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In the hall, red candles shone brightly like a night without night.
Music was played, drums were played, and accompanied by the long and drawn-out string music, twelve beautiful dancers started to dance. Their waists were graceful, and their figures were exquisite. As their dresses fluttered, they were like twelve fluttering butterflies. Their eyes were filled with beauty, but in the eyes of the crowd, these beautiful dancers were only a foil. They were like stars surrounding the moon, surrounding a peony-like beauty in the center.
The woman in the middle was truly like a bright moon hanging in the sky, causing the surrounding dancers to pale in comparison. She was dressed in a hollowed-out crimson palace dress with golden threads and a pair of satin embroidered shoes. Her glossy black hair was combed into a flying moon bun, with a shiny silver phoenix bead hairpin inserted into it. Although she only had light makeup on, her beautiful oval face, sparkling gem-like eyes, and rosy white skin all exuded a kind of breathtaking beauty that could cause the downfall of a city and country.
The woman's long sleeves danced in the wind, revealing her enchanting figure. Her eyes seemed to be full of tenderness, and her pink lips were lightly pursed in a lazy and charming smile. However, her body emitted an inviolable noble and dignified aura, making people unable to have the slightest bit of profanity. It formed a unique temperament that could be seen from afar but not touched.
At this moment, the music changed from melodious to resounding. Amidst the high-spirited sound, the woman stretched out her jade-like arms and moved with graceful steps. She stepped on the beat and spun her body. Her red dress fluttered in the fragrant wind, like a peony slowly blooming, showing the passion and richness of life. The strings stopped abruptly at the highest point, leaving only the lingering sound. That beautiful and moving figure was imprinted in everyone's heart.
"Good!" After a moment of silence, an exclamation of praise woke up the intoxicated crowd. The person who spoke was the owner of this place. "I have long heard that Incense Master Ji's dancing skills are the best in the world. I have been looking forward to it day and night. I have long wanted to see it, but now that I have seen it, I feel regret. I'm afraid that after today, all the other graceful dances in the world will not be worth looking at."
The owner looked like a young man. Although his appearance was decent, his complexion was dark and gloomy, as if he had been drinking too much. What was even more strange was that he had two white eyebrows that looked like frost and snow, which added to his decadence. On both sides of the hall, there was a gilded copper furnace with cloud patterns. The charcoal in the furnace was burning red. Although it was winter, the hall was as warm as spring. The dancers in the silk gauze had beads of sweat on their noses, but this young master still wrapped his fur coat tightly as if he was afraid of the cold.
"Second Young Master is making fun of me. Yaoyu only has a rough understanding of dance and music. She is far from being a master, let alone being the best in the world. Let's not talk about other things. Let's talk about your family's Seventh Young Lady. She is also famous for her music and dance. Compared to her, Yaoyu is just a firefly. Fortunately, the Seventh Young Lady isn't here today. Otherwise, I absolutely wouldn't dare to make a fool of myself in front of her. "The woman lightly bowed and replied in a soft voice. Her voice was soft but not greasy, and it was as sweet and moving as a song.
The Young Master smiled bitterly, "Fragrant Lord Ji is too modest. My Seventh Sister's reputation … Although she is famous … She is not famous for her singing and dancing. A group of boring people who have seduced her with their beauty only gave her a few high hats to wear. If she believed it was true, then she would be making a fool of herself. "
"Oh, Second Young Master's praise, isn't that the same as blaming Yaoyu? If Yaoyu really causes Second Young Master to be unable to sing and dance in the future, then wouldn't there be one less general among the beauties and one less hero in Qing Luo's tent?" The woman's red sleeves covered the smile on her lips. Her eyes were filled with anger and resentment. Although it was just a teasing remark, in the eyes of others, she looked delicate and pitiful, as if she really couldn't bear this unwarranted crime.
"In that case, I have an idea for Fragrant Lord." The Young Master glanced at the twelve female dancers and said, "These maids of mine have been spoiled by me. All day long, they only know how to slack off and play lazy. Their singing and dancing skills are ordinary. It is rare for them to have such an opportunity. Why don't Fragrant Lord take them to dance a few more songs? If they can learn even a ten thousandth of Fragrant Lord's skills, it will be enough for me to relieve the loneliness of the rest of my life."
The woman giggled and said, "In the end, Second Young Master still doesn't understand Yaoyu's hard work and wants to trick Yaoyu to dance for you. Forget it, forget it. It is rare for Young Master to appreciate me. Today, even if Yaoyu breaks her legs, she will dance until Young Master is satisfied.
When the musicians heard this, they immediately played a new song. The woman was about to dance when a sorrowful cry came from outside the hall, disrupting the rhythm of the music.
"Second Young Master, not good. Second Master and Third Young Master …. They …. They have all died in battle in Sichuan. "Accompanied by the sorrowful cry, an old servant staggered into the hall and knelt on the ground.
As soon as the words came out, all the female dancers and servants in the hall were moved. For a moment, there was an uproar, and some even cried on the spot. Only the Young Master and Ji Yaoyu looked normal, as if they did not hear it.
