"This guy has a sharp tongue and is quite eloquent. But he's only at the first level of the General Realm? An eighth grade beast? His strength is nothing much, it's a pity. "Tu Qian Jun smiled coldly as he shook his head and said to Xue Wuhen who was standing beside him.
"Compared to you, he's obviously worthless. It's just that this brat has some tricks up his sleeves. Wu Hen had secretly suffered some losses from him before." Xue Wuhen smiled slightly. His tone and expression were both respectful, without the slightest flaw.
"Eh! He's only a flea that can jump high, it's nothing much. If you can survive this Battle, you can go to the Divine City and follow me from now on. "Tu Qian Jun was very satisfied with Xue Wuhen's attitude. He looked at the fervent look in his eyes and said indifferently.
"Eh … Thank you, young master!" Hearing Tu Qian Jun's words, Xue Wuhen's eyes emitted a fervent light. He was extremely excited and was about to kneel down to Tu Qian Jun to express his respect and gratitude. Unexpectedly, Tu Qian Jun waved his hand casually. He could only stand up embarrassedly and stood behind Tu Qian Jun even more respectfully.
Looking at Ye Qinghan who was still speaking with fervor and assurance, Xue Wuhen's lips curled into a mocking smile. His body trembled slightly and his fingers turned white from clenching his fists, expressing the excitement and excitement in his heart. He met Tu Qian Jun by chance ten years ago when he was travelling outside. At that time, Tu Qian Jun was still a fifteen or sixteen year old playful child. He often escaped from the Divine City to play. Coincidentally, he discovered Tu Qian Jun's identity, so he started to curry favor with Tu Qian Jun secretly. He often brought him out to play, fawned on him everywhere, and satisfied all of his requests.
Today, he finally received Tu Qian Jun's reward. He finally had the chance to enter the tall Divine Mountain and enter the Divine City. Of course, he was extremely excited. Although he entered as a subordinate, or even a servant, he didn't regret it. On the contrary, he was extremely ecstatic. This was because he had accidentally learned a huge secret from Tu Qian Jun, a secret that could change his fate. Only by entering the Divine City could he reach the heavens in a single bound, change his fate, and obtain a huge opportunity.
…
"The monkey is going to dance!"
Hearing Tu Qian Jun's cold words, Xue Wuhen immediately withdrew his thoughts. He looked at Ye Qinghan who was standing in the middle of the arena. He was extremely curious in his heart. How would Ye Qinghan perform? Could it be that he would bring out his beast and perform a monkey show?
"It's starting!" The young masters stopped their discussions and turned their attention to Ye Qinghan who was standing in the middle of the field. They wanted to see how this arrogant young man would react.
Ye Qinghan walked to the center of the field lazily. After whetting everyone's appetite, he did not make his move immediately. Instead, he suddenly made a special move. His body shook, and he raised his head. His spine suddenly became straight, and he put his hands behind his back. His expression was solemn, and there was a hint of vicissitudes in his life. His eyes gradually became deep, and his eyebrows inadvertently furrowed slightly. It was as if a young warrior had turned into a middle-aged poet in dire straits.
Ugh! Ye Qinghan's instantaneous change in temperament had indeed shocked everyone. His ability to change his expression was too fast. Furthermore, he was acting as if it was really the case.
"Bring the wine!"
Just as everyone was secretly sneering, Ye Qinghan suddenly shouted. He maintained his original posture, but he stretched out his hand and waved it towards Feng Zi's square table.
Feng Zi chuckled and lightly patted a jar of wine on the table with one hand. The wine jar flew steadily towards Ye Qinghan. Not a single drop of wine spilled on the table, nor did it explode.
Ye Qinghan did not turn his head. It was as if he had eyes on his back. Before the wine jar touched his hand, he turned his palm into a claw. He easily grabbed the wine jar, leaned back slightly, and gulped down mouthfuls of wine.
