Sword dance is an ancient dance music, not a single-finger sword dance.

Fans, torches, red flags, bare hands... can also perform.

Although Xu Fo used a sword when facing the enemy, the sword she used was much shorter than Li Zhenli's, and the effect of the dance fan in her hands was also very obvious.

Unlike Li Zhenli who breaks and gets together, the sword intent is erratic.

Xu Fo's fan dance always gives people a peaceful and joyful state of mind, and the whole person is integrated with nature, as if it is rooted in this water pavilion.

If Li Zhenli's sword dance makes the viewer ignore everything outside, then Xu Fo's dance moves lead the viewer into another world.

Qian Yiqun didn't like dances in his previous life, and he would go to the bathroom whenever he had a variety show and dance show. Since his rebirth, he has never seen real dances - Guijiayuan, a place like Qihong Xiaozhu is not something he can afford.

However, now, he seemed to understand the profound meaning of the dance at a glance and listen to the dancers' confidants.

The reason is naturally because Xu Fo and Li Zhenli are both top dancers in the world, with both shape and style. Moreover, he is able to abandon glitz and feel the charm of art calmly.

When Xu Fo's song ended, Qian Yiqun slowly stood up and said, "This dance should only be found in heaven, how many times can you hear it on earth. Xu and everyone is really amazing!"

"This song "Huntuo" by my junior sister is still not as good as General Pei's "The Stage of the Hall of the Palace" by Xu Fo gently wiped away the sweat and said with a humble smile.

"Mama Xu is a loyal and kind person." Qian Yiqun is so much younger than Xu Fo, but he is not frightened when praised. "Mama Li's "General Pei's Full Hall" can inspire Lingyun, which is indeed great. Mama Xu can hold Lingyun in her heart, and it is even higher."

The two were stunned. Unexpectedly, Qian Yiqun was watching dance from the perspective of secret practice. He was really unaware of the elegance and felt regretful about the cow playing the piano.

In Qian Yiqun's view, the fundamental part of the secret practice lies in the four words "cosmosis of heaven and man". The vitality of art does not lie in skills, but in "divine will". If only skills are only craftsmen, at best, and only by being able to perform their own "divine will", that is the best.

The only shortcut to interpreting divine will is the inner spiritual cultivation.

Not only dance, but even calligraphy and painting... all the foundations of the world's skills are here.

Some people learn without a teacher, but they are unaware of this because they have unintentionally confirmed this.

Qian Yiqun was full of confidence at this moment and said loudly: "The young man was arrogant, so he dared to talk about this "Sword and Artifact Huntuo".

Xu Fo and Li Zhenli took a step back, bowed slightly, and said in unison: "Please give me advice."

"I guess there are probably no moves in "Sword Huntuo"." Qian Yiqun said.

The two of them didn't agree with each other, but they believed most of them and thought to themselves: If there were any moves, they would definitely not be lost for so long. No one among the ancestors of all generations died suddenly, so there was no problem of not having time to pass on them.

"The reason why it is lost is because it cannot be passed on." Qian Yiqun said, "Because "Sword Huntuo" is a sword intent, and it is also a sword technique after mastering the sword control technique."

"How do you know?" Li Zhenli asked rather disbelief.

"Because I read the word "Zhishan Taoist," Qian Yiqun said, "and I still remember the story of the Cao Saint Zhang Xu."

There are three great masters in the Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's poems, Pei Min's swords, and Zhang Xu's cursive script.

"When Zhang Xu's skills were not yet perfect, he often went to watch Gongsun's sword dance. Finally, he was moved and achieved the status of the Saint of Cursive Master." Qian Yiqun said, "Zhu Zhishan must have seen your master's grandmother dance sword dance and made great efforts in calligraphy. He compared himself to Zhang Xu and Gongsun's story, and wrote a cursive script "Sword Artillery" to send your master's grandmother to express his gratitude and encourage each other. Do you think it's a slaughter?"

Xu Fo looked at Li Zhenli.

Li Zhenli frowned slightly and said to herself: I heard from the master that the Taoist Zhishan loves the sword dance of his ancestor's mother-in-law the most. After watching it several times, he was reluctant to leave.

"I have read that word since I was a child, why have I never seen any name?" Li Zhenli said unconvincedly.

"Because you have not practiced enough." Qian Yiqun stood up and stood in the middle of the water pavilion, "I can't dance swords, you can just watch it. The focus is on the sword intent rather than the posture."

The two and Yang Ai went back to make a big enough place for Qian Yiqun.

Qian Yiqun was also trying to digest the gains of Guan, so he closed his eyes slightly and passed Zhu Zhishan's "Sword Artillery" in his heart again. Then he pulled out the Xihe sword, threw it into the air, and naturally pinched the trick with both hands.

Before the Xihe sword fell, it was captured by Lingyun and floated steadily in the air.

"Sword Artifacts" was made by Du Fu's disciple Li Shierniang, who was watching Gongsun's uncle's disciple, and it was both about writing about the scenes and recalling them. When Zhu Zhishan copied this poem, the meaning of the writing was all about watching the dance, which made Qian Yiqun reverse the sword intention from the writing.

"There was a beautiful man named Gongsun..."

Qian Yiqun pointed his sword straight up, and the Xihe sword was like a huge pen. He focused and used the sword as a pen, as if he was splashing ink on an invisible piece of rice paper, writing this famous piece of eternal writing one by one. However, in his heart, he seemed to have become Gongsun, Li Shier Niang, and Li Zhenli's ancestor mother-in-law...

"A sword dance moves all directions!"

Qian Yiqun seemed to have returned to the moment he was admitted to the university, and his whole family passed a notice. It was his most brilliant moment, the moment when he studied hard for twelve years, full of pride and pride.

"The viewer is as depressed as the mountains, and the heaven and earth are low for a long time."

