Yang Ji stepped into the Warm Pavilion of the Prime Minister's Mansion in a grand manner, and he did not encounter any obstacles at all. He didn't have an invitation in his hand, and no one knew who he was or where he came from, but the young man's white robe, his long frowning eyebrows when he walked behind his back, and his lips pursed slightly, everything seemed to have a compelling extravagance, even if the elegance of a random gesture was by no means something that ordinary ministers could imitate.

  No one dared to suspect that this strange child of the family was a late guest of the Xiangfu Hall.

  When he stepped on the steps of the Xiangfu Warm Pavilion, he paused, and the maid who greeted him gently swept the steps with her broom on her cheeks crimson. When he stepped into the warm pavilion, the first thing he saw was the long dark red hair, brushing Liang Mou's fair and slender neck, and then being pulled into a samurai bun.

  He flicked the crane feather fan in his hand and said, "Good!"

  Liang Mou got up. She was wearing a fiery red soft armor, and the woven gold belt tied her slender waist, and she walked all the way to the hall, which was really tempting and enchanting. However, as she pulled out the saber at her waist, a heroic aura floated into the air, and the guests around her were shocked. The "Liang's Sword Dance", which no one has ever seen, is originally a fierce military dance, not the dance imagined by the ministers. Once the sword is drawn, both men and women are like samurai in front of the battle, and there is no crisp chest and long legs to twist, only the killing intent and domineering of the samurai.

  Liang Mou held the sword as his chest, and the blade of the sword pointed at the sky and froze.

  Shang Leji took a deep breath and moved her fingers. The sound of the piano seemed to explode, and she played the piano alone, but it was as if thousands of troops were charging in formation, and the sound of the battlefield reverberated in the hall, and the unsuspecting guests stood up in shock.

  Yang Ji's white hands were quick, and he held up a noble young man who got up: "The first section of "Breaking the Army" is also known as "Cutting", so there is this section of the sound of killing thousands of troops, and when it comes to the section of "Mou", it is extremely rigid and soft, and it is naturally gentle. ”

  "Childe is proficient in music?" The aristocratic young man had a good impression of Yang Jibai.

  Yang Jibai smiled slightly, and sat beside him: "This dance is a military song improvised by Shen Taigong hitting the pillar with a knife. The first section, "Fighting," is a metaphor for the enemy's thousands of troops and horses, and the momentum is unstoppable; the second section, "Conspiracy," is Shen Taigong's own sword and dance in his tent before the decisive battle, and he has already had the will to die; the third section is "Soldier," and the last section is the real "Breaking the Army." The majestic song is pouring over the world, igniting the fire with fire, and the sun in the sun! Under the ages, it still sounds fascinating. ”

  "Look," Yang Ji's white feather fan waved flatly, ""Felling" has passed, and the sound of the piano is broken, this is "Mou". ”

  Liang Mou was turning in his sword light, the red arrow skirt flew fiercely, the long sword threw down a large area of cold water, and when the sword blade pointed around, the guests avoided the table one after another. Her body was light and graceful, and she walked with the sword, like a red leaf floating in the cold. The sword is still the killer of Gangyang in the battlefield martial arts, swinging the sword and pointing at the sky.

  "Great!" Yang Jibai exclaimed.

  And Shang Leji's tune turned again, and the sound of the piano was erratic, it was already "Bing", like a flame that was constantly rising and falling in the wind, and the mysterious and desolate atmosphere was intensified in the continuous sound of the piano. Liang Mou's sword dance was faster, and the person was already shrouded in the shadow of the sword repeatedly, and the silver blade reflected the light with a fiery red.

  In the admiration of the guests, Yang Jibai frowned: "Why can't you control the weight with light?"

  Only Shang Leji, Yang Jibai and Liang Mou were present who noticed the abnormality. The sword dance in this section should have been as light as a weight, but Liang Mou faintly felt that the fire in his chest was not extinguished, and it was getting hotter and hotter. She was upset, and Edgeworth's skills were compromised.