Chapter 82: Sword Dance, Inscription

The maidservants sprinkled the petals all over the round table and left. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Zhao Xiaoyong stood alone in the center of the round platform, smiling at several judges and said: "No, Zhao Xiaoyong, perform a set of sword dances for a few adults, I hope the adults can like it." ”

Shi Shoujing frowned slightly, and was about to speak. Wang Gui took the first step and said loudly: "You kid is so pompous, you are so presumptuous in Lord Shi's mansion. If your sword dance can't satisfy us, Lord Shi will pursue it, and I won't speak for you. ”

Hearing this, Shi Shoujing glanced back at Wang Gui. He secretly said in his heart: "Could it be that Wang Xiang knows this kid, listening to Wang Xiang's tone, it seems to protect him." If so, then I'll have to think about it. ”

Hearing Wang Gui say this, Zhao Xiaoyong breathed a sigh of relief first, after all, Cao Peng pulled out all the plum blossoms in Shifu. Then, Zhao Xiaoyong replied: "If Wang Xiang thinks that I don't dance well, just turn my head and leave." ”

Turn your head and go, thirty-six plans are the best plan.

"It's so simple, ruining such a beloved plum blossom of Lord Shi is like walking away. Wang Gui squinted his eyes and smiled.

As soon as he said this, Zhang Dian and Shen Hua also glanced at Wang Gui, and felt that today's Wang Gui seemed to attach special importance to Zhao Xiaoyong. But neither of them spoke, and Zhang Dian said in his heart: "I have seen this kid before, but I don't think there is anything outstanding, why does Wang Xiang value him so much." ”

Zhao Xiaoyong's careful thinking was seen through by Wang Gui at a glance, and he smiled awkwardly, then coughed and pulled out his long sword.

In the hall, Guo Junya said with some excitement: "Wen Xuan, come quickly." Zhao Xiaoyong came to the stage, I heard that this kid went out to learn art, and it was three years when he went out, and he didn't know how he learned, but the pomp was really not small. ”

"Xiao Yong, I haven't seen you for a long time. Li Wenxuan muttered, and then walked to the window. recalled the incident three years ago, when Zhao Xiaoyong fell into the water and fell ill, Li Wenxuan blamed himself for a long time. Later, when he heard that Zhao Xiaoyong went out to learn martial arts, Li Wenxuan only sighed secretly.

As for Sizhu, he has long forgotten Zhao Xiaoyong three years ago. Seeing Zhao Xiaoyong draw his sword, the length was okay, and Sizhu said in his heart: "Don't be an embroidered pillow, it won't be useful." If you dance well, I'll mention it in front of the young lady. ”

The music slowly sounded, and Zhao Xiaoyong pulled a sword flower first. After that, he began to dance to the rhythm, and Zhao Xiaoyong made a set of Qingfeng Thirteen Styles, adding some basic moves of the Huashan School in the middle. Sword dancing is not like a competition, there is a little less sharpness and more tenderness in the swordsmanship.

Sword light danced with his arm, like a white snake spitting out letters, hissing through the wind. It is like a dragon walking through, chic and free. Zhao Xiaoyong controlled his strength with internal force, and the petals flying in the sky were beautiful. But not a single petal flew out of the round platform, which shows Zhao Xiaoyong's extraordinary control over internal forces.

The layman looks at the bustle, and the insider looks at the doorway. Like Ge He, in addition to marveling at Zhao Xiaoyong's sword dance, he is also afraid of Zhao Xiaoyong's martial arts. "What kind of martial arts has this guy practiced in three years? The progress is too great, he must have practiced martial arts before. Katsuga frowned, thinking to himself. Like Cao Peng and Zhao Xiaoxi, they were stunned. Only a few judges were able to remain calm.

With one move, Zhao Xiaoyong's long sword seemed to be flying with petals, like a colorful dragon. Zhao Xiaoyong danced to the rise and used a reed to cross the river. The figure wanders on the stage with the moves, sometimes like a swallow and a sword, and sometimes like lightning passing quickly.

When everyone was amazed by Zhao Xiaoyong's extraordinary sword dance, Zhao Xiaoyong lifted lightly, soared into the air, and used six Huashan swordsmanship in mid-air. After that, the long sword was raised, and Zhao Xiaoyong landed steadily, accompanied by the petals falling from the sky, which was very beautiful. This sword dance is over.

Behind the scenes, which made everyone even more amazed, there were five plum blossoms on Zhao Xiaoyong's long sword, all of which looked like plum blossoms were in full bloom.

Wang Gui was about to speak, and when he looked at the round platform, his eyes narrowed. Xin said: "This kid has good martial arts, he is an all-round talent in civil and military affairs." Let everyone be amazed first, wait for me to say. It seems that Wang Gui knew that Cao Peng's poem was told to him by Zhao Xiaoyong.

At this time, after the talented people at the bottom came back to their senses, some applauded loudly, and some shook their heads silently. A few slots have been reduced this night.

