Chapter 75

"People are very sharp-tongued and eloquent, but they are only at the first rank of generals? Eighth-rank war beasts? The strength is not very good, which is a pity." Tu Qianjun smiled coldly, shook his head slightly, and said to Xue Wuhen next to him.

"Compared to the young master, he is of course worthless, but this kid still has some tricks. Wuhen once suffered a little under his hands secretly." Xue Wuhen smiled slightly, showing respect in both tone and expression, without any faults.

"Eh! It's just a flea jumping high, it's nothing. If you're still alive after this battle, you can go to Shencheng and follow me in the future." Tu Qianjun was very satisfied with Xue Wuhen's attitude, looking at the heat in his eyes, he said lightly.

"Uh... Mr. Xie!" Hearing Tu Qianjun's words, Xue Wuhen's eyes glowed scorchingly, and she was so excited that she was about to kneel down to Tu Qianjun to express his respect and gratitude, but unexpectedly found that Tu Qianjun waved his hand casually, so she had to stand up embarrassingly, and stood behind Tu Qianjun more respectfully. [

Looking at Ye Qinghan in the distant field who was still talking, Xue Wuhen's mouth showed a slight mockery. The slightly trembling body and the pinched white fingers expressed the excitement and excitement in his heart. He met Tu Qianjun by chance ten years ago when he was traveling abroad. At that time, Tu Qianjun was still a fun-loving child of fifteen or sixteen years old. I often take him out to play, please him everywhere, and satisfy all his demands.

Today, he finally got the reward from Tu Qianjun, and finally had the opportunity to walk into that high holy mountain and into that holy city. Of course, he was very excited from the bottom of his heart. Although he entered as a subordinate, or even a servant. But he didn't regret it, on the contrary, he was extremely ecstatic, because he accidentally learned a big secret from Tu Qianjun, a secret that could change its fate. And only after entering the city of God, can he reach the sky in one step, change his destiny, and get a great opportunity.

"The monkey is going to dance!"

Hearing Tu Qianjun's cold words, Xue Wuhen quickly withdrew his thoughts, looked at Ye Qinghan standing in the field, and was very curious in his heart, what would Ye Qinghan do, could it be that he brought out his war beast and performed a monkey show?

"It's about to start!" The young masters also stopped discussing and turned their eyes to Ye Qinghan in the field, wanting to see how this raving boy would behave.

Ye Qinghan walked lazily to the arena, and after whetting everyone's appetite, he didn't start to act immediately. Instead, he suddenly made a special move. He shook his body, raised his head, his spine suddenly became straight, his hands were behind him, his expression was serious and slightly vicissitudes, his eyes gradually became deeper, his brows were slightly frowned inadvertently, as if a young warrior had turned into a downcast middle-aged poet.

Forehead! Ye Qinghan's sudden change of temperament really stunned everyone. This face-changing effort is too fast, and it really seems like that's the case.

"Here comes the wine!"

Just when everyone snorted in secret, Ye Qinghan suddenly shouted, and he still kept his original posture, just stretched out one hand and shook the square table facing Fengzi.

Feng Zi chuckled, and lightly patted a jug of wine on the table with one hand, the wine jug flew straight and steadily, without spilling a drop or bursting in the middle.

Ye Qinghan didn't look back, as if he opened his eyes behind his back, before the wine jar was about to touch his hand, he turned his palm into a claw. He easily grabbed the wine jar, then leaned back slightly, and drank the wine in big gulps.

Under the moonlight, the colorless wine turned into a bright white, and at this moment, the white wine spilled from the wine jar, surging down, like a rolling galaxy, flowing into Ye Qinghan's mouth, splashing on his face, falling on his clothes, dripping on the lawn, and the strong aroma of wine immediately filled the whole space.

"Haha...good wine, come with the sword!"

The jar of wine was almost exhausted, Ye Qinghan let out a long laugh, and with a wave of his hand, threw the jar of wine towards Feng Zi. Then he stretched out his hand and pointed at the Dugu sword behind his square table.

Dugu Jian smiled slightly, picked up the sword on his body with his left hand, and slapped the hilt violently with his right hand, his long silver sword shot straight out like lightning, directly hitting Ye Qinghan's face.

At this time, Ye Qinghan seemed a little drunk, his body swayed slightly, and he still squinted his eyes and looked at the sky, as if he didn't notice the sharp sword coming straight at all.

With a proper sway of his body, the silver sword narrowly slipped past the front door, and then he stretched out a hand, seemingly slowly, but firmly grasped the hilt of the sword, and then he took a slight step forward, raised the sword above his head, stretched out the other hand to hold the scabbard, and slowly pulled it away.

Clang!

The gorgeous silver scabbard was pulled off in an instant, revealing the dazzling blade. The sword is three feet long and four fingers wide. Under the reflection of the moonlight, the cold sword body glows coldly. He flicked the scabbard casually, and the scabbard plunged into the ground, three points into the ground. Ye Qinghan stretched out his fingers, and slowly slid across the silver sword body, his eyes were focused and affectionate, as if he was looking at the woman he loved. [

The people in the field fell silent, as if they were brought into a strange scene by Ye Qinghan's series of actions. Above the military power of the Yanlong Continent, literature and art have always been ignored, so they have not been very developed. Seeing such a performance for the first time, I felt a little novel, a little excited, and also a little dreamlike.

Ye Qinghan didn't pay attention to everyone's expressions at all, but stared deeply at the sword held in mid-air, as if there was only that sword left in his world. After a while, he suddenly moved, holding the sword in his right hand and stabbing forward obliquely, his body followed quickly, quickly picked up a few sword flowers, and then he stopped suddenly, and suddenly shouted: "Looking at the sword while drunk..."

