Long Sword and Jun Wu

Chapter 1 Prologue Dance of Fire
Datang Kaiyuan 17 early winter
The Linde Hall of the Daming Palace was brightly lit, and the ministers at home and abroad and foreign envoys gathered together, exchanged cups, and staggered dendrobium chips to celebrate the marriage between the great general Pei Min of the Zuojinwu Guard of the Tang Dynasty and the Khitan Guqing Princess.

There was laughter and speeches at the banquet. It is still unknown what is going on in everyone's heart, but on the surface they are full of festive words, rejoicing and encouraging for this reconciliation and beauty.

But there is only one person who has a different state of mind.His figure is tall and straight, with broad shoulders and chest, indicating that he should be a general.His eyebrows are like looking at the moon from a distant mountain, and he looks upright and unruly in the quiet.

But he lowered his brows and eyes from beginning to end, as if no joy could affect him, someone came to toast him, and it was his lieutenant Guo Ziyi who received the wine for him.

Suddenly, most of the lights in the main hall were extinguished, and the music of silk and bamboo played, the man finally raised his eyebrows, looked at the table in front of him and held his breath.

Everyone took a break from the noisy state of toasting, and looked intently at the long platform in the center of the hall.

The sound of silk and bamboo gradually subsided, and the music of drumming sounded, and a group of men in iron armor poured out of the gate of the temple, some of them were holding fire flags, some were holding silver swords, as if they were about to go into battle to kill the enemy.

Everyone in the audience was in shock, when a woman flew in from the palace gate, she was dressed in a red dance dress, holding a long and a short sword, leaped forward, and landed lightly on the stage.

The two swords in the woman's hands are waving, and the flames complement each other. The golden light shines on her beautiful face, making everyone in the audience seem to forget to breathe.

The drums became more and more urgent, and among the sixteen dancers in armor, eight of them stabbed at the woman in red with their swords outstretched. The woman danced her waist, and her clothes fluttered, and she blocked the attack of the eight long swords with her two swords. .

The eight long sword dancers fell to the ground in a round shape due to the force of the sword, and the crowd in the audience shouted "Okay!"

The cheering didn't stop, but the eight people turned forward again, and together they used their long swords to support the woman's feet and lifted her high.

Just when the audience was worried about her, the woman circled in the air, with her head down, drew a circle with her two swords, and broke through the encirclement of the eight swords.

The crowd cheered in unison again.

The other eight dancers holding fire flags waved and cheered on the outside, while the eight dancers and the woman in the inner circle fought inextricably, swords and swords.

For a while, women are like female generals sweeping thousands of troops on the battlefield, women do not give way to men.

After a while, the posture of the woman dancing the sword is ethereal and tender, matching the toughness of the sixteen armored dancers, one rigid and one soft, combining rigidity and softness.

It's just that no matter how the people on the stage change, the eyes of the man in the audience are always following the woman.

The woman's lotus steps are light and graceful, and she circles gracefully among the sixteen accompanying dancers.

Suddenly, in a flash, the woman suddenly handed the two swords to the fire flag, and the two swords ignited raging flames in an instant.

Waving the flaming swords, the sound of the drums became more and more urgent, and the woman's steps gradually accelerated, with great momentum and strong smoke.

For a moment, the huge Linde Hall was full of murderous aura, and dozens of sword lights were flying in the air, like a never-ending killing field among thousands of mortals.

The red-clothed figures ran all over the field, and everywhere they passed brought a brilliant golden light, which dazzled the audience, and they were so amazed that they couldn't bear to blink.

Pei Min looked at the familiar figure and the sword dancing posture, and slowly clenched his fingers under the table, his knuckles creaking.

Just as everyone was watching the woman wielding the flaming sword, she was intoxicated, and the woman suddenly raised her energy and exerted strength, as if she was about to shoot out the two swords.

The person on the supreme seat raised his eyebrows slightly, and the left and right Qianniuwei immediately dodged in front of him to block any attack.

In an instant, the woman threw the two swords in her hands straight forward, and the two flaming swords, one on the left and one on the right, plunged into the columns on both sides behind Pei Min.

This was caught off guard, and the sound of the drum music also stopped abruptly at this time, making people unclear whether this was an accident or intentional?
The supporting dancers on the field had already knelt down on the ground, and the tens of feet wide hall could be heard for an hour, and only a few gasps could be heard faintly.

Pei Min was as silent as a mountain all the time, his eyes were far away from the woman on the stage.

The firelight from the firefly on the sword was reflected on the man's face, the bright flames were as bright as stars, but his dark eyes were like an abyss and black sea, and there was no hope.

On the other hand, the beautiful woman who was also wearing a big red dress at the next table couldn't calm down. She angrily slapped the table and stood up, and said angrily to the woman on the stage: "Gongsun Ling, you...!"
"Hahaha, it's wonderful! It's really brilliant." The person on the supreme seat spoke at the right time, stood up and applauded, and the left and right Qianniuwei quietly retreated to the two sides.

His Majesty has expressed his position, and everyone in the hall is very knowledgeable about current affairs, they all stood up and applauded, the sound was like thunder, and it was very lively.

Gongsun Ling panted slightly, still staring at the person in the audience, only the two of them were immersed in each other's gaze.

The woman in red at the next table—Khitan Guqing Princess Li Tingmu was still indignant, but because of the Tang Emperor's face, she had no choice but to sit down reluctantly.

After the scene became quieter, Emperor Li Longji asked: "Gongsun Ling, you can always surprise me. Last time it was the dance of the water god. What is it this time? Let me tell you."
Gongsun Ling closed her eyes, took a deep breath to calm her mind, then opened her eyes, smiled lightly, as if she had accepted her fate, turned around and bowed to Li Longji, and replied: "Return to the saint, the nine heavens will open the palace, and the clothes of all nations will be crowned and crowned, and they will fly away." Go straight up to take the fire from the sky, and give the flame sword dance to the heroes.. The name of this sword dance is "General Pei Mantang."
Li Longji looked at Pei Min in the audience, and smiled meaningfully: "Hahaha, you are indeed No. 1 in my troupe garden. The sword dance is as exquisite as Pei Aiqing's swordsmanship. Good, good, come here, there will be a lot of rewards."
"Thank you, saint." Gongsunling bowed again. As for what she was rewarded with, she was completely in the mood to listen. Together with Pei Min, they both recalled that night many years ago. At that time, her name was not Gongsunling, but her surname was Cui.
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