At that time, people often said that Yang Mingyu was like water.

Water can be as gentle as a dream, and it is flawless and shaken. It wants to sink into a dream, but also wants to wake up from this dream, unveil the veil, and look directly at the clear eyes.

Water can also be a wave of waves, with a storm of hundreds of miles and thousands of miles, building up a prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Gongsun Shilian heard this from a dancer in Chang'an City when she was very young, but she didn't understand. She just stared at the portrait hanging on the wall, and silently compared it in her heart, what was different from the portrait of the ancestors she hung at home.

And now, she seemed to understand why Yang Mingyu was like water.

However, the water in front of me is a little daunting.

Just like Kunlun, which has been snowed for thousands of years, melted overnight, and the gurgling places were frozen.

"Sure enough." Gongsun Shilian turned to Tang Yunying, "The flowers and moon raised by the Tang Sect are really special."

"This flower moon was once fed with poisonous blood. After the owner of the poisonous blood left, I used two extremely cold poisons, Bing Shuangshu and Leng Ningzi as the nourishing materials." Tang Yunying looked at the flower tattoo on Zisang Yinxue with a cold look. "So, it is not an exaggeration to call this bottle of flower moon dew the world's number one cold poison."

Poisonous blood? Gongsun Shilian's pupils shrank, "Yuxuan?"

The Tang Sect formulated a sect rule thirty years ago, and the disciples of the Tang Sect strictly prohibited the production of sect magical poisons. The so-called sect way is not the common sense way, and in the past thirty years, only one person has violated the taboo rules.

Tang Yuxuan. She refined her blood into poison.

Tang Yunying sneered and refused to answer, still staring at Zisang Yinxue's tattoo extending from her shoulder to her arm, as if she was admiring her masterpiece.

"Bastard!" Gongsun Shilian suddenly held the sword and a dragon roar echoed in the sword weapon building like thunder.

But such an unprecedented vast sword intent was suddenly condensed.

The sword quilt was blocked by Sang Yinxue with a fan.

The next moment, the frozen feather fan in her hand made a crackling sound, and a small piece fell down and fell to the ground and broke into ice slag.

"I seem to understand what you meant just now." Gongsun Shilan looked at Jiang Mo who was once again condensed with a layer of frost and began to mobilize his true energy silently.

"You understand, what do you think?" Zisang Yinxue danced leisurely with a fan, but in an instant, it became a crazy dance.

The beautiful clothes dance with clothes, and the movement and stillness are in harmony. The movement is like the passing water hanging on the river, surging endlessly. It is as quiet as the smoke of beacons has just settled, and the hustle and bustle are quiet. There was a court exiled swordsman in the Tang Dynasty who stepped onto the top of the mountain and saw the surging rivers and the majestic mountains. I couldn't help but think of the beauty in Chang'an whom I had met and spoke loudly.

"The beauty carries her clothes and dances with mountains, rivers and rivers!" Zisang Yinxue and fan down.

Gongsun Shilian opened her beautiful eyes wide. She saw ice chips constantly flying out of the fan. The next moment she saw a world. The body-protecting true energy condensed by the snow in Xihe also surged. Even though she had reached the highest level of internal skills, she could not use the sword that was depressed by the world under such strong oppression. The world was low and she had to lift the sword to get out of the grid.

The harsh sound of the ice fan rubbing against the sword tip came one after another. After dozens of moves back and forth, Gongsun Shilan turned around and retreated to the side.

Tang Ya glanced at the incomplete feather fan, looked at the ice chips everywhere, and took a breath of air conditioning.

Gongsun Shilian frowned slightly, "Peacock cherishes his feathers, and Yang Mingyu, descendants of all generations carefully protected this dress so that they can be passed on to this day. How can you be worthy of the 'carrying clothes' when you lose your feathers like this?"

Zisang Yinxue held a fan and picked up a pool of clear water, which condensed into ice again and filled the vacant feather fan, "If the clothes are torn, you can repair them."

"But the Jiaofang is gone, and the prosperous Tang Dynasty will no longer appear again. What's the point of having that glory?" Gongsun Shilan seemed to have expected what Zisang Yinxue would say next, and asked directly.

