raised together, and the poetry and wine were merry, only a lonely figure of Hua Kai was left in the moment, messy in the wind......

Do? What are you all doing?!

Shouldn't this be a comparison of the master's copying of poems and pretending, aren't you all shocked?

Why didn't you follow the script!

If you don't let the master pretend, forget it, take turns dressing one by one, pretending to be it, and running away after pretending, what are you doing!

Hua Kai was really about to cry......

Well?

I wanted to cry without tears, and looked at what Zhang Ruoxu threw over, it was a book.

Hua Kai suddenly sensed and opened the skill panel:

[Pingsha Falling Goose Song]: From the world of swordsmen, Zhang Ruoxu's piano music is unique.

[Rating]: Blue (3 stars)

[Learning Cost]: 1000

Note: You need to have a green piano or above to learn.

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[Xihe Sword Weapon]: From the world of swordsman, the Gongsun sisters heard the sword when they danced the sword.

[Rating]: Blue (3 stars)

[Learning Cost]: 1000

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The scroll in his hand is "Flat Sand and Falling Goose Song", where did this "Xihe Sword Weapon" come from?

Hua Kai continued to be confused......

……

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PS: The hierarchy system has been changed slightly, it was originally "white, green, blue, blue, yellow, orange, gold, red and purple", each color is divided into shades, and now it is changed to one to nine stars for each color, which is more intuitive and easy to remember, and the others have no impact, just mention.

In fact, I didn't even want to set the level when I started writing, and I hope it will be reflected in the content of the story. The author has some obsessive-compulsive disorder, at least to be able to pass his own logic. After all, even if the same knife plays a completely different role in the hands of different people, it is impossible to generalize the actual personal strength like the game level, and it is too straightforward and lacks some charm. But if you don't write it, it is estimated that many readers will be entangled in this, so they simply write a data rule, which is directly data-based, and can have a self-justifying reason, hoping that it will not make book friends feel too abrupt.