"Look, there's a word on the round platform. At this time, after some talents stood up, they found that the petals on the stage formed a word, and they were a little surprised.

At this time, the people below stood up one after another. Seeing that all the petals on the round platform were not distributed in a disorderly manner, but formed a "plum" character, which made the talents under it even more admired.

Zhao Xiaoxi looked at it, did not speak, his hands were clenched into fists, and his face was a little not good. And Cao Peng and a few people were applauding loudly. And the ladies in the hall were also stunned, such a person is called a perfect lover.

Guo Junya pointed at Zhao Xiaoyong and said to Li Wenxuan in disbelief: "Are you sure he didn't know martial arts three years ago? You tell me now that Zhao Xiaoyong has been practicing since he was a child, and I believe it." Li Wenxuan also shook his head unexpectedly, he had never seen Zhao Xiaoyong practice martial arts before, otherwise he would not have fallen into the water three years ago.

Sizhu was stunned at first, staring at Zhao Xiaoyong for a while, then shook his head and looked away. The heart said: "It's you." In the boudoir, the light work is outstanding, and the fame is small. I'll have to report to Mademoiselle right away. Then, Sizhu quietly left the hall and ran over like listening to the rain pavilion.

Zhao Xiaoyong saw that everyone's eyes were focused on him, and at the same time, he also found the words he deliberately "posed" on the stage, and smiled proudly. After that, under all the regretful eyes, Zhao Xiaoyong blew on the plum blossom on the sword and blew the plum petals down.

With the long sword in the sheath, Zhao Xiaoyong arched his hand at Wang Guiyi and quipped: "Didn't disappoint Wang Xiang, right?"

"I can barely hold it, and I didn't let my old man fall asleep. Wang Gui heard the meaning of jokes in Zhao Xiaoyong's tone, and replied.

After Zhao Xiaoyong heard this, his face collapsed. I said in my heart: "My stage design is so good, you always praise me." Isn't it your favorite thing to do when you bring up your juniors? ”

Then, Wang Gui continued: "Why don't you go down, we are about to start a poetry competition." Go down and prepare, or have you given up?"

When Zhao Xiaoxi heard this, his brows stretched a little, and he exhaled a long breath. "Yes, my cousin is not very literate, and he must have spent most of his time thinking about the details of the sword dance. Let's read my poems. Cho Hyo-seok comforted himself.

Cao Peng also sat opposite Zhao Xiaoxi, and when he saw Zhao Xiaoxi's relieved appearance, he guessed what Zhao Xiaoxi was thinking. I said in my heart: "Hmph, just wait." Hyoyoung will surprise you. ”

When Zhao Xiaoyong heard this, he smiled and shook his head. Said: "That's not either, I just happened to feel it." thought of a song of Yongmei, and asked Wang Xiang to give some advice. ”

However, Zhao Xiaoyong still muttered a little in his heart, and he didn't know if this poem should be in the situation, if it was not in the situation, it would be impossible. I only remember Chairman Mao's poem, and I can't think of anything else, forgive a science student, and I can only do this if I don't have a scene.

Wang Gui said with interest: "Then if you have confidence, read it out in front of all the talents." Let everyone check for you and look at your writing. At this time, Zhang Dian also looked at Zhao Xiaoyong curiously, he used to think that Zhao Xiaoyong was an introverted child, but he didn't expect to be so sharp now.

Zhao Xiaoyong coughed and read: "Outside the broken bridge, there is no owner. It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy. has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before. After finishing speaking, Zhao Xiaoyong added: "This is a poem I have done before, I didn't want to take it out, but I want the three adults to know my best level, and I am ugly." ”

After finishing speaking, Zhao Xiaoyong's head looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, no longer looking at the judge. Zhao Xiaoyong was afraid that they would see that he was weak.

As soon as this song came out, the field fell silent again. Most of the talented people took a deep breath and thought to themselves: "Zhao Xiaoyong's words are compared with his own." The gap seems to be a bit big. Then they all began to bow their heads and think bitterly, that is, they can't surpass this poem, at least they have to narrow the gap in the middle.

After Zhao Xiaoyong finished speaking, he was still a little apprehensive in his heart. It may not be the right situation, but I got vaccinated first. "Don't ask me what I want, it's just that I was too affectionate when I was young. Zhao Xiaoyong thought to himself.

When Wang Gui and Zhang Dian heard this, they frowned at the same time. They don't quite believe that this is a word written by the son of the world, the whole word is a plum blossom self-metaphor, Yongmei's misery to vent the depression in the chest, lamenting the frustration of life. This is something that a pampered young master can write. But since Zhao Xiaoyong said it, it was Zhao Xiaoyong who wrote it.

As far as words are concerned, it is undoubtedly excellent. The pen is delicate and profound, and it can be regarded as the swan song in Yongmei.

Shen Hua lowered his head and recited the whole word silently as soon as he listened. Zhao Xiaoyong looked at Shen Hua's appearance and knew that his words should be passed.