Songs of the Youth: Ten Years of Seclusion, Asking the Sword in Xueyue City Chapter 13 One Flute, One Playing the Qin, Two Sword Dances, A Peerless Scene at the Hundred Flowers Club
Chapter 13 One Flute, One Playing the Qin, Two Sword Dances, A Peerless Scene at the Hundred Flowers Club
"Well, it was Fourth Master who induced me..."
Just as Lei Wujie was about to shift the blame, he found that Fang Ping had already fled.
Li Hanyi chased after him quickly, with the blessing of his sword, Han came out like a dragon.
She had formed a habit. Once she found out that Lei Wujie was not around, the first person she suspected was Fang Ping.
For more than a month, Li Hanyi came to practice swordsmanship every day and danced with sword light every night. Both sides' swordsmanship improved a lot.
A quarter of an hour later, half of the bamboo forest was covered by the cold air, and half was cut by the sword energy.
Fang Ping opening:
"If Xiao Jie really takes over your three swords, after you go to Thunder Gate, you can take a trip to the Sword Heart Tomb."
"And you?"
"I'll wait for you at Kenshin Tomb."
Li Hanyi tilted his head slightly and asked:
"We should be able to catch the Lei Family Heroes Banquet by then. Are you sure you don't want to go?"
Fang Ping chuckled:
"Forget it, you will definitely have to test the sword with me when you go. Raimon is holding a grand banquet, not a grand competition."
Li Hanyi said nothing and flew away.
...
Not long after, flowers bloomed in the mist and rain pavilion of Xueyue City.
Beautiful men and women from various sects in the world gathered together, enjoying the lanterns and flowers, chatting and laughing happily.
The flower petals fell off at the venue, elegant music arose, the warm fragrance moistened the nose, and all the guests had smiles on their faces.
Sikong Changfeng drank fine wine with Confucian swordsman Xie Xuan, while Fang Ping watched the moon and flowers, waiting for the best opportunity.
"Brother Xie, this year's flower party is the biggest in three years, are you still satisfied?" Sikong Changfeng smiled and took a sip.
The Confucian Sword Immortal waved his fan lightly and sighed:
"The beautiful scenery of Huachen is indeed the most prosperous in the past years, but there are beautiful flowers and beautiful lights, but no one is beautiful.
It’s a pity that this beautiful wine has also lost its taste.”
Sikong Changfeng looked down at the attic:
"There are so many singing and dancing beauties and children from elegant families, but none of them can catch the eye of Brother Xie?"
"The beauty I live in is a little different from the world. It needs appearance, integrity, internal and external proportions, and the combination is beautiful.
Those romantic women who have nothing but skin can at most be called 'charming'."
Sikong Changfeng laughed and said that the scholar’s farts would bend.
Xie Xuan glanced at Fang Ping and raised a glass to invite him:
"The greatest swordsman in the world, Qingmu Sword Immortal, really doesn't want to drink?"
"Senior Confucian Sword Immortal is ridiculously complimentary," Fang Ping handed over his hand, "Fine wine needs to be tasted to be called a good wine. There will be a fireworks show later, Sword Immortal please wait and see."
Xie Xuan smiled:
"How can I talk about nonsense? I entered the realm of Xiaoyao Tian at the age of seventeen. In my first battle in the world, my swordsmanship was better than that of Xue Yue Sword Immortal. He also made many strange sword moves.
If you cannot be called the best swordsman in the world, how can we be worthy of the name of Sword Immortal?"
Saying that, Xie Xuan smiled:
"No wonder that person doesn't call him Xue Yue Sword Immortal. That's it."
The Hundred Flowers Festival continued, and there was a slight commotion in the venue. Tang Lian and Duan Duan's family members were competing in a competition due to friction, and everyone stopped and drank happily.
Suddenly, Lei Wujie jumped into the venue, shouted "Don't hurt my senior brother", and slashed out the moon, sunset and morning flowers with one sword, and the venue was full of flowers.
Sikong Changfeng held his forehead and glanced at Fang Ping:
"It's a good thing you didn't learn Li Hanyi's sword, otherwise you wouldn't have to attend the Hundred Flowers Club in the future."
Fang Ping looked at Lei Wujie on the field:
"He used too much force and the sword was too hard. He was afraid that he would lose control and hurt Duan's family."
"Then why don't you help him?" Sikong Changfeng said, "There was an accident, and Xueyue City was injured."
Fang Ping raised the corners of his mouth slightly and raised his fingers.
