Chang'an after the rain.

The ruins of the Jiaofang.

Zisang Yinxue asked the question in her heart: "Why have you been leaving for three months after returning to Chang'an from Jinling?"

"I am a road tycoon. Before leaving, a naive copy told me to tell me to go in the direction where the sun rises, that is, to the east." Gongsun Shilan smiled and said, "I asked all the way, and I realized that Chang'an was in the northwest of Jinling, and I went backwards."

Zisang Yinxue nodded and continued: "The failure of Fairy Liyi to win the championship from Aunt Gongsun by herself has always been my mother's regret, and it is also the regret of every descendant of Liyiwu."

Gongsun Shilianjing asked, "Does Yang Mingyu feel regretful?"

Zisang's face was covered with frost, and he could not see any emotion, and his voice was cold: "Even if she wanted to regret it, in the end, regret was meaningless to her.

"No meaningless regret?" Gongsun Shilan frowned slightly.

"First, Aunt Gongsun left the Jiaofang, and then the rebels captured Chang'an. The early Tang Dynasty Jiaofang, which represents the prosperous era, collapsed into a ruin." Zisang Yinxue said slowly: "Since God wants to make her regrets unable to end, we have to rely on me as a descendant to give her an ending."

"The ending?" Gongsun Shilian smiled softly, "The ancestors had already made the ending for us. The ending is the present, and the ending is what you see now."

"What am I seeing now?" Zisang Yinxue looked at Gongsun Shilian.

"You saw it." Gongsun Shilian's gentle smile suddenly frozen and he held the hilt of the sword tightly.

Zisang Yinxue's face was also suddenly cold, and a circle of invincible aura floated around her, and her clothes were as quiet as water. "Even if things in Chang'an are changing now, what I see in my eyes-"

"There will always be only the prosperous Tang Dynasty."

Gongsun Shilian did not respond anymore, gently waved Jiangmo, leaving behind ripples of rivers and seas in the air, and her elegant and agile posture seemed to be dancing. Jiangmo in her hand seemed to be no longer like a sword, but was as beautiful as a dancer who accompanied the dance, spinning around in the air, with the sword force being extremely slow. In each circle, you can see the white and bright sword edge turning out from the dark shadow, like a spotless snow lotus poking out of the mud.

A colorful sword energy stabbed out of Jiangmo. Zisang Yinxue did not move, and let the sword energy stab directly at him.

Zisang Yinxue was not shaken at all. The sword energy seemed to be swallowed by her, and there was no trace in an instant. Gongsun Shilan did not continue to attack, nor did she show hesitation. As a descendant of the world's No. 1 dance, she was not only familiar with Gongsun Jianwu, but naturally also knew the moves of other famous dances: Zisang Yinxue's move is the most powerful dance among the "Quiet" of Liyiwu, and is called "Don't Move".

It's like a mountain standing.

"Jiang Hai Ningguang just took action." Zisang Yinxuejing said, "It seems you didn't hold back."

Gongsun Shilian lowered her head and looked at the puddles on the ground. The sunset was covered by clouds. "It is said that our ancestors were also called sisters. The descendants of our ancestors came to Chang'an as guests. I must treat each other with great courtesy and welcome them with peerless dances."

"Then why not look at my grand ceremony?" Zisang Yinxue's clothes outside became manic, revealing the two sleeves below, and a white floating light swam uneasily on her sleeves.

The left sleeve is as light as shaggy, as light as nothing, as warm as February. The sleeve is called the poplar flower.

The right sleeve is white, and there is a low chill, and the sleeve is called Baixue.

It was hundreds of years ago that the spring breeze was blowing for the country in the cold and took away the unbearable heat for the prosperous Tang Dynasty that fell in the fire, and that it was also the most indispensable part of the "Liyi" who danced in Liyi.

Liyi has two-sleeved sleeves, white snow.

"If you greet me with a sword, then I will also greet me with a sword." Zisang Yinxue was good at dancing with her sleeves. After several tilts, she rolled up a water curtain from the ground, exuding a dangerous aura, rose into the air, and rushed towards Gongsun Shilan.

Gongsun Shilian threw Jiang Mo lightly. This indefinite move made the snow-white long sword roar a low dragon roar. Jiang Mo Sword, known for its elegance and ranked third in the world, had an inexplicable domineering moment.

An unprecedentedly high, domineering from nothing!

Gongsun Jianwu, Emperor Longxiang!

The long sword connects with the sleeves.

At this moment, the two did not seem to be competing, but were dancing.

Gongsun Shilian's sword is white and fluorescent, and it is still bright under the gradually dim sky.

Zisang drinks snow with a warm sleeve, a warm sleeve, a frost, and a pair of sleeves dancing together like a thin rainbow staggered together.

The sunset is mottled, hanging on the long sword and sleeves.

The shredded sleeves, called Yanghua, were graceful and frivolous, but they were everywhere. However, due to the domineering momentum on the sword, Zisang Yinxue had to control Yanghua to entangle Jiangmo several miles away from the sword. Then he hurriedly swept the cold sleeves and snow. The water curtains carried by the long sleeves were frozen and then turned into white snow. Gongsun Shilian only felt a vastness in front of her, and the frost and snow fell for a long time!

"Is it a sneaker?" Gongsun Shilian gently brushed her left sleeve.

Although Gongsun used swords to dance around the prosperous Tang Dynasty, it was hardly known to the world that as the leader of the sect, she was also peerless in sleeve dance.

The red sleeves spread out like the sunset in the sky, overlapping with the white snow that condensed into the sleeves. The cold sleeves white snow condensed into sharp ice edges at this moment, and its momentum was like a sharp edge, which suddenly split the red sleeves. Gongsun Shilian took advantage of the momentum to break the red sleeves, and at the same time released her right hand holding the sword, and gently tiptoed to the side.

Zisang Yinxue looked at Jiang Mo who was wrapped around her left sleeve and the red cloth left on her right sleeve, but did not show the expression that should be the winner, but was extremely solemn.

Because Gongsun Shilian was not panicked, nor looked at his sword, but looked down at the broken red sleeves, thinking about it. Zisang Yinxue looked at her and quieted down again, as stable as the mountains.

"You must have heard of the beauty of regret." Gongsun Shilian suddenly said.

"Natural." Zisang Yinxue raised his head and continued his speech, with a faint tone: "Incompleteness, regret. Not every thing in the world is the most beautiful when it is perfect. Just like the moon in the sky, you can only see the brightness after experiencing the yin and ignorance."

"Yes. Some things do have different beauty when they are incomplete." Gongsun Shilian gently raised her left sleeve, leaving only half of the red sleeves floating in the wind, "It's like the winter snow melting, and the first clear after the rain, and it's the same."

"The next dance I'm going to play."

I noticed the sudden momentum of Gongsun Shilian and gently brushed the red sleeves. Zisang Yinxue felt a sense of familiarity in her heart, and was shocked, "Are you going to?"

"It was created by Fairy Liyi, and danced with clothes." Gongsun Shilian said softly.

The apricot blossoms were like drizzling, rising down in the broken red sleeves.

"I named this dance Canxia."
Chapter completed!