With his feet on the footprints, looking at the stones, looking at the sword marks with his eyes of delusion, pinching the sword trick in his hand, and using his fingers as the sword, Chen Weiming posed exactly the same starting style as Li Qinglian in the artistic conception.

After brewing for a long time, with a gust of wind blowing, the hand, the sword rose, and the fingers pinched the true qi and spiritual power, and the traces of sword intent were slashed in the void.

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon. If it weren't for the jade mountain, it would meet Yaotai under the moon. ”

Cold and proud, cold and cold in the heights, a lonely artistic conception, in this world, no one can compare with him, only the bright moon of the starry sky can be followed.

In another place, he is also talking about the Tang King, and no one in the entire West Sea Continent can compare with him. Li Qinglian hopes that he is not only obsessed with beauty, nor is he proud of the achievements in front of him, and hopes that he can have the courage and courage to go out. Meet under the moon in Yaotai, and no longer just this continent in the West Sea.

Starting from the first word "cloud" and ending at the last word "Feng", the spiritual power is like sword intent, the true qi swims, the same footwork, the same artistic conception, Chen Weiming let himself reproduce the sword dance of Li Qinglian here in the past.

By the time he finished writing the last stroke of the word "Feng", bursts of blue light appeared all over his body, surging and converging, like an endless river pouring into a huge boiler, more and more, about to explode.

At this moment, I could clearly feel that there was a force in my body that was about to burst out, and the cyan light seemed to be about to turn into a cyan lotus. But Chen Weiming held back and held all his strength in his fingers.

Qingping tunes three moves, in the final analysis, it is still one move, let Li Zuo interpret it, it should be a three-move swordsmanship, but if Li Qinglian is allowed to come, it may be a one-style swordsmanship. Chen Weiming wants to copy not Li Zuo, but Li Qinglian.

"A branch of red dew condenses incense, and the clouds and rain Wushan break the intestines in vain. By asking who in the Han Palace is like, poor Feiyan leans on new makeup. ”

This is a poem appreciating the concubine, although Li Qinglian feels that it is not a good thing for King Tang to be obsessed with women, but he still objectively appreciates the beauty of this concubine, which is incomparable.

In addition to appreciation, there is another kind of worry implied. Red face and trouble, several famous women who have appeared in the West Sea Continent have made their monarchs greedy for beauty and waste state affairs.

New swallows are flying, that is the trajectory of true qi, vertical and horizontal, unstoppable.

At the end of the second sword, the blue light on his body was even better, and the power on his fingers also contained an extremely terrifying level, which made Chen Weiming feel unbearable, and his fingers seemed to explode.

Taking a long breath, I moved to the third poem.

"Famous flowers love each other, and the king looks like a smile. Explain that the spring breeze is infinitely hateful, and the agarwood pavilion is leaning on the north of the gan. ”

This may be the scene before the sword dance, the concubine is dancing in the sea of peony flowers, the king of Tang leans on the railing and raises a glass and smiles, and Li Qinglian is also sitting aside.

Maybe he has been persuaded many times, or Tang Wang's attitude is too resolute, which makes him feel that being outspoken will not only not be useful, but will also cause some unnecessary trouble in the friendship between the two.

sighed helplessly, and carved out what he wanted in his heart on this stone in the way of sword intent.

On the one hand, they are obsessed with beauty and sex, abandoning state affairs, weakening the national strength, and even falling into ruin, forgetting about the iron horses of other countries.

The other is to be pure in heart and clear in desire, like but not indulge in, benevolent governance, fraternity in the world, and prosperity of the king, so that the country will prosper.

The other is to leave the West Sea Continent together, go to the wider world, and create a real dynasty, instead of being this poor caged bird in the West Sea Continent.

Li Qinglian engraved the meaning in her heart on this stone, I don't know if the Tang King didn't see it, or if he made a choice, in short, in the end, Li Qinglian left the West Sea Continent alone.

Starting from the word "name" and ending with the word "dry", this time the sword marks are far more complex and powerful than the previous two poems. Chen Weiming's speed was very slow, as if he was moving forward in a swamp, which was difficult and uncomfortable.

Although Chen Weiming was already able to control the consumption of spiritual power, it was still like a rushing river, dissipating extremely quickly and continuously.

When the sword mark was demonstrated to the word "spring breeze", there was a sharp pain in my mind, as if someone was holding a hammer and beating it in his head. The speed is not fast, and it will not be fatal in an instant, but it can hit its own pain point every time, and it is miserable.

Giving up is undoubtedly the best option, but Chen Weiming is unwilling. Artistic conception is like an epiphany, it is an instantaneous experience, mysterious and mysterious. I have been focusing on this matter these days, and I have tried my best, so to speak.

The whole person's spirit is in a very delicate state, and once you give up at this time, even if you repeat the same thing after recovery, you may not be able to repeat the thing.

Needless to say, the strength of the Qinglian Sword Song was already needless to say, and the ruthlessness of the Yanyun Pavilion also made Chen Weiming feel something. Especially as the Mortal Knife said, because of the identity of the Awakened, he has been deliberately treated by the Yanyun Pavilion, and he does not give himself a chance to escape the difficulties and dangers at all.

Without the need for explanation, he could also think that the final trial would either be extremely dangerous, or that he would be specially targeted. The purpose of the Smoke Cloud Pavilion is to tap the potential of the killer apprentice as much as possible, if you can't use your potential to the extreme, the one who dies will inevitably be yourself.

Chen Weiming didn't dare to slack off, nor did he dare to have the slightest luck. He didn't have much time to waste here, and he had to figure out as soon as possible if he could learn the Qinglian Sword Song. If you can, it's good, but if you can't, you'll have to find another way.

After the word "spring breeze", Chen Weiming continued to hold on, writing one word after another. When the word "hate" was written, I was already trembling all over my body, and it was difficult to determine myself. The blood in his eyes flowed, spread, and diffused along his face.

The sweat on his body was like rain, until his whole body was red, and his skin even cracked, as if it was about to explode.

Can't stop...... A voice in my heart shouted. Although he was already a little confused, Chen Weiming clearly knew that if he couldn't go through it today, it would be more difficult next time. Once there is a shadow in the heart, it will be afraid, fearful, until it loses its courage.

Gritting his teeth, after the word "hate", he wrote down two words with difficulty.

"Agarwood Pavilion North", the whole body is red, like a red-hot old iron, the blood drips, making a burst of sound, being evaporated into blood, the cyan lotus flower was instantly dyed into a blood lotus, extremely terrifying.

It's just a little bit, a little bit...... There was a voice roaring in my heart, and there were only three words left. It is feasible to take 100 steps, ninety-nine and a half, and these last three words seem to have become an insurmountable chasm, which is extremely difficult.

When Chen Weiming wrote the last stroke of the word "lean", he felt a pain all over his body, as if he had been hit with a heavy hammer, a mouthful of blood spit out, a cry of pain, his eyes were dark, and he fell straight down.