Regardless of whether this Gongsun aunt is the one who appeared in the Kaiyuan period.

Chu He is all about joining in the excitement and going to have a look.

According to legend, watching the Gongsun Sword Dance, the grass saint Zhang Xu wrote a wonderful Danqing, and the poet Du Fu became a generous and sad "Sword Weapon Xing", and even the painting saint Wu Daozi also experienced the way of using the pen by watching the Gongsun Auntie dance the sword.

Although it is too exaggerated to say that the enlightenment of the three is fulfilled by Aunt Gongsun, it is somewhat beneficial.

The people in the attic screamed, and suddenly the whole street moved, and they rushed towards the attic.

The space in the attic was soon filled, but there were still so many people crowded outside, but they couldn't squeeze in.

Chu He's steps were light, but like a white shadow, he easily shuttled through the crowd, but everyone didn't notice it.

The entire attic has three floors, but it is a hollow hollow hollow zigzag.

In the middle of the hollow patio is a slightly raised, two-meter-high stage, where all kinds of artists are playing, playing and singing.

Only at this time, they all withdrew, replaced by a group of shirtless, muscular strong men, all armed with drums.

A total of eight drums were erected, and eight big men stood solemnly under the drums, with a magic brought by silence.

Before Aunt Gongsun really appeared, these eight big men had already dispersed a lot of the fireworks around them.

The originally noisy crowd gradually began to quiet down.

Although there is still a hustle and bustle outside the attic, inside the attic, everyone is looking at their heads and their eyes are wide, waiting for the beautiful woman to appear.

Boom!

A drum sounded first.

Immediately after that, the drum beat was rapid, and the eight-sided drum made it feel like thousands of horses were running together.

A magnificent breath, extremely rich, rushed to the face.

Suddenly, the sky exploded, brightening the entire attic, dazzling sword light, dazzling, people want to see, but unconsciously bow their heads, just at this moment, a sword flew from the sky, along the middle of the window out of the patio flew in, and then the girl in red fell like petals.

The snow-white toe seemed to stand on the hilt of the sword without a trace of weight.

There was a sound of rapid breathing all around, but no one applauded, as if they were afraid that the opening would scare the girl from the handle.

Chu He only frowned.

Although the picture is full of sense, and in the deep drum sound, such a bright color suddenly flies out, the snow-white sword light and the red-clothed barefoot girl really make the whole composition appear vivid and lively, both rigid and soft.

But it was far from what Chu He had in mind.

Similar scenes have been staged many times in modern TV dramas, and there are no surprises at all.

Although the girl's face was stunning, it was a little less absolute.

The so-called absolute value can be called an aura, an indescribable thing.

It is the power of thousands of flowers that people can see at a glance and remember.

Just like in modern society, makeup, plastic surgery, and P pictures are prevalent, and there are simply too many beauties that can make people stunning in an instant on the surface. But after a glance, I am afraid that it will not take three minutes, and it will be completely forgotten.

It's not because they're not beautiful, whatever they achieve in some way, from the outside, they're all beautiful.

But it lacks something that reaches the bottom of people's hearts.

A beauty, if it can only stimulate the desire of the lower half of the body, then what it has is only a shallow skin, there will be people who are willing to spend a lot of money for them, but few people will sacrifice their lives for them and give everything.

But if there is a beauty who can completely stimulate the desire of people's upper body, then what she has is the real beauty of the country and the city, there will really be kings who will take care of the country and society for them, there will be warriors who will fight bloodily for them, and there will be butchers who will slaughter the city and destroy the country for them.

In Chu He's imagination, that Gongsun Auntie should be the latter, at least closer.

"It seems that this Gongsun Auntie is not the one in the Kaiyuan period. Could it be that this is really a name that can be inherited?" Chu He thought to himself.

It's just that Chu He's thoughts fell, but he heard someone next to him whispering: "This is the red-clothed sword slave, it seems that Aunt Gongsun is going to dance today on the sacrifice day and invite the sword dance..." ”

Another person said disdainfully: "What kind of bullshit festival day please sword dance, Aunt Gongsun has never recognized it." With such a pompous name, how can it match the charm of the sword dance of the princess and grandson?"

Chu He was slightly stunned, although no one could see the expression on his face, he was still a little embarrassed.

"It seems that I take it for granted, this girl in red is not Gongsun Auntie, but her sword slave?" Chu He thought to himself and continued to wait and see.

The drum beat became more and more urgent, but the girl in red had already jumped off the hilt of the sword lightly, but did not take the sword, but around the snow white and bright sword, constantly jumping and writhing and dancing.

She is like a burning fire, enthusiastic and unrestrained, but she still exudes a ruthless and indifferent smell in her bones.

The drums grew faster and higher.

When the drum beat reaches its peak, it suddenly turns sparse.

The girl in red knelt on the side of the snow-white long sword, and from the perspective of Chu He, she could just see the perfect hip arc wrapped in the fiery red long skirt.

If this picture is taken out alone, it will definitely inspire many teenagers to raise flags and salute, and it can also make many Microsoft employees turn to Benteng.

But when the whole picture is coherent in one place, the evil thoughts in my heart seem to be dispelled with the passionate drum beat and the wonderful dance of the girl.

In a trance, right in front of me, there seemed to be a red sun rising.

And on the side of the red sun is the snow-white sword.

And compared with the red sun, that sword is the absolute protagonist, extremely dazzling.

Chu He didn't recognize this sword, but there was no doubt that it was a peerless sword, not weaker than any sword in this mortal world.

On the snow-white sword, a figure suddenly refracted a figure.

A hazy figure, jumping on the edge of the sword, like an elf in a sword.

At this time, Chu He was extremely sure that Aunt Gongsun was here.

Even though her figure is blurred, not to mention her face, she can't even see her figure, but she just has such a feeling.

She is beautiful and unparalleled in the world.

Of course, this is just Chu He's feeling at this time, and it would be too exaggerated to say so.

Not to mention anything else, the martial artist who is still in Li Shimin's harem should be comparable.

"I see, Aunt Gongsun is also a cultivator, and it is a matter of course to live from the early Tang Dynasty to the prosperous Tang Dynasty. It's just that a person like her, why would she perform in this fireworks willow alley?" Chu He left this question behind after being slightly puzzled.

There are too many troubles and problems of others in this world, and you can throw away everything that has nothing to do with you.

Otherwise, wouldn't people be annoyed to death when they lived?

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