Liang Mou didn't understand anything about the things used by the scholars. She drank very shallowly, and thought that the uneasiness in her heart was the strength of that glass of wine, but fortunately, Liang's family knowledge of breathing was profound, and she adjusted her breathing to barely suppress her disgust. But at this time, she couldn't help but dance the sword, the more difficult it was for her to resist the sword, the more she had to follow Shang Leji's tune closely, and dance the sword with all her might, and the sword momentum gradually dispersed.

There was a slight sound, and a red cloth flew out of the sword circle. It was Liang Mou's fast sword that cut off the corner of his belt. The sword is double-edged, and it is the easiest to hurt itself, and with that sword rubbing, Liang Mou already has a thin blood mark on his shoulder.

Suddenly, someone applauded. In addition to the sound of music and swords, there was a third sound in the hall. The applause was so calm that the guests had no intention of applauding, but couldn't help but turn their heads to look. A young man in white walked slowly to the center of the inner hall, he smiled and high-fived, and calmly stepped on the sound of Shang Leji's piano with every step, looking graceful.

Liang Mou was shocked, but the sword in her hand couldn't stop, and at this time it was already in the section of "Cutting", and her sword almost couldn't help but come out of her hand...... The young man in white suddenly smiled at her, and then his wide robe and wide sleeves spread out, and the whole person turned into a flying crane in Puyang, dancing with Liang Mouyang in the shadow of the sword.

His movements didn't seem to have great power, but his dance was as unfathomable as the sea, coming and going in the shadow of Liang Mou's sword without being hurt in the slightest. His fluttering long sleeves were raised, as if to bring the mountains to turn. Liang Mou's movements gradually coincided with him, no longer maintaining the majestic style of a samurai, but flying lightly, spinning against him, like a red delphinium hovering on a mountain.

"Wei?!" Liang Mou exclaimed.

Legend has it that the real dance of the Felling is only circulated by the Liang family in Puyang, but Liang Mou himself knows that this dance of the Liang family is not the whole book. The author finally revised the dance score and deleted the "Wei" that originally belonged to women.

There is a legend that later the author liked to dance at night, and those with good eyesight could see his hazy figure from a distance, alone in the high pavilion of the clouds.

"There are still people who know the whole version of "Cutting"!" Shang Leji was shocked.

She also carefully searched for the remnants of "Felling" in various collections, but after all, she couldn't spell out the section of "Wei", and this dance was in front of her, and people couldn't help but be intoxicated.

The laughter lasted for a long time, and only the silence of heaven and earth was left in the hall.

A small applause suddenly sounded, and the guests looked in the direction of the applause, and it turned out to be Shen Xiaohou, who was sitting next to Ji Yi at the back of the silver curtain, who had already stood up. Shen Xiaohou was only twelve years old, but at this time he was not childish at all, and his expression naturally revealed the majesty of the superior.

"Okay!" Ji Yi is worthy of being called the "important minister of the emperor", and he is the best at echoing the stream, and immediately took the case and cheered loudly.

It was like a strong wind on the battlefield that suddenly blew away the ethereal extravagance in the warm pavilion, and in an instant, the hazy drunken eyes of more than forty guests became clear. The applause was like a tide, and it lasted for a long time, and the guards outside were alarmed, and they hurried up the steps to check with their swords, only to see that the wealthy nobles of the royal capital had left their seats and stood up, and the crowd was covered with two shirts, one red and one white.

In the noise, Shang Leji on the musician's seat was silent for a long time, her face suddenly turned blood-red, she got up with her chest covered, and left quickly through the side door. It wasn't until in the corridor that Shang Leji paused, a mouthful of blood spitting on her sleeve.