Zhu Luan left the music shed and walked to the center of the stage.

The first six examiners stopped talking and looked over, they naturally knew that someone was taking the exam, but they couldn't hide their surprise when they saw the girl standing in the field.

However, the girl did not stop immediately when she reached the center of the stage, and walked straight to the guards on the other side of the stage.

This scene is like a reenactment of Duan Lizheng before he drew his sword.

"What is she going to do?"

"Do you want to imitate Duan Ergongzi?"

"Handan toddlers don't know what to do!"

Many people who were about to leave also looked back in surprise after Zhu Luan's roll call.

After seeing Zhu Luan's actions, he couldn't help but stop and scold.

"Husband sings and wives follow," a student who abandoned the exam shouted in a long voice after seeing it, causing a burst of laughter, "It must be relying on the identity of Duan Lizheng's fiancée, imitating a few swings of the sword, thinking that the examiners will give points." ”

Duan Lizheng stood in the crowd and frowned.

"Miss Nine is also going to dance the sword dance?" The Tao female official on the high platform was surprised, "But these people are too ugly to hear." ”

She listened to the discussion of everyone in the audience with trepidation, "What if people are really good at sword dancing." ”

It's like a princess.

Princess Jinyang bit her lip and was silent.

She was the only one present who knew that the dance that person was best at was indeed sword dance.

Perfect and Duan Lizheng.

Even if that person's dance was indeed very different in a sense, and it was even impossible for her to lose to Duan Lizheng in her eyes, the previous examiner had already preconceived about it, and the same type of dance appeared in a row......

It's too taboo.

Listening to the ridicule from the audience, Princess Jinyang looked at the small figure on the stage worriedly.

What will she choose?

Zhu Luan on the stage stood in front of the guards, and the guards who had been borrowed by Duan Lizheng before looked at her nervously.

Sword Dance......

It's so nostalgic......

Zhu Luan's expression was calm, his gaze stayed on the hilt of the sword on the guard's waist for a moment, and then he walked towards the sword guard without hesitation...... In front of another taller guard beside him.

Then he reached out and grabbed the guard's halberd on the ground.

The halberd-wielding man's eyes widened.

"Borrow a halberd." Zhu Luan said.

The guard held the halberd pole and froze.

"I'll give it back to you soon," Zhu Luan's gaze moved to his hand, "let go." ”

"Oh, good." The guard stared at the girl's eyes with a little distraction, letting go as if he had been burned, and then quickly realized that he had done something stupid.

The halberd in the army is two heads taller than a seven-foot man, and weighs at least forty pounds.

Everyone thought that they were going to see the scene of the halberd falling to the ground in the next second.

After all, a halberd is not as good as a sword, and it is not a guy who can pick it up casually.

The girl in front of her was thin and thin, and she looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, and she couldn't pick it up.

However, the scene that everyone expected did not come, and the halberd was firmly held in the girl's hand.

Then the girl took a step back, holding the halberd with her backhand, the end of the pole against the elbow socket, and the end of the halberd was flush with the forearm, sweeping horizontally!

There was a cracking sound in the air, like thunder falling from the sky!

The tip of the halberd was like a silver snake slashing through, and the exposed halberd shaft was extremely long, marking an unimaginably huge fan!

This woman can still wield her halberd at the end!

The guards in front of them felt a cold wind blowing in their faces, and the tip of the halberd seemed to pass through their throats.

All the guards even had their faces and chests purple, and before they could react, they only heard the girl in front of them laugh crisply.

"Very good, that's it."

After speaking, the girl let go of her hand, the halberd fell to the ground and held the middle, and the halberd walked back to the center of the stage.

If Duan Lizheng's every step is like stepping on a drumbeat, the woman in front of him is like stepping on a tightrope.

Carrying such a heavy weapon, but silently.

Everything was extremely quiet.

Zhu Luan stood in the center of the stage.

There was no sound of wind, and the surrounding aura seemed to be sticky, suffocating to the point of breathlessness.

