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"People are very sharp and eloquent, eloquence is very good, just a military situation? Eight products beasts? Strength is not very good, a little pity." Tu Qianjun smiled, shook his head slightly, facing the side The snow said no trace.

"Compared with the son, he certainly is worthless, but this kid still has some means, no trace has been secretly eaten under his hand." Snow smiles without a trace, regardless of tone and look are respectful, not the slightest picky.

"Amount! It's just a flea that jumps high. It's nothing. If you can still live after the battle, you will go to the city of God, and then follow me." Tu Qianjun is very satisfied with the snow-free attitude. Looking at the heat in his eyes, said faintly.

"Amount...Xie Gongzi!" Hearing the words of Tu Qianjun, there was a burning glow in the eyes of the snow. He was excited. He was going to kneel down and express his respect and gratitude. However, he found that Tu Qianjun waved his hand at random. I had to stand up and stand more respectfully behind Tu Qianjun.

Looking at the night in the distance, the coldness of the night is still lingering, and the snow has no trace of mouth faint taunting. The slightly trembling body, and the pinched white fingers, express his inner excitement and excitement. Tu Qianjun was a chance member who had traveled on a trip ten years ago. It was Tu Qianjun who was a fifteen-six-year-old child who often played and fled the city to play. He happened to be the identity of Tu Qianjun, so he began to secretly Please Tu Tu Qianjun. I often go out to play with him, please to please him everywhere, to meet him so he has to ask.

Today, I finally got the return of Tu Qianjun. Finally, I had the opportunity to walk into the high mountain of God and walk into the city of God. His heart was of course excited. Although it is a servant, it can even be said to be a slave. But he did not regret it, but was extremely ecstatic, because he accidentally learned a secret from Tian Qianjun, a secret that can change its fate. Only when he entered the city of God, he was able to step into the sky, change his destiny, and get a chance.

"The monkey is going to dance!"

Hearing the cold words of Tu Qianjun, Xue quickly recovered his mind and looked at the night in the field. His heart was also very curious. What would be the performance of the night light cold? play?

"Begin to start!" The sons also stopped talking and turned their attention to the night in the field, and wanted to see what the performance of this mad boy would have.

The night was light and cold, and I walked into the field and hanged everyone's appetite, but did not immediately start to act. Instead, he suddenly made a special move. He shook his body and raised his head. The spine suddenly became straight, his hands were attached, his face was solemn and slightly vicissitudes, his eyes gradually became deep, and his eyebrows were inadvertently There was a slight rise, and a young warrior turned into a lonely middle-aged poet.

amount! The temperament of the night's light and cold moments is indeed a glimpse of everyone. It’s too fast to change your face, and it’s really like that.

"The wine is coming!"

Just when everyone sneered in the darkness, the night light suddenly screamed, and the man remained in his original position, just stretching one hand and shaking it against the square table.

The wind was purple and smiled. One hand gently patted the altar on the table. The jar of wine flew straight and steadily. There was no drop in the middle, and there was no burst.

The night was cold and did not look back. It seemed that he had his eyes open behind him, and before the jar was about to touch his hand, he turned his palms into claws. Grab the jar of wine easily, then lean back and lean forward, drinking from the mouth.

In the light of the moonlight, the colorless wine turned into a white color, and at this time the white wine dripped from the jar, rushing down, like a galaxy, flowing into the mouth of the night, sprinkling On his face, it fell on his clothes and dripped on the lawn, and the strong fragrance filled the space.

"Haha... good wine, sword!"

Almost all the wine was drunk, and the night was light and cold, and I waved and shook the jar. Then he reached out and pointed to the solitary sword behind his square table.

The solitary sword smiled slightly, and the left hand picked up the sword on the body. The right hand violently shot at the hilt, and his silver long sword would shine out like a lightning bolt, directly facing the cold night door.

At this time, the night lightness seemed to be slightly drunk, and the body was slightly shaken, still squinting at the sky, as if no direct sword was found.

The body just happened to make the silver sword slid through the front door, and then he extended a hand, seemingly slow movement, but firmly grasped the hilt, and then he took a step forward. Lift the sword over the head, extend the other hand and hold the scabbard, and slowly pull it open.

Hey!

The silver ornate scabbard was immediately unplugged, revealing the brilliance of the blade. The sword is three feet long and four fingers wide. The cold sword body is under the moonlight, with a cold and cold light. The scabbard is smashed, and the scabbard is inserted into the ground and into the ground. The night is light and cold, sticking out his fingers, slowly sliding over the silver blade, his eyes focused and affectionate, seemingly looking at the beloved woman.

The crowd in the field, quiet down, seems to have been brought into a strange scene by a series of actions in the night. Above the mainland of Wulong, the literary and artistic aspects have not been valued, so it has not been developed much. The first time I saw such a performance, some novelty, some excitement, and some dreamlike feelings.

