Chapter 17 The Yao Qin sinks and rises from the cloud ladder
Countless ladies from aristocratic families fluttered their fragrant sleeves, smiled like flowers, screamed Yuan An's name, and threw fruits and flowers on the table at him.
Xie Qingfeng said happily: "Congratulations to the Bolingyuan family for having another Qilin son."
"It's hard to predict whether it will be a blessing or a curse." Yuan Wan smiled, "But Yuan An is quite popular with women. I think he and Yong Xu are very compatible."
He'er remained silent, the fine velvet on his feathers trembled slightly, and that dazzling and lonely sword light...
With a "ding dong" sound, the strings of the piano suddenly sounded, and the cong-tung notes penetrated the water, as if a sharp sword was shot out of its box, an angry bullfighting, and a thousand clouds rolled up.
Zhi Shouzhen followed the sound of the qin, and Ji Kang, with his hair disheveled, bent down and played quickly. Sometimes the sound of the qin was like a silver bottle bursting with syrup, and an iron cavalry stepping on ice; sometimes it was like a frenzied wave crashing on the shore, and an angry thunder splitting the mountains... Everyone listened to the No. 1 guqin master in the Jin Dynasty.
The impromptu playing made me fascinated, and my blood was boiling. It seemed that the scene of Zhikari Zhen's white robe approaching the waves and a sword criss-crossing appeared in front of me again...
The sound of the piano rises and falls, gradually rises and falls, and then stops suddenly at the highest point. The song has an endless aftertaste, as if it is flowing into the Yangtze River with the long river, and the front is boundless.
The crowd burst into thunderous cheers.
"This is Jiang Yan's second best!" Ji Kang looked up to the sky and shouted, holding up the Yao Qin, "After many years, our human race has finally produced another unparalleled swordsmanship genius!"
"Plop!" The precious Jiaowei Yaoqin was pushed into the river and slowly sank. Ji Kang flicked his robe sleeves, sang generously in his mouth, and walked away without looking back.
"I won't play this piano for others!" Liu Ling laughed, picked up the wine jar, raised her head and drank, the strong wine soaking through the skirt of her robe.
Wang Liangmi saw Wang Dunwu stunned, thinking that he had not yet recovered from his frustration, so he patted him and comforted him: "Brother Dunwu, don't care too much about winning or losing. You'll get used to it if you lose too much."
Wang Dun snorted nonchalantly, thinking to himself that no matter how powerful Yuan An was, he only received a reward from the prince. What is the use of such a one-man enemy? Only the king of a country can be the enemy of ten thousand people!
He clenched his fists and stared at Yi Mo, who was standing high in the strange tree, his pupils flashing with hot wildfire. I can also sit in this seat.
Zhikarizhen returned to the banquet and thanked the prince for the jade xuanji. The ancient treasure was indeed well-deserved. Just holding it in his hand, before adjusting his breath and luck, he immediately felt strands of vitality falling from the sky, rich and long, all the time.
Nourishes the body and purifies the internal organs.
Tu Ke came over and curiously asked if he could borrow it for viewing. Zhi Shou really didn't doubt that he was there, so he handed it over to her to play with. Pan Anren looked at it with jealousy and hatred, and his face was as gloomy as the darkening sky.
"Your sword is still hesitant." Xie Yongxu said suddenly.
Zhi Shou was silent for a while, then said with a wry smile: "When people live in this world, it is inevitable that they will be entangled and look forward and backward."
"Why not kill him?" Xie Yongxu stared at Zhihuizhen quietly, "Zhou Chu cut off the past. The spear spirit actually defeated you. It was only because of the skill that you lost."
Zhi Shouzhen looked at Xie Yongxu's clear and flawless eyes, and his heart was suddenly touched. This woman really cared about his sword, without any utilitarianism.
"After cutting off everything, is it still me?" Zhikari thought seriously and asked.
"How do you know that it's not the original you?" Xie Yongxu answered equally seriously, "This is also what my Taoism means by 'asking for my true heart'."
"Since the original intention is there, why bother to ask for it?"
"Brush away the dust and see the mirror."
