Cao Tongpu danced a solo song, and took out his best housekeeping skills, the long sword dance was impenetrable, the cold was wanton, and the killing intent was strong, and several Wen generals who were close couldn't help but dodge, otherwise it would be easy to be killed to the bone, and the injury would not be light.

Yue Heng was not stingy, and gave most of the shock to this deputy general Cao, who was immersed in Xiang Yu's martial god and couldn't extricate himself, and used all his strength to sing the song of the overlord loudly.

The sound penetrated the camp tent of the Zhenyuan army, and under Yue Heng's earth-shattering hammer, the sound of the drum spread throughout the foot of Chuhua Mountain, and many people heard this shocking giant drum, and couldn't help but look in the direction of the Zhenyuan army.

"That's ...... 'Farewell My Concubine'!" Bian Gaoyang ran out of the camp, quickly distinguishing the familiar rhythm, and couldn't help but change his expression.

"It turned out to be the tune of "Farewell My Concubine", and it was so shocking, could it be that the original creator Yue Heng performed it himself?" King Lan Hui, who was drinking with the staff general, also heard it, and guessed this possibility, and immediately sent spies to the Zhenyuan Army to inquire about the news.

"This year's literary controversy, I'm afraid it's full of variables again, I'm afraid that no one in our army can be more prominent than Yue Heng......" King Qiqian, who was holding a scroll and reading a book, put down the book in surprise, smiled bitterly, and said enviously: "This Mengzhan luck is really good!"

"Shit! What is "Farewell My Concubine"? Evil words confuse the public!" This is a person who envy, envy and hate, the scolding general smashed a wine glass and shouted angrily: "Whoever is in the Zhenyuan Army, if you dare to come forward to fight tomorrow, see if I can't kill him!"

The royal hunting ground at the foot of Chuhua Mountain heard this drum, and the rhythmic drum sound could also be felt in the royal family temple on the mountain.

In the quiet room, Su Weiwei, who was silently reciting the scriptures, trembled slightly, and suddenly exclaimed, the scriptures in her hand fell to the ground, and tears flashed in her eyes. He covered his mouth with a look of complete disbelief, surprised and surprised. There is confusion in surprise, and there is incomparable tenderness in doubt. Laughing in tears, crying in laughter.

Her strange movement woke up Princess Mingyue and Master Jingjing, who were silently meditating, and the two looked at Su Weiwei, not knowing what was happening, but soon they also heard the dull sound of drums.

"It's him...... He is at the foot of the mountain, and he has also participated in the royal hunting ground!" Su Weiwei cried with joy, her body slumped for no reason, and she finally confirmed Yue Heng's existence. And so close to her, as if this song was sung specifically for her.

Princess Mingyue smiled and asked, "How dare you be sure it's him?"

Su Weiwei wiped her tears and said: "When he sang "Farewell My Concubine" for the first time, he deliberately didn't choose me, but when he talked to me in detail afterwards, he used this version of the tune, and he promised to sing this song with me personally in the future, he was Xiang Yu, and I was Yu Ji......"

A touch of shame appeared on Su Weiwei's face, and she remembered that the two of them were in Taishang Restaurant. Chatting, talking, and laughing for a few days. Talking about love, talking about love, that is the happiest time of her life, the softest secret in her heart, and the source of her happiness, how can she be embarrassed to share it with outsiders?

"Miss Su is really temperamental!" Mrs. Jing also smiled slightly and sent her blessings: "Lovers will naturally be together, Miss Su don't worry." ”

Su Weiwei sobbed and laughed: "The slave family lost their temper after hearing his news, Your Royal Highness the Princess." Master, let's continue to pray for blessings......"

Princess Mingyue put down the scriptures in her hand. He took the initiative to stand up and said with a smile: "How can you meditate and pray for blessings at this time? Tomorrow morning is a literary dispute, although you and I can't leave the temple, but we can still stand on the cliff behind the temple and look at it from afar, maybe you can still hear the masterpiece of Yue Gongzi, let's rest today!"

Su Weiwei smiled, why didn't she look forward to it?

After she said goodbye, she returned to her own courtyard, but she was restless, always thinking about what Yue Heng was doing, so she simply walked through a few corridors, pushed open the side door, and followed the path to the cliff in the backyard, looking into the distance stupidly.

"Childe, the slave family is really very, very happy now! Thank you for coming to see me, it's good that you have this heart, even if the slave family is wronged, they don't complain, it's all worth it......" Su Weiwei faced the direction of the hunting ground at the foot of the mountain, holding the Sansheng Stone, the love token given to her by Yue Heng, her heart was full of happiness.

......

The song "Farewell My Concubine" is coming to an end, the musician class is still continuing to play the end of the music, Yue Heng looked around, and the soldiers were more or less happy on their faces, which showed that everyone should have some understanding, and the martial spirit was stirring.

But Cao Tongpu, who was dancing the sword, had a very painful expression, as if he was indulging in Xiang Yu's world and couldn't extricate himself, and it didn't seem to be in a good situation.

Yue Heng's mind moved slightly, and he decided to give Cao Tongpu a great fortune, and at the last moment when the music fell, he beat the war drum in front of him and sang loudly.

"Born as a hero,

Death is also a ghost.

So far, I think of Xiang Yu,

Refused to cross the river. ”

Rumble!

I saw that Cao Tongpu's body was full of red light, and the martial soul in his chest and abdomen was completely detonated by this poem, and the red light phantom fluctuated, shining in the center of the camp, stabbing everyone who didn't dare to look at it directly.

After Yue Heng finished reading this poem, a martial saint holding a long sword fell from the sky, and gradually condensed and formed in the sky above the camp tent.

After the first year of divine punishment, when the world evaluated the martial saint Xiang Yu, most of them were regretful, thinking that Xiang Yu was too face-saving, and if he escaped and returned to Jiangdong in Wujiang instead of killing himself, he might not lose to Liu Bang.

As soon as Yue Heng's quatrain came out, it immediately changed the entire Zhongyuan world's view of the martial saint Xiang Yu, and expressed this kind of unyielding personal solar terms vividly and vividly.

I'd rather die than die a heroic!

I'd rather die than steal my life!

He is a hero in life, and he will become a ghost when he dies!

The virtual image of the Martial Saint Xiang Yu was guided by Yue Heng to come to the world, which represents the recognition of the ancient spirit for him, this part is the spiritual part that no one has ever set foot in, the virtual image retains the purest saint power of the Martial Saint Spirit of Xiang Yu, and it can be used by others!

"General Cao, go!"

Yue Heng stretched out his hand and pointed at Cao Tongpu, who was struggling in pain, and his divine sense guided the Martial Saint Xiang Yu to invade Cao Tongpu's martial soul, he wanted Martial Saint Xiang Yu to forcibly evolve Cao Tongpu's body!

He is already familiar with this trick, and in "National Martyrdom", Qu Wensheng's phantom entered his body in this way.

"Drink!"

Cao Tongpu erupted with an earth-shattering roar, with him as the center, no one could stand within three zhangs, and the armor on his body made a crackling and popping sound, and from time to time armor fragments flew and shot into the crowd.

"Everyone, don't be impatient!" Meng Zhan roared, calling out to the somewhat panicked generals, his heart trembling and excited. (To be continued)