The night was light and cold, but I paid attention to everyone's expression. I just watched the sword in the air, and it seemed that there was only one sword left in his world. After a while, he suddenly moved. The right hand held the sword obliquely forward and stabbed forward. The body quickly caught up and quickly picked up a few sword flowers. Then the body suddenly stopped and shouted: "Drunk and look at the lights." sword……"

After talking about the body, he danced quickly and danced. It was a fast-swording sword. The movements were crisp and neat, and the dance was very sing. While singing, he sang with a special rhythm: "Drunk in the light to see the sword, dream back to the corner ""

"The eight hundred miles are divided into squats, the fifty strings are turned over, and the sand field is in the autumn..."

The sword is dancing faster and faster, but then slowly slows down, but in the eyes of everyone is blurred. The seemingly slow sword just saw a white light shining. At this time, the scene suddenly changed inadvertently, and Jinghu Island began to wind up at this time, and the summer wind that screamed blew the robes of everyone. It’s just that everyone is silent in the night’s whimsical special sword dance and **** poems, without any attention. It’s just the old guys in the first saint’s world who seem to be aware of what’s going on, the brows wrinkled and looked around...

"The horse is made of Lu Fei, and the bow is like a string."

"There was a military king who won the world and won the name of his life. Poor white happened..."

With the sing of the night when the light is cold, and the sword dance of white light, the wind is getting bigger and bigger, and just in the absence of attention, the concentration of the aura of Jinghu Island has reached a terrible level... ...maybe after a while, or for a long time. The night light cold stopped slowly. In a crisp sword, the night was cold with one hand and the sword, slightly tilting his head, closing his eyes, standing there quietly, and very strange things, Jinghu Island The gust of wind that suddenly blew away suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if it had never been blown up.

The audience was silent, the sound of the needle was audible, and the boy standing in the field stood in the same room. The boy was bright and blue, but his face was full of vicissitudes. The ear echoed the untouched tune of the mountain, everyone. Deeply silent into it. The blast that suddenly came in inexplicably, and the strange atmosphere in the field, made everyone experience a fantastic and magical journey. It seems that they came to the ancient battlefield, and everyone turned into a Warriors, swords and murders, ten steps without leaving marks, only regret, the last most defeated, the whole army was annihilated, leaving only his own lonely standing in the battlefield, a blue silk gradually white...

Yue Ji’s eyes widened, and he looked around and looked serious. He seemed to feel the difference around him. Several elders looked at each other and saw a trace of surprise and shock from the other’s eyes.

Tu Qianjun looked at the sky and wondered what he was thinking. There was no trace of snow, and the purple purple and flowers opened his mouth. The dragon water slammed his mouth, and the five solitary swords were full of excitement. The sons were **** and blushing like menarche. The moon in the city is blurred and colorful.

"Drunk in the light to see the sword, the dream blows the corner and the camp." Everyone feels a young and caressed sword, sleeps with drunkenness, and then wakes up in the dream when he hears the sound of the horns of the various military camps. The first two scenes blended together and I was so emotional.

"Eight hundred miles, the squatting, the fifty-string slamming, the sand field, the autumn soldiers." Everyone seems to have come to the battlefield of thousands of people to fight, seeing the military camp in the mighty mountains, the axe stands against the sky, pointing to the sky; , creaking; the soldiers' armor shines, one by one. Coupled with the night's light and cold, a fast-swording sword, the time to hide the blood of the soul hidden in the hearts of all people.

"Ma Fei's Lu Fei is fast, and the bow is like a string. Then the king is in the world, winning the name of his life." After a night, the light sword dances slowly and slowly, and the tune is also high and low. People feel that the soldiers are in the air, and they are invincible heroic spirits. They are as vivid as they are at present. These two sentences mean that the lyrics are successful and smug, and they make a pleasant cheer. Even the tone is easy and majestic, so that the feelings of the lyrics rise to the highest point.

The last sentence, "Poor white happens." The sharp front of the pen makes the feelings fall from the highest point, and the infinite emotion of spurting the ambition is unmistakable. It reveals the sharp opposition between ideals and reality, and expresses the heart and soul of the country. The sorrow and anger caused the whole word to be filled with a rich and sad color. This sentence echoes the first sentence. It is a feeling of real life, which is in sharp contrast with the middle of the dream. It strongly demonstrates the grief and indignation of the ambitions of the country.

The new sword dance, the tunes that have never been heard, the **** and fascinating poems, the swaying recital with the demon sword dance. Although there are many places in the poetry that are not very clear, some words do not understand his meaning, but they do not hinder the appreciation of the performances of the people. They do not hinder the shock and baptism in the depths of their souls. They feel that they do not know why, they feel in their hearts. If you are crazy, you are like a dream.

After a long time.

I don't know who rang the first applause. After a while, the applause sounded like a flood of water. They never thought that the sword dance of a man can dance like this. Men can also sing songs, and they can sing so shockingly and resonate. Tu Qianjun nodded and returned, with a light slap. Although the light in the eyes is still arrogant, but there is a slight appreciation in the vagueness.

Yue Ji sighed slightly, his face was cautious, without applause, but he pondered for a long time, suddenly stood up, and walked quickly to the front of the night, bowed and bowed with respect, and respectfully said: "Han Gongzi is high, Yue Ji danced for decades and danced for decades. Today, I know that it is a frog at the bottom of the well. I am old and sorrowful... Yue Ji is willing to worship the cold son as a teacher, follow the left and right, and hope that the son will not be disgusted."

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