Under the illumination of the moonlight, the colorless wine turned into a lustrous white. At this moment, the lustrous white wine spilled out from the wine jar and flowed down violently like the Milky Way. It flowed into Ye Qinghan's mouth, onto his face, onto his clothes, and onto the lawn. Instantly, the strong fragrance of the wine filled the entire space.
"Haha … good wine. Bring me my sword!"
When the wine jar was almost finished, Ye Qinghan let out a long laugh. With a wave of his hand, he flung the wine jar towards Feng Zi. Then, he pointed at Dugu Jian, who was behind his square table.
Dugu Jian smiled. He picked up his sword with his left hand and slapped the hilt with his right hand. His silver longsword shot out like a bolt of lightning, heading straight for Ye Qinghan's face.
At this moment, Ye Qinghan seemed to be a little drunk. His body swayed slightly, but he continued to look at the sky with narrowed eyes, as if he did not notice the sharp sword shooting straight at him.
His body swayed just enough to let the silver sword slip past his face. Then, he reached out with one hand. His movements seemed slow, but he firmly grasped the hilt of the sword. Then, he took a small step forward and raised the sword above his head. He reached out with his other hand and grasped the scabbard, slowly pulling it open.
Clang!
The gorgeous silver scabbard was pulled out in an instant, revealing the dazzling blade. The sword was three feet long and four fingers wide. Under the moonlight, the cold blade glowed with a cold light. He casually flung the scabbard into the ground, sinking about three inches into the soil. Ye Qinghan reached out with his finger and slowly slid it across the silver blade. His eyes were focused and affectionate, as if he were looking at the woman he loved.
Everyone present quieted down. It was as if Ye Qinghan's series of actions had brought them into a strange scene. In the Fire Dragon Continent, literature and art had never been valued. Therefore, it had never been developed. This was the first time they had seen such a performance. It was novel, exciting, and also a dreamy feeling.
Ye Qinghan paid no attention to everyone's expressions. He only stared intently at the sword that was raised in mid-air. It was as if the sword was the only thing left in his world. After a while, he suddenly moved. He held the sword in his right hand and stabbed it forward. His body quickly followed, and he quickly flicked the sword a few times. Then, his body suddenly stopped, and he suddenly shouted, "Watching the sword by the lantern while drunk …"
After saying that, his body quickly danced again. He danced like a fast sword. His movements were clean and neat, and extremely gorgeous. As he danced, he used a special rhythm to sing:
"Watching the sword by the lantern while drunk. Dreaming of returning to the Horn Camp."
"Eight hundred miles away, the sound of fifty strings flipping over the walls, the soldiers on the battlefield in autumn …"
The sword danced faster and faster. Then, it gradually slowed down. However, it was a blur in everyone's eyes. The seemingly slow sword could only be seen flashes of white light. At this moment, there was a sudden change in the scene. The wind started to blow on the Tranquil Lake Island. The whistling summer wind made everyone's robes flutter. However, everyone was immersed in Ye Qinghan's novel and unique sword dance and blood-boiling poem. They didn't notice anything. However, the few old Sage Realm fellows in the seats of honor seemed to have sensed something. They frowned and looked around …
"The horse moves as fast as lightning. The bow shakes like a thunderbolt."
"Accomplishing the King of War's affairs, winning fame in life and death. What a pity …"
With Ye Qinghan's slow and fast recitation and the flashing sword dance, the wind grew stronger. While no one was paying attention, the concentration of the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi on the Tranquil Lake Island reached a terrifying level … Perhaps after a while, or perhaps after a long time … Ye Qinghan slowly came to a stop. Amidst the crisp sound of the sword, Ye Qinghan held the sword with one hand. He raised his head slightly and closed his eyes as he stood there quietly. Strangely, the sudden gust of wind that blew on the Tranquil Lake Island also disappeared without a trace, as if it had never happened.
