"People are very sharp-tongued and eloquent, but they are only in the general realm, and the strength of the eight-rank war beast is not very good, which is a pity. Tu Qianjun smiled coldly, shook his head slightly, and said to Xue Wuxian next to him.

"Compared with Childe, of course he is worthless, but this kid still has some means, and Wuji once secretly suffered a little loss under him. Xue Wuxian smiled slightly, no matter the tone and expression, he was respectful, and there was nothing to be faulted with.

"Eh! it's just a flea that jumps high, it's nothing, after this battle, if you are still alive, you can go to the Divine City, and follow me in the future." Tu Qianjun was very satisfied with Xue Wuji's attitude, looked at the heat in his eyes, and said lightly.

"Uh...... Xie Gongzi!" Hearing Tu Qianjun's words, a scorching light appeared in Xue Wuji's eyes, and he was so excited that he wanted to kneel down for Tu Qianjun to express his respect and gratitude, but he found that Tu Qianjun waved his hand casually, so he had to stand up and stand behind Tu Qianjun more respectfully. [

Seeing that Ye Qinghan in the field in the distance was still talking, the corners of Xue Wuxi's mouth "revealed" a faint mockery. The slightly trembling body and pinched white fingers expressed the excitement and excitement in his heart. Tu Qianjun met by chance ten years ago when he was traveling abroad, that is, Tu Qianjun was still a fifteen or sixteen-year-old playful child, often escaped from the Divine City to play, and it happened that he discovered Tu Qianjun's identity, so he began to secretly curry favor with Tu Qianjun. often take him out to play, please him everywhere, and meet all his requirements.

Today, he finally got Tu Qianjun's reward, and finally had the opportunity to walk into that high sacred mountain and into that divine city, of course he was very excited in his heart. Although he entered as a subordinate, or even a servant. But he didn't regret it, but was extremely ecstatic, because he accidentally learned a big secret from Tu Qianjun, a secret that could change its fate. And only by entering the Divine City can he ascend to the sky in one step, change his fate, and get a great opportunity.

"The monkeys are going to dance!"

Hearing Tu Qianjun's cold words, Xue Wuxian hurriedly retracted his thoughts, looked at Ye Qinghan standing in the field, and was also very curious, what would Ye Qinghan perform, could it be that he took out his war beast and performed a monkey show?

"It's going to start!" The princes also stopped talking and turned their eyes to the night light cold in the field, wanting to see how this young man who spoke wildly would behave.

Ye Qinghan walked lazily to the field, and after satisfying everyone's appetite, he did not start acting immediately. Instead, he suddenly made a special move, his posture trembled, his head was raised, his spine suddenly became straight, his hands were attached to his back, his expression was serious and slightly vicissitudes, his eyes gradually became deeper, and his eyebrows inadvertently frowned slightly, as if a young warrior had become a down-and-out middle-aged poet.

The temperament that changed in an instant in the light cold of the night really made everyone stunned. This face-changing effort is too fast, and it really seems to be like that.

"Wine!"

Just when everyone was secretly scoffing, Ye Qinghan suddenly shouted, and the person still maintained his original posture, just stretched out a hand and shook it against the square table of Feng Zi.

Feng Zi smiled, and gently patted a jar of wine on the table with one hand, and the jar of wine flew straight and steadily, without spilling a drop or bursting halfway.

Ye Qinghan didn't look back, as if his eyes were open behind his back, and before the wine jar was about to touch his hand, he turned his palm into a claw. He easily grabbed the wine jar, then leaned back slightly, and drank the wine in a big gulp.

Under the illumination of the moonlight, the colorless wine "liquid" turned into a white "color", and at this time, the white "colored" wine "liquid" spilled from the wine jar, surging down, like a pouring Milky Way, flowing into the mouth of the night light cold, sprinkled on his face, bloomed on his clothes, and dripped on the lawn, and suddenly the strong aroma of wine overflowed the entire space.

"Haha...... Good wine, come with a sword!"

A jar of wine was almost drunk, and the night was cold and cold, and with a wave of his hand, he threw the jar of wine towards the wind purple. Then he stretched out his hand and pointed directly at the Dugu Sword behind his square table.

Dugu Jian smiled slightly, picked up the saber on his body with his left hand, and slapped his right hand violently at the hilt of the sword, and his silver-colored long sword shot out like lightning, shooting straight at the cold face of the night.

At this time, Ye Qinghan seemed to be a little drunk, his body was slightly shaking, and he was still squinting at the sky, as if he hadn't noticed the sword that was shooting straight at all.

With just the right flick of his body, the silver sword narrowly slid past the front door, and then he stretched out a hand, seemingly slow movements, but firmly grasped the hilt, and then he took a slight step forward, raised the sword above his head, stretched out his other hand to hold the scabbard, and slowly pulled it away.

Boom!

The gorgeous silver-colored scabbard was pulled down in an instant, revealing a dazzling blade. The sword was three feet long and four fingers wide, and the cold sword body glowed with cold light under the reflection of the moon. With a flick of the scabbard, the scabbard was inserted into the ground and into the earth for three points. Ye Qinghan stretched out his fingers and slowly slid across the silver-colored sword body, his eyes focused and affectionate, as if he was looking at the woman he loved. [

The crowd in the field fell silent, and seemed to be brought into a strange scene by a series of movements of the night light cold. On top of the Yanlong Continent's military force, literature and art have not been taken seriously, so they have not been very developed. Seeing such a performance for the first time, it was a little novel, a little exciting, and a little dreamlike.