This stroke and sword must be used to suppress the whole audience. Qian Yiqun spit out the spiritual aggregate heavily, just like the sudden ink in the book, thick and heavy, lifting lightly and heavy, and the force penetrates the back of the paper.

"There is like Yi shooting nine sunsets, and it is like the emperors flying dragons."

The fire burst out, like Houyi shooting down the nine suns.

The sword shadow is agile, as if the heavenly master is flying by a dragon.

Qian Yi's spirits tightly gathered, and his sword's intent ran around, like silk, like strands, like slippery and swimming, without getting involved in things.

"Here comes like thunder and furious, and stops like the clear light of the river and sea."

When the Xihe Sword returned, a ball of spiritual aggregate suddenly exploded, igniting the sword light, and the blue color intersected with the lake light. The three viewers in the water pavilion all had horror on their faces, as if there was a thunder roaring in their ears.

Qian Yiqun burst and spit out, and the spiritual aggregate rolled eastward like a big river.

The sword light is like a wave, and it cannot disperse.

It's like a colorful practice in the sky, or it's like a neon light hanging on the top, so it's so beautiful.

Li Zhenli's tongue was beating and murmured to herself: "So this is the Ningguang of Jianghai."

Among Du Fu's poems and essays, these four couplets depict Gongsun's outstanding dance skills. The three combinations of poetry, brushwork and sword intent are no different here, so Qian Yi's extras are most immersed in the play.

The poems and essays in the following are filled with resentment, and they are not as good as before. They are taking the path of sorrow and remembrance, which is bound to be inconsistent with the sword intent. However, Zhu Zhishan took the sword intent and abandoned the poetry, which made his mad cursive script not popular among scholars and poets. Some people even think that the pen and poetry are not in line with each other, and they regard it as a fake.

Qian Yiqun followed Zhu Zhishan, but only showed the sword intent, which made the words lighter. His swordsmanship was not comparable to Zhu Zhishan's calligraphy at all. It was hard to sustain only when writing "The female musician's remaining posture reflects the cold sun".

Qian Yiqun collected Lingyun, stood still, and looked back to the inner rays. The sea of ​​Lingyun was only a shallow layer. Just now, this half of the poem actually consumed 80% of his Lingyun. Fortunately, the play was too early and there was no force demonstration.

Xu Fo and Li Zhenli were so crazy that they could only see the flashing sword light in their minds, and Lingyun sent and received it.

Yang Ai had no cultivation, but just watched the fun, but she also felt it was very exciting. Seeing that Qian Yiqun was sweating on her forehead, she wanted to take out a veil to wipe it. When she touched it, she remembered that she had already given it just now, and her face turned red. She remembered that Qian Yiqun gave her her sweat towel that day in the outer village that day... Isn't it equivalent to exchanging sweat towels today?

Which girl is not good at celebrating spring? Today's secret communication is too far away for Yang Ai. On the contrary, this newly-sprung male and female affair made her feel excited.

Qian Yiqun was sitting on the stone bench, not even bothering to wipe his sweat. Until Lingyun recovered to about 100%, he slowly stood up and took two steps to prevent his body from being stiff and cold.

Xu Fo glanced at Li Zhenli, and the two of them stood up together, and they were about to kneel down to salute. Qian Yiqun quickly used the sword and blocked the two of them with the Xihe sword, preventing them from kowtowing.

"This sword intent is not complete, you don't need to thank me." Qian Yiqun sighed with a sigh, "I always feel that there is still a layer of paper covered, but it cannot be broken."

"Young Master," Xu Fo's cry was extremely pious, "I was my uncle who was working on the sword with all my heart and Taoist Zhishan wrote with all my heart, so he could all enter a natural state of freedom. Now, the young master used the meaning of the word to reverse the sword intention, and first stored the word and then stored the sword, which was distracting. It was so refreshing that it was a natural talent."

"You are praising me." Qian Yiqun was at the moment, and there was no trace of pleasure in his heart.

"Mr. Qian," Li Zhenli had to let go of her previous prejudices and said sincerely, "My sisters are not flattering, just because "Sword Huntuo" is the most profound skill of Yiying Tower. It is already amazing that the young master can build such a magnificent sky tower without the previous skill. The little girl has a reluctant request."

——Why do you all like to bring me in a reluctant way?

Qian Yiqun's heart was strange.

"Please learn my sword technique of Yiyinglou Ape!" Li Zhenli finally knelt down this time.

Qian Yiqun quickly held Li Zhenli's shoulders with both hands and thought to himself: It turns out that he was asking me to learn her sword skills. Gao Ren asked me to kowtow before he was willing to teach. She kowtowed me to learn. Tsk tsk, this is really a world of difference!

He thought again: I have to visit the Zhang family at night to save the fox. I am currently lacking a skill to avoid my methods. I am really sleepy and someone will give me a pillow, but I don’t know what the sword technique of the monkey is.

Qian Yiqun was not very convinced of Yiyinglou's methods. On the same day, he was in a stalemate against Li Yan, Liu Zongmin, Xu Fo and a group of girls. Later, the Hongniu appeared, and Yiyinglou almost couldn't hold on. Thinking about it, it was like playing cards at that time, and whoever exposed the ace first lost the first move. Fortunately, Monk Kuchen came to disrupt the situation, otherwise Xu Fo might have been captured and taken to Shanxi as the wife of the village.

"April Sword Technique?" Qian Yiqun asked, "Dare you ask who Yuan Gong is? Yuan Tiangang?" If he was a famous figure in history, then this sword Technique would not be much weaker. Yuan Tiangang was a famous sorcerer in the early Tang Dynasty. He was regarded as a god and was similar to the era of Gongsun Auntie, so he was inevitably missed by Qian Yiqun.

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