Thunderbolt of the End of the World

The blade is sharp, and the sword is closed without a trace

Fallen Ying Hong Xu, farewell to the sky for ten miles

The egret walks slowly, and the rivers and lakes go from here

Lifting the sand into the sea, watching the surging ruins of Yanyun

Stars on the bow, beacon fires slashed to the ground under the gun

The heart is as calm as the lake, wipe the cold front and add more kills.

With this body, I will bring peace to the world

Splashing ink without green branches, peeking through life and old age with one leaf

Ten years, one night, drunk very few and suddenly climbed high

There are no traces in the mountains, and the long sword captures the shadows for me

……

All the thieves here, dare not call me by my old name

The rivers and lakes are near, if I walk this way, I can pretend to be happy alone

Half-breath to decide life and death, get a world hero

The sharp blade is closed, the whistle is whistled, and the snow leaves the trail of the horse's hoof disappear..."

Completely unfamiliar, the unrestrained and straightforward lyrics, and the heroic and leisurely melody are refreshing, and the infectious power generated by the sound of the piano and the singing permeates everyone's mind in an all-round way. A sense of heroic and unrestrainedness arises spontaneously.

Nongyu looked at the slightly baby fat Tien Shoutian without blinking, and felt the mood conveyed by the sound of the piano and the song with his heart. In his mind, the appearance of Tien Shoutian who was indifferent to fame and fortune and defeated the enemy in a chic manner could not help but appear in his mind.

Zhang Liang, Wei Zhuang, Zi Nu and others also have different feelings and ideas.

Music is the bridge of the soul. Even people who don't understand the lyrics can intuitively feel the turbulent melody, and the heart is surging.

"Crack. Crack. Crack..."

After he finished playing the song "Tian Tien Shu Tian", Han Fei clapped his palms and praised: "I can't believe that Dao Chang's piano skills are so good."

Tired Shoutian put his hands up and got up with a smile: "It's just a leisurely art, sing to wine, life is geometric, life is short, and you should be free and unrestrained."

Zhang Liang bowed to Tien Shoutian: "Singing about wine, life is geometric, and the Taoist master's mouth is full of chapters, and Liang deeply admires it!"

"It's just what the predecessors said!" Kuan Shoutian said bluntly.

Nongyu bowed and said, "Dare to ask Chang what is the name of this song?"

As Qin Ji, Nongyu is curious about novel songs.

Tired Shoutian replied: "This song is called "You Ya"."

""Youth"?"

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At the end of the song, the people are scattered, and the moon is like frost.

Han Fei, who returned to the mansion, sat alone at the desk with a long wooden box 1.9 on the desk. Han Fei's eyes were no longer half drunk. He gently opened the box and a black long sword full of cracks was reflected in it. eye.

It is an ancient sword with a blue and black body, and the whole body is broken into several pieces.

At the same time, just as the box was opened, a strange sound of "rustling" sounded, and a black mist lingered in the whole room, giving people a gloomy and eerie feeling.

Han Fei could feel a powerful and strange force from the sword. Although it was not as domineering as Wei Zhuang's "Shark Teeth", it also had a unique power.

The sword had already shattered, but strangely, when Han Fei held the sword, the shattered blades were connected together against gravity.

Han Fei remembered what Hei Xuanjian said when he gave the sword: "Every sword with a story is like a song. As time goes by, the song ends and it returns to dust. Your encounter is a magical fate. What kind of long song will they sing when they get along with each other, this sword, its name is - Ni scale!"

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The second day, afternoon.

General's House.

"boom!"

The bronze wine glass collided with the table top, making a muffled sound that echoed in the empty hall.

Ji Wuye sat on the bench with a gloomy face. After learning that Han Fei was promoted to the position of Secretary, Ji Wuye was very unhappy. As a mere Secretary, Ji Wuye naturally ignored it, even Han Wangan, Ji Wuye Ye didn't have any respect, so naturally he wouldn't care about a thief.

But every time he thought that Han Fei, a yellow-mouthed child, stepped on top of his head, Ji Wuye became angry and wanted to smash Han Fei's body into ten thousand pieces.

"Is everything clear just now?" Ji Wuye said coldly, holding a beautiful woman in his arms.

Opposite Ji Wuye, there was a man wrapped in a black robe kneeling, and he heard the words: "It's clear, General."

"Okay! If you do it neatly, I have a big reward." Ji Wuye said with an open ticket.

The man in black thanked him, "General Xie."

"I gave her to you, how? Is she beautiful enough?" Ji Wuye asked the man in black while holding the beauty on the bench who was serving him.