Zisang Yinxue was stunned for a moment, then said coldly: "Whether it is, how could you understand?"

She suddenly waved her fan, like a tide under the moon.

Gongsun Shilian's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and she suddenly remembered that Zisang Yinxue had not moved just now.

That is "quiet".

There are two types of "quiet" for Li Yiwu: one is to protect the body, Ru Zisang Yinxue used the "unmoving dust" that was hard to shake last time; the second is to accumulate momentum for the subsequent "movement".

When the war is quiet, the war is calm, and when the birds are terrified, the movement is like a phoenix and birds are frightened.

"This dance is called resurrection."

"The one who rises again, rises again." Zisang Yinxue's body suddenly disappeared, and when she appeared again, she was in front of Gongsun Shilan.

The two women are only one step away.

Gongsun Shilan suddenly felt a faint cold fragrance penetrated her nose, piercing her ache. Her nose, lips and eyelashes were also covered with a thin layer of frost.

Zisang Yinxue fanned down again.

The Frost Water Art assisted by the Flower Moon, the blessing of cold sleeves and white snow complemented by its cold air, and the "movement" momentum accumulated by "quietness".

Make this fan look like falling into an ice cave.

All the feathers on Tang Ya's feathers stood up, and her face seemed to be shaved by a knife. Tang Yunying was watching the duel with a gloomy face in the cold.

But Gongsun Shilian suddenly flashed in her faint eyes for a moment of trance.

Everyone says that Yang Mingyu is water, but what is his ancestor? I have compared Yang Mingyu with his ancestors since I was a child, but what is the difference between the two?

When Gongsun Da Niang took a sword to the Emperor Tower, she danced with her sword, and the sword energy was as bright as the sun.

However, she seemed to have a "bad intention".

It is said that she interrupted the singing and dancing of Shengping at the banquet at that time, broke away 108 instruments in the Ming Palace, turned off 72 lights, and poked a hole in the wine pool, filling the ground, making the extremely luxurious banquet prepared by the emperor of the dynasty with thousands of dollars. This was the crime of beheading, and her move was to awaken the emperor of the dynasty, let him wake up and see the riddled holes hidden under the bright and bright Tang Dynasty.

Unfortunately, the emperor was unable to cure her crime in the end.

"Because her sword dance is really beautiful."

The sword weapon was completely dissipated, and the Xihe River was filled with the Xihe River. Even Yang Mingyu, who was already the veritable number one dancer at the Tang Dynasty, was speechless when she saw this girl and this dance.

It was a cool moonlit night at that time, but the 18-year-old girl in red came with a sword, like a cluster of raging fire. Therefore, not only did her purpose in this trip not achieve, she was also accidentally included by the emperor in the Early Tang Dynasty.

People remembered her on this dark tide night.

However, what made the world remember her was in the night sky where killing sounds coexisted with wailing sounds. Liuying war burned out the heavy snow that had accumulated in Chang'an City for two months.

Outside the Suzaku Gate.

A woman in a snow-white dance dress holding a sword danced in front of the formation.

What happened later was unknown to the world. I only knew that since then, the early Tang Dynasty sect house, which once represented the prosperous Tang Dynasty in Chang'an City, became the former site and was no longer concerned by the world. However, a high-rise building granted by the emperor was rising from the ground.

It is the building under her feet.

On the top floor of the Sword Artillery Building, what is contained in the eyes of that portrait is—

"Fire." Gongsun Shilian said softly in the face of the oncoming ice fan.

The fire can set off a prairie for thousands of miles, burning a prosperous era that will be remembered by future generations.

Zisang Yinxue didn't understand why she was still unmoved, and she didn't understand what she meant, so she just took care of the fan. However, when the fan was about to fall on Gongsun Shilan, she was suddenly blocked by the raised Jiangmo sword. She could not move any longer, but the cold air in the room was clearly not reduced at all.

Until Gongsun Shilian said two words quietly.

"What did you just say?" Zisang Yinxue opened her eyes wide and couldn't help but think of the legend in her mind.

The dark smile on Tang Yunying's face suddenly faded away, leaving only surprise.

Tang Ya looked out the window.

It was clearly July at this time, but in this midsummer, Chang'an City was breeze blowing and spring was blooming.
Chapter completed!