The Young Master frowned and lightly scolded, "Steward Li, you have been in the Hu family of Qingqiu for fifty years. How can you still be so inconsiderate and disturb my honored guest!"
Steward Li's muddy old eyes were full of disbelief. However, there was a difference in status, so he did not dare to contradict. He stammered, "But … this is a big matter …"
Young Master Hu completely ignored him. He raised his cup to the woman in white and said, "Fragrant Lord Ji, the servants are not sensible and have made Fragrant Lord laugh. I punish myself with this cup. I hope Fragrant Lord can continue."
Ji Yaoyu nodded slightly and turned to the female dancers who were crying and said, "A dancer's state of mind is the state of mind. If the sisters are not in the mood, you can leave first. I can dance this dance alone."
The Young Master also said, "If that is the case, then we can save the musicians. I will accompany Fragrant Lord alone."
As soon as he finished, the Young Master picked up a jar of wine and lined up four bowls on the table. The Young Master opened the clay seal of the wine jar, and the fragrance of the wine filled the air. He poured the wine of different depths into the four bowls. He then raised his chopsticks and knocked them. The bamboo chopsticks flew and landed on the four bowls and one jar. Unexpectedly, the Five Tones of Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zhi, and Yu were played. The music was clear and melodious, like the ringing of bells and drums.
The woman also quickly tied her skirt around her waist, revealing her slender and beautiful legs, and danced with the music. The charm between her brows disappeared, and her willowy eyebrows became sharp, showing a strong heroic spirit. Her long sleeves were used like a whip and a sword, combining strength and softness, forming a beautiful flower.
Ji Yaoyu opened her red lips and sang, "Riding a steed with jade wine, traveling the four seas to find a spiritual phoenix. Assisting the Emperor to settle the eight desolate lands, cozying a beauty by the river … "Her voice was like broken pearls splashing jade, impeccable and full of heroic spirit.
Suddenly, the style of the Young Master's song changed, turning into a melancholic melancholy. The place where the bamboo chopsticks fell was like rain hitting the green steps, indescribably mournful. Ji Yaoyu's sleeves also turned solemn and profound, concealing her deep thoughts. The beautiful flower formed by the sleeves seemed to be unable to withstand the rain and frost. She sang in a low voice, "The autumn wind blows and the fragrances wilt. My ambition is not fulfilled and I perish. Hating the sun and moon for not being able to pass time, I hang my old friends in the sky. " That clear and melodious voice, in the midst of the ethereal, revealed a faint sense of sorrow. Even Steward Li, who was kneeling on the ground, was mesmerized by it. He watched the woman in white dance in a daze, and unknowingly, tears flowed down his old face.
At the end of the song, the sound lingered. Ji Yaoyu slowly turned around and bowed lightly. Second Young Master Hu closed his eyes and reflected on it for a while before sighing and saying, "What I said just now, I'm afraid I'll regret it after seeing Incense Master Ji's dance. Please allow me to take back my words. To be able to watch Incense Master dance, I have no regrets in this life. Just this dance alone is enough for me to drink three big cups of white wine." He then raised his bowl and drank all three bowls of wine on the table in one gulp.
Ji Yaoyu bowed and said, "The matter of singing and dancing is only a small way to entertain people, not worth mentioning. Young Master must have other matters to attend to, I won't disturb you anymore. "After bowing gracefully, she left.
Second Young Master Hu picked up the fourth bowl of wine, but did not drink it. Instead, he played with it in his palm. The swirling wine was like a deep pool, reflecting on the white-browed young master's calm face. He said faintly, "Beauty and beauty are the axes that cut one's character, the best way to wear down a hero's bones. If one can enjoy this life, why not be a boneless person? "
"What a pity!" Second Young Master Hu stood up and poured a full cup of wine on the ground, as if he was offering sacrifices to the souls of the dead far away, or to the absurd years that could not be returned.
"Steward Li," the young master called softly. Steward Li raised his head and looked at the person in front of him. He was tall and had a majestic posture. His two white eyebrows were no longer showing signs of decline, but instead seemed to contain the accumulated wisdom of countless years.
"Help me report that the new twenty-second master of the Hu family of Qingqiu, Hu Li, requests to see the North Dragon King!"
— — —
As the saying goes, "The young do not enter Sichuan, the old do not leave Sichuan." The Country of Heavenly Province was far away from the political center, and it had never been in danger of war for a hundred years. It had beautiful mountains and rivers, and many beauties. The entire Shu County was like a jade pond, calm and tranquil. It was indeed a good place to spend time and recuperate. However, half a month ago, a medium-sized stone was thrown into the tranquil lake, causing a ripple that was still rippling to this day.
Half a month ago, Yang Xuanyan, the official of the Shu County, was imprisoned because of some trivial matters. Unexpectedly, Yang Xuanyan was weak and weak. He only stayed in prison for one night, and before he could be tried, he died, leaving behind a dirty name and a weak orphan daughter.
