Chu River··· Or, at this moment, the mentality of all audiences is complex.

First of all, this kind of hazy and hazy, like holding a pipa and half-covering his face, is like a feather, constantly teasing on people's hearts.

It's itching, but it's never real.

But at the same time, the human imagination is also limitless.

It is precisely because you can't see it really that there is endless reverie.

Everyone's preferences are different, so the only thing that can satisfy everyone's preferences is blank space and imagination.

Therefore, while anxiously waiting for Aunt Gongsun's official appearance, she was a little resistant. The person who is afraid to appear does not meet the image that he hopes for in his heart.

In the midst of this contradictory expectation, the sword light shrouded the four fields.

Suddenly, it was like the sky bursting, and ten thousand swords rang out in unison.

There are peerless beauties, walking around the beam, carrying swords like dragons.

In this peerless sword dance, what you see is not only a beautiful dance, a peerless swordsmanship, but also a kind of spirit that goes straight to the bottom of your heart and takes care of your heart.

Some people have seen the battlefield fighting, some people have seen the magnificence of mountains and rivers, some people have seen the totems of ancient wilderness, and some people have seen drunken gold fans, drunk dreams and death.

It wasn't until this moment that everyone knew how narrow and ignorant their previous doubts were.

When an art, a dance, a swordsmanship, goes beyond the normal concept and reaches a level that is almost like the Tao.

It doesn't really matter who the person who casts it is or what it looks like.

No one can care about the beauty of the sword carrier under such a sword dance.

The sword dance of Aunt Gongsun is by no means the kind of ordinary dance that shows off her posture and behaves seductively.

In the sword dance of Gongsun Auntie, everyone seemed to have a wonderful and splendid journey.

By the time everyone came to their senses, the dance was over. But everyone was stunned, and stood in place, refusing to leave.

I wanted to applaud, but I was afraid of disturbing the residual charm of this peerless sword dance.

I wanted to shout "do it again", but I was afraid, and the beauty that remained in my heart before was suddenly broken and disappeared.

This kind of melancholy is like the kind of satisfaction and regret left after finally reading a good book after three days and three nights, wanting to start a new spiritual journey again, but also afraid of destroying the spiritual world that was built.

In the end, I can only close my eyes, hold my dreams, and then hum a song softly, to reminisce, to feel again, to try to grasp the tail of the aftertaste.

However, compared with ordinary audiences, Chu He's feelings are even stronger.

"It's... The power of the mind! And it also builds a world of minds. Although it is far less grand and complete than the Journey to the West, it can pour out from the heart, directly intervene in reality, and pull people into a dream. ”

Her sword dance is like the concept of synchronization between storytelling and writing. In this way, everyone's minds are condensed into a rope in a short period of time. ”

"Although they are different, they have the same goal... ！”

Chu He knew that he had found someone!

The woman who guided the Monkey King on the 'right path', restrained her violence, and had a merciful heart, he found it.

It must be, and it must be this Gongsun Auntie.

With some regretful thoughts of melancholy in his heart, Chu He raised his eyes.

saw that the girl in red had already bowed down to thank the Quartet, and was about to leave with the long sword in her arms.

The real Gongsun Aunt, from beginning to end, does not seem to show her true face.

The drumming gradually died down.

All that reverberated in my ears was the sound of a violently stirring heartbeat.

"Okay... This belated applause finally broke the calm in the attic with a loud voice, like a little spark, igniting dry wood.

Everyone began to cheer desperately.

The servants in the attic picked up the wooden plates and walked past the audience.

Copper plates and broken silver rained down into the wooden plates. Occasionally, it is mixed with gold cakes and jewelry.

In the midst of emotion, no matter how stingy people are, they will inevitably give generously, although many will regret it afterwards.

In the lively coin scattering session, the girl in red, surrounded by eight big men, has quietly moved behind the scenes.

Chu He's figure flickered, but he followed.

They follow them, but they don't notice them.

When they arrived in a quiet room, they saw the girl in red holding the sword and placing it on the sword stand.

Behind the sword frame, there is an ink painting.

In the painting, a girl dressed in colorful clothes, holding a long sword, has a heroic posture, but her movements are a little charming.

Lighting three incense sticks and inserting them in the incense burner in front of the sword stand, the girl in red and the big men retreated together.

Not at all, there was also a person in the ashram.

Chu He looked at the sword on the sword stand, looked at the portrait behind the sword stand, and the three sticks of incense in the incense burner, where else did he not understand.

"This Aunt Gongsun is not only a monk, but also a different kind of monk. She is not human, but she is a sword. Maybe it's been a long time, and the spirit in the sword has become a demon. Now he wants to get rid of the sword body and become a human form. Therefore, I entered the world to practice, on the one hand, to understand the conditions of the world, and on the other hand, to collect some humane beliefs for the purpose of cultivation. Chu He's heart was completely clear.

"Perhaps this Gongsun Lady completely transformed into a form in the Kaiyuan period, came forward in person, danced with a sword, drunk three thousand guests, and was cold in nineteen states. Thinking of this, Chu River revealed itself and was no longer hidden.

The sword hummed, and a crisp voice mixed with sharpness scolded, "Who are you? ”

Chu He looked at the sword on the sword rack and said, "You cultivate your own spirituality with the will of others, and you want to transform into a form. This is indeed a shortcut, but what you borrow, sooner or later, you will have to pay it back. Now that you have borrowed people's will, one day, you will have to repay the love debt. If you cross the past, you can go further, and if you can't pass a thousand years of cultivation, you will be scattered. But why bother?"

Chu He's words went straight to the essence, making the sword spirit in the sword even more uneasy.

With the sound of the sword, a sword has already stabbed towards the Chu River.

In terms of swordsmanship moves alone, the subtlety of this sword is only seen in Chu He's life.

Even the sword moves of the Gu Dao people are inferior.

But at this time, Aunt Gongsun didn't even cultivate the demon body after all, and Chu He's swordsmanship was inferior to her, but as soon as she stretched out her hand, she violently held her in her hand.

"You... Let it go!" came a girl's anxious, angry, and ashamed voice from the sword.

Chu He ran the true yuan, clutching the sword, his fingers gently brushing the snowy sword body.

The unruly sword qi cut his fingers slightly, but not a drop of blood oozed out of the small wound, but the wound healed quickly in less than a second.

Bite!

Fingertips flicked lightly on the sword.

With the crisp sound, there was also the girl's shy snort.

"You're fast... Let me go!"