"The dust may not be a bright mirror."
The words between the two of them were full of profound discussions on the mysteries of swordsmanship, and everyone at the table was pondering deeply.
Talking humanly! Xie Xuan rolled his eyes. He couldn't stand his cousin's nonsense, and Yuan An was the same. With this free time, he might as well drink and brag freely.
At this time, the sky was getting late, and the dusk was overflowing. Pan Bi picked up the wine cup and glanced at Yuan Jingbo quietly.
Yuan Jingbo understood, coughed slightly, and looked at Chong Xuzi: "My lord, it's getting late."
Chong Xuzi secretly complained that An An, a master of poetry and swordsmanship, had gained so much limelight, but when it was announced that his name was not included in the Taoist sect's pre-recorded quota, wouldn't he be drowned in everyone's spit? Although this list was
All members of the Chongxuan Department made the decision together, but if they want to find someone to take the blame afterwards, it must be him! Not to mention that he had lost the face of the Taoist sect before...
His face was ashen, but he knew he could not refuse. He stood up stiffly and played a series of talismans.
"Boom, boom--" Fireworks and firecrackers went off in unison, resounding through the sky. Thousands of fireworks competed to bloom, competing for beauty. A majestic blue ladder emerged from the feet of Chong Xuzi, rising slowly, passing through the colorful fireworks, and climbing towards the sky. p>
As Chong Xuzi expected, when the Qingyun Ladder reached the height of the crown prince's head, it was suppressed by an invisible force and could no longer extend upward.
Chong Xuzi glanced at Gao Qingyue fearfully, and walked slowly up the Qingyun Staircase with heavy steps. At the highest point of the Qingyun Staircase, the auspicious clouds shimmered, and the ancient seal cloud pattern plaque with the word "Meng Yin" flashed out.
"Boom——" A powerful dusk drum sounded from the void, traveling along both sides of the Qinhuai River and reaching every corner of Jiankang City.
There was a sudden silence on the field. This is the highlight of the Mengyin Festival, which is the highlight of the Mengyin Festival. The Chongxuan Office announces the pre-registered quota of Taoist sects for this year. The so-called "Mengyin" means that mortals who suffer from the lingering shadow of the Taoist sect can be granted the gift of immortality.
The road has been smooth sailing ever since.
The disciples of the aristocratic family were in high spirits, and the officials of the poor family were also attentive. Although they were not in a high status, they had plenty of money and resources. They could invest in the selected disciples of the aristocratic family and become attached to their sect. Even the common people pricked up their ears and were very happy.
, this is a topic they can brag to outsiders after dinner.
Chong Xuzi stood still under the plaque of "Meng Yin", looked around, took out the jade scroll and golden scroll in his arms, opened the mud seal with trembling, and unfolded it slowly.
"As far as I know, Yuan An is probably not on the list." Xie Qingfeng said solemnly.
Yuan Wan's expression was calm: "Yuan An's sharp edge is too exposed, it's better to suppress it."
"So you know it too." Xie Qingfeng looked complicated. With the power of the Bolingyuan clan in the Taishang Shenxiao Sect, Yuan An was a sure winner in the pre-recording. Now that he has failed, in addition to Pan's secret rivalry, Yuan's internal obstruction
That's the main reason.
Yuan Wan snorted and paused the crested crutch in her hand. Of course she was aware of the activities in the clan and could also forcibly stop them. However, Yuan An became the heir apparent of the Hou Mansion and benefited from it. The elder of the Boling Yuan clan
The guys need to be appeased to prevent conflicts from escalating.
This is also the way to balance the control of the family.
"This is so unfair to Yuan An." Xie Qingfeng shook his head. Yuan An was so graceful and unrivaled in swordsmanship that even he couldn't help but fall in love with his talents.
"How can there be a public in this world?"
Xie Qingfeng was silent for a moment and whispered: "You have changed."
"Yes, I have changed." Yuan Wan sighed silently, and a faint twilight came to her eyes.
On the golden lotus, Pan Anren finally couldn't hold himself back, pointed provocatively at Zhikarizhen, and let out a harsh laugh.