There was a sound of a piano in the music shed.

Restrained, depressed, low, dry, one voice, one after another.

The onlookers, who originally thought that there was something strange to see when they saw the woman holding the halberd, looked at each other, and there was a commotion.

"What kind of tune is this?"

"Sounds familiar."

And Princess Jinyang, who was sitting on the high platform, couldn't take her eyes off the moment the girl chose the halberd, her eyes widened.

"Is it actually a halberd dance......" she narrowed her eyes with a complicated expression.

Duan Lizheng, who was standing in the crowd on the other side, closed his eyes and listened to the music coming from the music shed.

"It's ......," he muttered in a low voice, the sunset shining through the fence on his face, the boy's face mixed with joy and sorrow.

The dry piano sounded to the fourth sound, and the girl with the halberd in her hand moved.

Zhu Luan strode with a halberd, and his dress was flying.

The tip of the halberd is like a meteor, and the white rainbow runs through the sun.

The mountain rain is coming, and the killing aura is condensed.

At this moment, in the originally boring sound of the piano, there was a sudden burst of tragic high notes!

The tip of the girl's halberd slashed in a large arc in the air, facing back into the air.

A cracked silence flashed, leaving a large blank gap.

It's a lute.

The sound of the piano pauses, the pipa sounds, the big strings are noisy, and the small strings tear the heart. The halberd in the girl's hand danced faster and faster, as if thousands of military horses were lurking, forcing the audience to breathe.

Soldiers are coming to the city.

Ambush on all sides.

"It's an ambush on all sides!"

An elderly veteran blurted out among the guards on the high platform.

The halberd cracked through the air.

In the rhythmic and magnificent dance of the girl, the whole high typhoon surged.

It is as if you can see that long and tragic picture quietly looming from the depths of history.

Sometimes the girl stands with a halberd, sometimes walks slowly, sometimes points left and right.

Camping, blowing, pointing, arranging, and marching, only one person danced, but the cold light of the halberd sprinkled all over Taiwan, opening and closing, like a whole army, vividly showing the plot of the first five chapters.

In front of the barracks, the battle flag hunting.

The pipa is sonorous, the halberd is excited, the human voice is boiling, and the iron horse is galloping.

Zhu Luan's footsteps suddenly paused, leaned over and stretched his body, and the tip of the halberd slowly slid on the ground, making a clattering sound.

Everyone's hearts tightened, and the atmosphere of mystery and tension shrouded them, and it seemed that there was a hidden murder in the quiet night.

This is an ambush.

The onlookers seemed to be being watched, and they were nervous, but the more they watched, the more they wanted to watch, and they couldn't bear to leave.

Then in the silence, Zhu Luan suddenly moved, the tip of the halberd fell to the ground, the girl's body swayed upward, and a spinning body pulled out the halberd in the air and swung away!

The pipa's rapid "pinch sweep", accompanied by the girl's long halberd, the iron horse is unstoppable, and millions of male soldiers are swept wild!

And at the most exciting moment.

The girl's pace slowed.

Simple, slow movements, but like silk threads, they pull people's hearts.

Suddenly, a distant, hoarse sound of a flute came.

The other musicians in the studio looked at the young musician who had been sitting by the pen and ink in amazement.

He opened his eyes wide and played the flute as if he couldn't control himself, which was no longer a tune on the score.

The woman stood solemnly in place, halberd in hand, pointing forward, and a song was heard.

The girl sang in a low voice.

"Ten years of conquest is indefinite, how many people have returned from the army for thousands of miles? If you die on the battlefield, who does the white-haired father and mother rely on? ”

It was a desolate Chu Ge that went straight to the bone marrow, a voice that only those who have really experienced the battlefield can understand.

If you die on the battlefield, who does the white-haired father and mother rely on?

The guards not far away, the expression on their faces was still wooden, and suddenly, large crystal tears poured out of the man's eyes, and the "horn" fell on the armor, and the sound was so loud.

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