Ye Qinghan paid no attention to everyone's expressions at all, just staring deeply at the sword held in the air, as if there was only that sword left in his world. After a while, he suddenly moved, holding the sword in his right hand and stabbing forward diagonally, his body quickly followed, and quickly picked a few sword flowers, and then his body suddenly stopped, and suddenly shouted: "Drunk and pick up the lamp to see the sword ......"

After speaking, the body danced quickly, dancing a galloping fast sword, the movements were crisp and neat, gorgeous, and sang in a special rhythm while dancing: "Drunk to pick up the lamp to see the sword, dream back to blow the horn company camp." ”

"Eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings turn over the outside sound, and the autumn soldiers on the battlefield ......"

The sword danced faster and faster, and then slowly slowed down, but it was a blur in the eyes of everyone. The sword that seemed to be slow only saw white light shining continuously. At this time, the field suddenly changed inadvertently, and the wind actually began to blow on Jinghu Island at this time, and the howling summer wind made everyone's robes hunting. It's just that everyone was silent in the light cold of the night, the novelty and special sword dance and the blood-boiling verses, and they didn't pay any attention to it. It's just that the old guys of the Saint Realm who are above seem to have noticed something, and their brows are collectively furrowed, and they look around......

"The horse-made Lu is fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt. ”

"But the army is the king of the world, and he has won the name before and after his death, and the poor white ......"

With the slow chanting of the night and the sword dance of the white light, the wind became stronger and stronger, and without everyone noticing, the concentration of heaven and earth aura on Jinghu Island reached a terrifying level...... Maybe it's a while, maybe it's a long time. Ye Qinghan slowly stopped, and in a crisp sword sound, Ye Qinghan attached his sword with one hand, tilted his head slightly, closed his eyes, and stood there quietly, and the strange thing was that the gust of wind that suddenly blew on Jinghu Island also suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if it had never been blown.

The audience was silent, the sound of needles falling to the ground could be heard, looking at the young man standing alone in the middle of the field, the face that was obviously a little green, but full of vicissitudes, and the ears echoed with the never-before-heard tune that swallowed mountains and rivers, and everyone fell into deep silence. The inexplicable sudden gust of wind in the field, as well as the inexplicable strange atmosphere in the field, made everyone feel like they had experienced a fantastic and magical journey, it seemed that they came to the ancient battlefield, everyone incarnated as a warrior, sword killing, ten steps without leaving a trace, but unfortunately, in the end, the heaviest defeat, the whole army was annihilated, leaving only themselves standing alone in the battlefield, a green silk gradually snow-white......

Yueji's eyes widened, looking left and right, her expression was serious, as if she was carefully feeling the difference around her, and several Supreme Elders glanced at each other, seeing a trace of surprise and shock in each other's eyes.

Tu Qianjun stared at the sky in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking. Xue Wuxian narrowed his eyes slightly, Feng Zi and Hua Cao opened their mouths wide, Long Shui Liu "licked" his lower mouth, Dugu Jian and the five people were full of excitement, and the princes were full of blood, and their faces were as red as the first "tide". The eyes of the moon are "blurred" and rippling.

Everyone felt that a young man was stroking a sword and fell asleep with a drunken spirit, and then woke up in a dream when he woke up at dawn and heard the majestic horns sounding in various military camps one after another. The first two sentences are a blend of scenes, and I am full of emotion.

"Eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings turned over the outside sound, the battlefield autumn soldiers" Everyone seemed to have come to the battlefield where 10,000 people were fighting, and saw the mighty barracks, with axes and halberds standing upright, pointing straight to the sky; flags flying and making a loud noise; and the armor of the soldiers was shining, and they were all heroic. Coupled with the light cold of the night, a fast sword galloping like the wind completely stimulated the trace of blood hidden in the depths of everyone's hearts for a while.

"The horse-made Lu is fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt. But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death. "The rest of the night was light and cold, and the sword danced fast and slow, and the tune was sung high and low. It makes people feel that the soldiers are invincible and heroic, as in the present, and they have left the reputation of establishing an immortal meritorious country for the nation before and after their deaths, and the words are full of patriotic passion. These two sentences mean that the lyricist sees that the work is done, and is full of ambition, so that he gives a pleasant cheer, and even the tone is relaxed and majestic, so that the emotion of the tone rises to the highest point.

And the last sentence "Poor white happens." The sharp turn of the pen makes the feelings fall from the highest point, and the infinite emotion of spitting out the ambition is difficult to pay, revealing the sharp opposition between the ideal and the reality, expressing the grief and indignation of serving the country and having no way out, so that the whole word is covered with a rich sad "color". This sentence echoes the first sentence, which is a description of the feelings of real life, in strong contrast with the dream in the middle, and effectively expresses the grief and indignation of serving the country without ambition.

A brand new sword dance, a tune that has never been heard before, a blood-boiling and emotional poem, a subdued recitation and a bewitching sword dance. Although many places in the poem are not very well understood, and some words do not understand his meaning, it does not prevent everyone from appreciating the performance, and does not hinder the shock and baptism in the depths of their souls.

After a long time.

I don't know who gave the first applause, and a moment later the applause rang out like a "tide". They never thought that the original men's sword dance could also dance like this, and men could also sing music, and they could sing so shockingly and resonantly. Tu Qianjun nodded, came back to his senses, and slapped his face lightly. Although the light in his eyes is still arrogant, there is also a slight appreciation in it.

Yueji sighed slightly, her face was cautious, she didn't applaud, but pondered for a long time, suddenly stood up, walked quickly to Ye Qinghan, bent down and bowed respectfully, and said respectfully: "Han Gongzi is talented, Yueji has danced for decades, and has taught dance for decades, and today I realized that it was a frog at the bottom of the well, and the old body is ashamed...... Yueji is willing to worship Han Gongzi as a teacher, follow left and right, and hope that Gongzi will not dislike it. ”