After speaking, the body danced quickly again, dancing like a galloping fast sword, the movements were crisp and neat, and extremely gorgeous, while dancing, he sang in a special rhythm: "Looking at the sword with the lamp on while drunk, dreaming back to the company of blowing horns."

"Eight hundred miles of fire under the command, the sound of fifty strings turning over the fortress, autumn soldiers on the battlefield..."

The sword danced faster and faster, and then slowly slowed down, but it was a blur in everyone's eyes. The seemingly slow sword only saw streaks of white light shining continuously. But at this moment, there was a sudden change in the venue, Jinghu Island actually started to pick up wind at this time, and the howling summer wind made everyone's clothes flutter. It's just that everyone was silent in Ye Qinghan's novel and special sword dance and passionate poems, and didn't pay attention at all. It's just that the old guys in the Saint Realm above seemed to have noticed something, their brows were collectively frowned, and they looked around...

"The horse made by Lu is fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt."

"It's a pity that it happened for nothing..."

With Ye Qinghan's slow and fast singing, and the white light shining sword dance, the wind is getting stronger and stronger, and when no one is paying attention, the concentration of heaven and earth aura on Jinghu Island has reached a terrifying level... Maybe it took a while, or a long time. Ye Qinghan stopped slowly, and amidst the crisp sound of the sword, Ye Qinghan held the sword with one hand, raised his head slightly, closed his eyes, and stood there quietly, and strangely, the gust of wind that suddenly blew away from Jinghu Island also disappeared without a trace, as if it had never blown.

The audience was silent, and the sound of a needle falling could be heard. Looking at the young man standing alone in the middle of the arena, with a face that was obviously a bit young, but full of vicissitudes, the ever-swallowing tune that had never been heard echoed in his ears, and everyone fell into a deep silence. The inexplicable sudden gust of wind in the arena, as well as the inexplicably strange atmosphere in the arena, made everyone experience a fantastic and miraculous journey, as if they had come to an ancient battlefield, everyone turned into a warrior, killing people with a sword, leaving no trace at ten steps, but unfortunately, the most serious defeat in the end, the entire army was wiped out, leaving only myself standing alone in the battlefield, with white hair gradually white...

Yue Ji opened her eyes wide, looked left and right, with a serious expression, as if she was carefully feeling the difference around her. Several Supreme Elders looked at each other, and saw a trace of surprise and shock in each other's eyes.

Tu Qianjun stared blankly at the sky, wondering what he was thinking. Xue Wuhen narrowed his eyes slightly, Fengzi and Huacao opened their mouths wide, Longshuiliu licked their lower mouths, Dugujian and the other five were all excited, the young masters were full of blood and blushed like menarche. Yue Qingcheng's eyes were blurred and colorful.

"Looking at the sword while drunk, blowing the horn in the dream" Everyone felt that a young man was stroking the sharp sword, and fell asleep drunk, and then woke up in the dream when he woke up at dawn and heard the sound of majestic horns from various military camps one after another. The first two sentences are blended with scenes, and I am deeply moved.

"Eight hundred miles under the command of the fire, the sound of fifty strings turning outside the fortress, and the autumn soldiers on the battlefield." Everyone seemed to have come to the battlefield where tens of thousands of people were fighting. Coupled with Ye Qinghan's fast sword galloping like the wind, it completely stimulated the blood hidden in the depths of everyone's hearts for a while.

"The horse made by Lu Fei is fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt. It ends the affairs of the king and wins the fame of life and death." In the following part, Ye Qinghan's sword dance is fast and slow, and the tune is also sung high and low. It makes people feel the heroic spirit of the soldiers who are invincible and invincible, as vivid as they are now. They have left the reputation of building an immortal country of meritorious service for the nation during their lifetime and after death, and the lines are filled with patriotic passion. These two sentences mean that the poet sees the success and is full of ambition, so he cheers happily. Even the tone is relaxed and majestic, which makes the emotion of the tone rise to the highest point.

And the last sentence "It happened in vain." The sharp turn of the pen made the feelings plummet from the highest point, expressing the infinite emotion that ambition cannot be rewarded, revealing the sharp opposition between ideal and reality, expressing the heart of serving the country and the grief and indignation of having no way out, which makes the whole word cast a strong color of sadness. This sentence echoes the first sentence, both describing the feelings of real life, in sharp contrast with the dream in the middle, and powerfully expressing the grief and indignation of serving the country and failing to fulfill one's ambition.

Brand-new sword dance, tunes that have never been heard before, passionate and deeply emotional poems, cadenced recitations combined with the enchanting sword dance. Although there are many places in the poem that people don't understand very well, and some words don't understand its meaning, but it doesn't hinder everyone's appreciation of the performance, and it doesn't hinder the shock and baptism in the depths of their souls.

After a long time.

I don't know who gave the first applause, and after a while, the applause continued like a tide. They never thought that men's sword dance can also be danced like this, and men can also sing, and they can sing so soul-stirringly and resonate. Tu Qianjun nodded, came back to his senses, and then gently slapped his hands. Although the light in his eyes was still arrogant, there was also a slight appreciation in it.

Yueji sighed slightly, her face was serious, she didn't applaud, but thought for a long time, she suddenly stood up, walked to Ye Qinghan, bowed respectfully, and said respectfully: "Mr. Han is talented, Yueji has danced and taught dance for decades, and today I realize that she is a frog at the bottom of the well. I am ashamed... Yueji would like to worship Mr. Han as her teacher and follow her left and right. I hope you don't dislike him."