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Five tribulations ago, there was a swordsman named Mr. Jiaxuan. His swordsmanship was mediocre, and he never achieved immortality. However, his attainments in poetry set a high standard for the ages, and he was one of the swordsmen. They will all fall for it.
That day, Jian Ziyu left with his sword, and the words he recited were also composed by him.
After the Sword Immortal’s Western Expedition, Lun Jianxuan’s vitality was seriously injured and he fell from the clouds. He was lifeless and closed his doors in order to protect himself. With his passion, Mr. Jiaxuan ran around and shouted, but there was no response. In the excitement, he forcibly attacked the immortality, and finally died under the catastrophe.
This poem was his masterpiece when he stood in the Diaojian Garden from afar, looking back on the present and recalling the past, feeling sad and resentful.
A lost consciousness, the words are coming to an end.
Chen Longchuan replied in a hoarse voice: “The rise and fall of the ages, the laughter of a hundred years…”
The sword cultivators have almost grown up listening to this Que poem, and chanted it repeatedly. At this time, it is no longer within the scope of the Mingjian Tower. There are hundreds of people and thousands of people inside and outside the building; those who know and those who don’t know; But where the sword chants, there is singing, the inside and outside intersect, the distance and the near overlap each other, there is a tone of sadness and a sound of vastness:
“The rise and fall of the ages, the sorrow and laughter of a hundred years, can be seen in a moment.”
Anyone who knows that period of history can see the unreachable ambition and unreasonable sadness and hatred in the words.
The mountain in the broken boundary is high, the sky is split in the valley, and the white clouds are white. It has been a thousand years, but the sword light that covered the sky and the sun and moved westward has never returned.
A sword garden buries pride, destroys pride, and seals off the fairy tale.
At this point, the talisman lights in ten directions appear one after another, at this point, the demonic shadow of the world comes again, at this point, the sea surges into the illusory world, at this point, the sword on the spiritual guide has been buried for a long time…
Chen Longchuan breathed in slowly, as if he had returned to that late night when the stars were setting and the moon was setting. He and his close friends were blaming the sky and the earth, crying and singing loudly. After being extremely drunk, he pointed at the garden tomb surrounded by mountains and roared. Scold…
He burst out laughing, and under the almost horrified gazes of the monks in the building, he took the emotions of that night from the distant river of time and let them go:
“Where is Dragon Slayer! Where is Haodian! Where is the original way… Where is Qu Wujie!”
The only ones here are those who live in mountains and seas and guard corpses! What we have here is just two useless people holding each other’s hands and crying!
Ha, there’s one more…and one more!
There is another creation, why is it him?
This is the last word in the poem. There were originally three more sentences, which ended with a leisurely and quiet statement that was incompatible with the whole poem, namely “Who is unloading it again, a sail on the beach, tied to a cable to the setting sun?” But today, today , no longer makes sense.
Chen Longchuan turned his sword upside down and stood up with the sword in hand. His tall body stood alone on the floor. He looked at everyone as if they were nothing and slowly returned the sword to its sheath.
The sound of being sheathed is a low-pitched and caressing voice, like the weak moans and unwilling howls of a person who has been ill for a long time.
But when the voice stopped, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled: “In those days of Jiaxuan, do you know what we are today?”
The drums started suddenly and then stopped. On the high platform, the dancer lowered her sleeves, her expression was quiet, her eyes were lowered and she was silent. The song ended.
“Great, great!”
Chen Longchuan smiled while leaning on his sword, and turned to Peng Suo. Just now, it was this man who was the first to raise his arms and shout out those heroic words that stirred people’s hearts.
“Unexpectedly, there are heroes like you on the Juxian Bridge… I am really wrong?”
This already involves some secrets in Lunjianxuan. Naturally, no one dared to respond. Chen Longchuan didn’t want to hear it either. He just smiled faintly and said: “This sword, just treat it as a lucky draw. It’s yours.”
He threw the sword directly towards Peng Suo. This scene shocked everyone present. Peng Suo took the sword at a loss. He was originally a first-class Buxu strongman, but at this time he almost staggered.