"Ding--"
With a crisp cry, Tingyu in Lei Wujie's hand trembled, and 90% of the sword's strength was instantly removed.
Xie Sheng liked:
"Okay, I have suppressed the sword power from losing control and prevented the sea of flowers from swirling."
Then, Ye Ruoyi stepped into the sea of whirling flowers, smiled, and led Lei Wujie to dance with his sword, making the sea of flowers move gracefully.
"Ruoyi Sword Dance," Sikong Changfeng said.
Xie Xuan nodded frequently:
"Good flowers, good dancing, unparalleled style, but it's a pity that the musicians are inferior."
As soon as he finished speaking, a long-lost Ruoyi sword dance song "Shao" played on the flute. The tone was mellow, rich in emotion, and perfectly combined with the dance steps.
Xie Xuan looked startled and stood up quickly to follow the sound:
"Who, there are such disciples in Xueyue City?"
I saw the man wearing a green shirt, with jade-like eyebrows and a charming temperament, playing the flute in his mouth.
"My disciple, Xiao Se," Sikong Changfeng said proudly.
"Okay, this year's Hundred Flowers Festival is not in vain!"
Xie Xuan suddenly became interested, jumped down from the attic, and floated into the orchestra stage:
"Can I borrow the piano?"
The piano player who was playing was shocked, swallowed his saliva and said:
"Please...please."
Xie Xuan smiled and thanked him, then waved his sleeves slightly, holding the qin in his left arm, which was definitely not Confucianism, and playing the qin in his right hand, which shocked everyone.
The moon in the water was so startling that it shook the soul.
Lei Wujie, Xiao Se, and Ye Ruoyi were both startled, but their dance steps and flute sound remained undisturbed.
A flute, a harp, two sword dances, the Hundred Flowers Festival is an unparalleled scene.
When Tang Lian saw this, her heart moved, and she couldn't shake the pride in her heart. She turned over and climbed to the eaves, and recited a poem:
"I want to ride the wind and head north, and the snow falls on the Xuanyuan as big as a mat..."
The guests in the arena all looked fascinated, wanting to add color to the feast, but fearing that their talents were insufficient, they would be embarrassed and lower their level.
Even the applause was restrained, for fear of disturbing the situation.
After a while, the song ends.
Everyone was in high spirits and clapped their hands one after another.
But suddenly, there was an explosion:
"Boom boom——!"
Sikong Changfeng was startled, and subconsciously looked in the direction of Dengtian Pavilion.
I thought another Lei family was coming to blow up the building, but I saw a "fire tadpole" slowly rising into the sky.
"Aoki Xueyue...?"
Confucian Sword Immortal's eyes were like torches, and he saw four characters engraved on the four-foot projectile.
Sikong Changfeng turned his head and found that Fang Ping had disappeared, and he suddenly understood:
"This kid can always come up with something new."
At this time, not only Wuyuxuan, but also the entire Xueyue City people looked up and saw the "fire tadpoles" climbing into the sky.
The next second, the jade shattered into pieces.
"boom--"
The shell of the fireworks exploded, and orange-yellow light tracks filled the night sky, blooming like chrysanthemum threads. Before everyone could jump for joy, a series of explosions sounded again, and the sky was ablaze with purple and red.
At the last moment, the third stage of 'Aoki Snow Moon' exploded, and several flaming flowers bloomed.
The fireworks exploded with a diameter of more than 800 meters, lighting up the entire Xueyue City.
Later, the workers hired by Fang Ping lit cigarette bombs in every corner of the city.
Small fireworks were launched into the sky one after another, providing the afterglow to the Hundred Flowers Festival.
Everyone cheered.
"This is the first time I have seen such a grand fireworks," Xiao Se raised his head and said.
"Yes, it is much more beautiful than the thousands of trees and flowers in our Tang Sect," Tang Lian agreed.
Desolate and speechless.
"It's Qingmu Xueyue from the Fourth City Lord!" Lei Wujie shouted excitedly, "The giant fireworks we made together, hey, are they sparkly and beautiful?"
"Oh? Do you have a share of the credit for such a beautiful thing?"
Lei Wujie slapped his chest fiercely:
"That's natural. Sword Immortal Qingmu and I studied hard for forty days, and we didn't dare to slack off even one day.
For this reason, I did not hesitate to get up early and stay late at night, even go down the mountain without telling my teacher, and even stayed up all night to finally create a masterpiece!"
"Hmph, didn't you promise to stay away from the fireworks of the four city lords?"
Hearing this, Lei Wujie frowned and turned around suspiciously: