The Tang Dynasty is the era with the most immortal saints in history, and it is needless to say that the immortal saints in Li Du's poems are not to mention, in addition to the grass saint Zhang Xu, the sword saint Pei Min, the painting saint Wu Daozi, the tea saint Lu Yu, and the music saint Li Guinian. Even Li Longji, who was not doing his job in his later years, was respected by the people as the ancestor of the opera industry because he created the Liyuan Line and created the "Neon Clothes and Feather Clothes Song".

This is a colorful and gorgeous era, the literati come and go in the famous mansions, chant poems, the folk respect and love for art, the birth of countless poets, the composition of countless chapters.

The peak of this culture and art is passing, and after many years, there will be no more Tang Dynasty in the world, only Tang Dynasty poems.

Li Siye's thoughts returned to his eyes, Li Twelve Ladies flashed and moved in the air, fast like lightning meteors, slow like cranes dancing in the sky, the two swords sometimes intertwined, sometimes the brilliance of each other, the sword wheel flying and staggered, but the two swords never touched, intertwined like a fight to turn the stars, the stars are brilliant, and when they are separated, they are like the sun and the moon in the same sky, reflecting each other.

Her veil was not chaotic in the dance of the sword light, and then fluttered lightly, the more powerful and majestic the blade, the lighter the streamer was like a flying fly, soft and rigid intertwined, forming an indescribable beauty. The copper bell rings on her white jade-like bare feet jingled, like the goddess who flew into the sky, and the white clothes turned around and smiled, floated out of the grass hall, and fell on the empty street in front of the hall.

The larger venue and wider stage made her sword dance more free, and her dancing posture rotated around the venue. Without the constraints of space, her sword light could appear anywhere.

Li Siye sat behind the desk and was stunned for a moment, then quickly stood up with his hands propped up and chased to the door of the grass hall.

The soldiers who stood at the head of the city looked over and looked at it from afar with their spears, and the soldiers at the gate of the city came running and watched from afar; The lady who sat at the doorway sewing clothes put down her work and walked towards the main street; The guests in the wine shop sat outside the door with wine bowls, and the guests on the second floor opened the windows and leaned out of the window frame to look out; The children threw away their toys and ran hand in hand.

People forgot to cheer, forgot to cheer, just stood silently like a clay statue and watched quietly, even the children did not make a sound. Their eyes widened and they did not dare to blink, for fear of missing a single trace of this precious time. But no matter how wide your eyes are, you can't fully absorb and appreciate the wonders of art.

Li Twelve Niang's veil is like a long banner raised to the sky, a touch of red in the blue sky is bright and intense, the double sword was thrown into the air by her, as if Hou Yi shot the arrows of the sun, and it was like a flying sword that cut off the dragon, the sword light swirled and shot down from the sky, Li Twelve Niangzi reached out to pick it up, people screamed and lifted the heartstrings, she quickly took the hilt of the sword in her hand, the sword light danced around the surroundings, and suddenly she closed the sword and stood still.

Sweat seeped down Li Twelve Niang's white forehead, beads of sweat rolled down her swan-like neck, and her breathing became heavy with the rise and fall of her chest. There was a short period of atmosphere freezing around, people stared blankly, the scene just now seemed to be in a dream, but the sword dance in the dream was deeply engraved in their minds.

The wine bowl in the hand of the drinker was tilted, and the slurry dripped, and the crotch of the lower shirt was dripped, and the bowl was hurriedly withdrawn and covered with clothes, and the guest who came to the window fell from the window with a groan, and fell to the ground moaning and rolling.

The cheers and high-fives of the military households sounded all around, and a passing Silk Road merchant shouted excitedly: "She must be the grandmother of Gongsun who is rumored in Chang'an!" Only Aunt Gongsun in the world can perform such an amazing sword dance! ”

"Aunt Gongsun? I heard it in Chang'an when I was a child, it shouldn't be so young! ”

"Then she must be a disciple of Aunt Gongsun!"