The entire place was so silent that even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard. Looking at the young man standing alone in the center of the field, that young and inexperienced face filled with vicissitudes of life, and the majestic melody that no one had heard before echoed in their ears, everyone fell into a deep silence. The sudden gust of wind and the inexplicable strange atmosphere in the field made everyone feel as if they had experienced a fantastic and magical journey. It was as if they had arrived at an ancient battlefield. Everyone had transformed into a warrior, wielding their swords and killing without leaving a trace. Unfortunately, in the end, they were defeated, and the entire army was annihilated. They were left standing alone on the battlefield with their hair gradually turning white …
…
Yue Ji widened her eyes and looked around with a solemn expression. It was as if she was carefully sensing the difference in the surroundings. The few Grand 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. No one knew what he was thinking. Xue Wuhen squinted his eyes slightly. Feng Zi and Hua Hua opened their mouths wide. Long Shuiliu licked his lips. Dugu Jian and the other four were filled with excitement. The young masters' blood was boiling, and their faces were as red as the first tide. Yue Qingcheng's eyes were blurry and rippled with extraordinary splendor.
"Watching the sword by the lamp when drunk, blowing the horn in my dream to link the camp." Everyone felt as if a young man was caressing the sharp sword and falling into a drunken sleep. Then, when they woke up at dawn, they heard the majestic horn sound from all the military camps. The first two lines were filled with emotions and emotions.
"Eight hundred miles away, the sound of fifty bowstrings flipping over the wall, the soldiers on the battlefield in autumn." Everyone felt as if they had arrived at a battlefield where tens of thousands of people were fighting. They saw the mighty military camps with axes and halberds standing upright and pointing to the sky. Flags fluttered and fluttered, and the soldiers' armor shone brightly. Coupled with Ye Qinghan's swift sword that was as fast as the wind, the hot-bloodedness hidden in the depths of everyone's hearts was completely stimulated.
"The horse gallops as fast as lightning, the bow shakes like a thunderbolt. Accomplishing the king's affairs, winning fame in life and in death. "The last part of Ye Qinghan's sword dance was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and the tune was also sometimes high and sometimes low. It made people reminisce about the soldiers' invincible heroic spirit, which was still fresh in people's minds. Before and after death, they left behind the good name of building an immortal country for the nation. The words were filled with patriotism and passion. These two lines meant that the poet saw that he had achieved success and was proud of himself. Thus, he cheered happily. Even the tune was relaxed and majestic, raising the emotions of the lyrics to the highest point.
And the last line, "Pity happened in vain." The tip of the pen suddenly changed, causing the emotions to plummet from the highest point. It expressed the infinite emotion of not being able to fulfill one's ambition. It revealed the sharp opposition between ideals and reality, and expressed the grief and indignation of having the heart to serve the country, but having no way to go. The whole poem was covered with a strong sense of sadness. This line echoed the first line, both describing the feelings of real life. It formed a strong contrast with the dream in the middle, and powerfully expressed the grief and indignation of having the ambition to serve the country.
… …
A brand new sword dance, a tune that no one had heard before, a poem that made people's blood boil, and filled with emotion. The cadence of the recitation matched with the bewitching sword dance. Although there were many parts of the poem that the audience did not understand, and some of the words did not understand the meaning, it did not hinder the audience from appreciating this performance. It did not hinder the shock and baptism in the depths of their souls. They did not know why, but their hearts felt intoxicated, as if they were in a dream.
After a long time.
It was unknown who gave the first applause, but a moment later, the applause was like a surging tide. They had never thought that a man's sword dance could be like this, and that a man could also sing. Moreover, he could sing in such a way that resonated with people's hearts. Tu Qianjun nodded and came back to his senses. Then, he started to clap lightly. Although the light in his eyes was still arrogant, there was also a faint hint of admiration in it.
Yue Ji sighed slightly. Her expression was cautious, and she did not clap. Instead, she pondered for a long time. Suddenly, she stood up and walked in front of Ye Qinghan with quick steps. She bowed respectfully and said respectfully,
"Young Master Han is very talented. Yue Ji has danced for dozens of years, and has also taught for dozens of years. Only today did I realize that I was a frog at the bottom of a well. This old one is ashamed … Yue Ji is willing to take Young Master Han as her teacher, and follow by your side. I hope that Young Master does not dislike me."
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