Chen Longchuan ignored him, waved his sleeves, and floated away, but his desolate words came from the sky:
“Raise your head to the floating clouds in the northwest, and lean against the sky thousands of miles away with a long sword…”
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After the singing and dancing in the Mingjian Tower, the monks were still in a trance when they came out of the building. Today, they not only watched the alluring dance, but also saw Chen Longchuan, a swordsman. He sang a long song to present swords and passed down his mantle, which was enough to be passed down for a while. The good stories were enough for them to discuss for a while.
After leaving the building, Zhu Baitu said goodbye first. Yu Ci also felt lazy and wanted to return, but was stopped by Ji Yuan, who shouted: “Master Duanmu and Master Jiuyan, we are watching the dance today. Have fun, why go back early?”
Duanmu Senqiu laughed: “Young man, you really put a lot of thought into asking for help. What program have you prepared? Do you want to avoid the shopkeepers?”
“I can’t tell you what kind of program it is, but this thing I’m doing depends entirely on the support of the two of you. Some of the things in it need to be discussed. The Mingjian Tower is still too chaotic, so I have to find a comfortable place.”
As Ji Yuan spoke, he was busy greeting the two of them to get on the bus. Yu Ci didn’t care what Ji Yuan arranged, but Duanmu Senqiu had always wanted to make friends since they met. He wanted to give some face, so he had to get on. car.
Not long after, the car drove to a courtyard on the back street. The courtyard was not big, not far from a prosperous place like Mingjian Tower, but the garden layout was very elegant, with pavilions and flowing water. It was small and exquisite. A good place to find peace in the midst of the hustle and bustle.
Ji Yuan led the two of them to a two-story building in a corner of the courtyard. They sat on the railing and looked down from a high position. Unexpectedly, they saw that in a small courtyard next to them, there were many beauties and fragrant ladies, dressed up and coming and going. She looks familiar. Come to think of it, isn’t she the dancer who danced in the Mingjian Tower before?
Duanmu Senqiu said “Oh”: “Is the residence of Yinan Ban next door?”
At this point, Yu Ci and Duanmu Senqiu have somewhat understood Ji Yuan’s arrangement,
Before he could express his position, people were already arriving at the entrance of the building, and he said with a smile: “The next door is a resting place, and this is a place for entertaining guests. The arrangement is not bad, but Jujiro is not considerate of us daughters. , came in such a hurry that no one even had a chance to dress up.”
This was said in a very rude manner, but Ji Yuan was quite cooperative, laughing and saying:
“Hua Niangzi, everyone is beautiful and natural, how can you use those vulgar things.”
While they were chatting and joking, a beautiful woman walked up with a smile on her face. Yu Ci turned her eyes to that side and laughed silently. Sure enough, she was an old friend of Beihuang.
The long-lost flower lady, with a radiant face and a charming smile, moved lightly and came closer in a moment. She was wearing her usual attire, a light pink large-sleeved shirt with the shape of a hundred birds on it, and a black silk tube top underneath, revealing half of her plump breasts. There was also a venomous snake embroidered on it, which was eager to bite people. There are few decorations on the sideburns, only a green jade stick inserted diagonally.
To say that she is dressed up, it is still a bit casual; to say that she is clever, there is also a layer of luxury. The bright eyes are full of charm, and she is truly the most charming fairy who can confuse people’s hearts.
In comparison, the four women behind Hao, each holding tea and drinks, are really hard to compare in terms of style. However, it is obvious that they did not follow that path.
As Hua Niangzi said, there are no traces of any deliberate makeup on these women. They are just dressed in ordinary home clothes. They wear a thick gauze back that hangs down to the knees, long-sleeved gauze pants, and barely reveal any skin. , with only a light make-up on her face, and after serving tea for the three of them, she sat on both sides of them, her eyes lowered and her expression quiet, she was clearly a woman from a good family who knew etiquette and kept quiet.
The flower lady’s methods are indeed unconventional.
As soon as Yu Ci thought about this, she heard Lady Hua smile and say: “Master Jiuyan, what kind of incense did you get after leaving Huayan City?”