People gathered in a big circle, only daring to look at the legendary sword master from afar, some people may have never heard of it in their lives, some people have heard of it but have not had the opportunity to see it, and at this moment they all became her fans. They can all expect that the wonderful performance they encounter today will never be seen again in this life.

Li Twelve Niang walked forward slowly, came to the grass hall at the foot of the steps of Li Siye and stood still, calmly and reservedly: "My sword dance has never been able to perform for only one person. ”

Li Siye nodded happily and approvingly: "Of course, you are an artist, and I am already very satisfied." ”

She turned around and walked towards the liquor store with her twin swords, and along the way, everyone took the initiative to get out of the way, and then took the initiative to follow her, looking up at her back. The guests of the wine shop stood aside with their wine bowls, watching her pass by and leave, a few words of praise brewing in their stomachs, but they were nervous not to say them.

Suo Yuanyu hugged her chest and looked the most proud, sure enough, people who had never seen the world, Li Shiniang's performance was only a sword weapon, and the most imposing Xihe sword weapon in the sword dance would be more amazing and surprising, but watching her practice all day long, she no longer had this sense of expectation and novelty.

Li Siye finally agreed to give Suo Tong a book to be written, so that Suo Yuanyu could use his imagination and find an excuse to change the facts. Li Siye didn't care what she wrote, as long as Suo Tong could come to the Green Ridge to discuss how to distribute the business of escorting the caravan, even if she wrote that she single-handedly killed the entire Green Ridge guard, what did it matter, it was just to satisfy vanity.

A Tibetan man in a lapel-neck robe stood hunched outside the city gate, and after looking inside, he turned and walked away on foot, avoiding the vigilant gaze of the soldiers on the city wall.

He walked three or four miles, and every hundred steps he had to suddenly turn back to see if anyone was following him. Finally, he came to the back of an abrupt mountain col, pulled out the horse tethered to the place, turned over and galloped away into the distance.

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More than 30 miles southwest of the city of Saole in Bohe Prefecture, it is the Tanju Ridge on the border of the small Bolu country, and there is a garrison fort on the ridge, which is a thousand commanders of the Tubo garrison in the small Bolu. There were a total of 50 samurai under the command of Mr. Qian, and each samurai controlled 20 slave soldiers. The samurai wore full suit of chain mail, peacock feathers, and were armed with horned bows, spears, and short swords. The slave soldiers were the appendages of the samurai, with only a hard leather cloak that covered their bodies, and their weapons were spears, rattan shields, and swords.

The Tibetan cavalry who had peeked a few times before guarding the city in the Green Ridge quickly returned to the garrison fort and shouted to the city: "Xinbao!" ”

The gates of the garrison fort slowly opened, and he led the horse into the city, tied it into the stable, and quickly headed for the stone hall in the center of the city.

Qianzong Gong Juezan and two five hundred commanders sat cross-legged on the ground, and on the ground was a sheepskin map showing the city defenses and strongholds of the Tang army in the area north of Xiaobolu.

"Zong Lu, I asked you to send someone to investigate the details of the Tang army in Suole City, but there is any news?"

Five hundred general sect Lu nodded and said: "The two groups of spies before and after have made it clear, the Tang army's city defense has been consolidated, and the soldiers and generals are not slack.

Gong Juezan raised his eyebrows, raised his chin and asked, "Zong Lu, I just ordered you to investigate the enemy's situation, and you should judge the outcome of the matter?"

Zong Lu hugged his chest and bowed his head: "Please forgive Mr. Qian, there are better suggestions from my subordinates, can Mr. Qian listen to it."

"Speak."

Zong Lu stretched out his finger to the map, pointed to one of the insignificant dots, and said, "This is the Green Ridge Guard, and the tribes of the Hidden Tribes have also migrated in this place, and the Thousand Commanders take the second of them, isn't it more valuable than Suole City?"