Although Yang Xuanyan was just a small official, he was from the Hongnong Yang family. His grandfather, Yang Wang, was the pillar of the previous dynasty. Ever since the Han Dynasty, the Hongnong Yang Family had been a prestigious family with four generations and three dukes. Even the emperor of the previous dynasty once clung to the bloodline of the Hongnong Yang family, but did not expect the dynasty to replace the emperor. The emperor's family of the previous dynasty had now died in prison and became a topic of conversation among the common people. How could people not sigh?
If this matter was a small storm, there was another matter that was enough to set off a big storm, but this matter, ordinary people had no way to know.
Also half a month ago, the number one think tank under the North Dragon Sky, one of the three demon masters, the Blue-eyed Fox Hu Bugui, personally sneaked into the Shu County, intending to incite the demons of Shu County to form a Demon Alliance to deal with the Peacock and Gongzi Ling together. However, unexpectedly, the demons of Shu County were all loyal to Gongzi Ling. Although they were forced by the evil power of Hu Bugui, they only pretended to agree. Finally, under the leadership of the new leader of the Demon Alliance, Fatty Gu, they counterattacked and successfully lured out the Blue-eyed Fox Hu Bugui. Gongzi Ling even appeared on the scene and killed the evil fox.
If the follow-up of this matter was considered. Hu Bugui was the minister of the North Dragon Sky. If the North Dragon Sky started a war again because of this, the collision between the two peerless demon kings, the North Dragon and the West Brocade Peacock, would set off a huge wave that could overturn the entire Jianghu. Who knew how many eyes in the dark were watching this coming storm.
The two people who really set off the storm quietly left when no one cared.
"Master, are you really the one who killed He Guqiong?" On the official road, an old Taoist leisurely rode a donkey, and a young man followed closely behind. He did not seem to be out of breath and still had time to ask.
"You are so annoying. Previously, you had to put this title on me. Now that I admit it, are you doubting me?" Naturally, the one on the donkey was Qing Ku, and at this time, he replied discontentedly.
"No, if you are really a master like He Guqiong, even if you can't fly on a sword and take me with you, it shouldn't take much effort for you to carry a bag for me. How can I carry a bag while you ride a donkey and drink wine?"
Qing Ku said leisurely, "Don't complain. I am doing this for your own good. You are about to go to the Lingxiao Sword Principle. The disciples there have been practicing hard since they were young. If you don't polish your muscles and bones, won't you be inferior to them?"
Ying Feiyang said disdainfully, "Practice hard. If you practice hard in the sword, then no matter how much you practice, it will be futile."
Half a month had passed since Hu Bugui's death. After Xie Lingyan and the other two recovered from their injuries, they returned to the Lingxiao Sword Principle in advance to make arrangements. As for Ying Feiyang, he was unable to disobey his master's order, so he set foot on the road to the Lingxiao Sword Principle.
Although he spoke disdainfully, Ying Feiyang did have some yearning for a place like the Lingxiao Sword Principle where sword learning flourished. It was just that he was not mentally prepared at all and left his homeland in a hurry, so he could not help but feel a little sad.
Just as he was feeling sad, the sound of carriages and horses came from the official road, and a convoy drove out. However, everyone was wearing mournful mournful clothes and wearing plain clothes, and they were in low spirits.
"Hmm, is it the Yang family's convoy?" Ying Feiyang saw a few familiar faces in the convoy. His heart moved, and he looked around the convoy, trying to find the unforgettable beautiful figure.
Qing Ku did not care about Ying Feiyang's actions, but when he heard about the Yang family's decline, he could not help but sigh, "In the past, they were heroic and glorious, but now they are in dire straits. It has only been half a month, and the scenery has changed. The world is unpredictable, and it really makes one sigh."
When he turned his head, he saw Ying Feiyang's eyes wandering in the convoy. He could not help but feel angry, and patted his head, "What are you looking at? Let's go! "
The people outside the carriage were looking inside, and the people inside the carriage were also looking outside. Two pleasant but slightly low female voices were conversing.
The gentle and mature female voice snorted, "They are just two Taoists, what's there to see?"
The clear and young female voice said, "Eighth sister, those two people are the immortals who came to our house to eliminate the demon."
"Hmph, what immortals, saying something about catching ghosts and subduing demons, but father still … didn't he go? Didn't they still go? Bah, they're just some scammers! "
"But father's death has nothing to do with them."
"Alright, you are always so naive. Now that father has passed away, our family has moved north to seek refuge with Third Uncle. When we arrive at Third Uncle's house in Luoyang, you have to be more careful. Although Third Uncle is kind, we are still living under someone else's roof. It is not like being in our own house. You have to be careful when you speak and do things, and you have to be careful when dealing with people."
"Sigh, our own house? We don't have a home anymore. If we can rest, then it is a home. "The slightly young female voice sighed softly, with a sense of vicissitudes beyond her age.
"It is good that you know, and it will save me from worrying. It is cold and windy, so it is better to put down the curtains — — Little sister Yuhuan."
The thick curtains were put down, blocking the limpid eyes. The convoy gradually moved further and further away, toward the mountain pass in the north.
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