After the four lines of the poem were sung, with Ning Wuyu's deliberately lowered voice, everyone invariably stopped what they were doing and held their breath.
Crack!
With a flash of knife light, people felt as if something was pressing down on their chests. Because of this pressure, there was another impulse that seemed to want to spurt out in order to resist it.
Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles.
Hello!
Everyone wanted to chant and sing along, but.
The poem is not over yet.
Because Miss Xirou’s intensive drumbeats were still playing.
Everyone looked up at Ning Wuyu, who was wielding the green dragon sword, and felt that if the knight from Zhao in the poem was alive, he should look like this.
So heroic!
Invincible!
Invincible!
Xirou was beating the waist drum while preparing the next instrument. She should concentrate on preparing for her famous music.
But out of the corner of her eye, she couldn't help but look at the young man wielding a long knife.
She has always felt that Daxing men lacked heroism because they valued literature and restrained martial arts. Even the famous Jinling Shixian was a fair-faced boy. Although he was handsome, he did not meet her ideal man.
Facts have proved that she is still too young and has too little experience.
Although it was the first time she saw a Daxing man like Mr. Ning, he was elegant and dignified when he was quiet, and when he was moving, it was the first time she saw him, but she was sure that such a man was the person she wanted to be with.
Xirou's eyes were filled with autumn water, but she was stunned for a moment, then quickly came back to her senses and hurriedly prepared the instrument.
She and Mr. Ning had cooperated perfectly just now, so how could she waste time by looking at him too much?
Buzz…
The sound of strings joined the sound of sword dancing.
Ning Wuyi's eyes met with Miss Xirou's, and after nodding to confirm that it was time to enter the next piece of music, he stopped dancing his sword and started singing instead.
"I was leisurely drinking in Xinling, taking off my sword and kneeling in front of me. I was going to eat Zhu Hai, holding a cup to persuade the marquis to win. After three cups, I spit out the promise, and the five mountains were light. After the eyes were dizzy and the ears were hot, the spirit and energy were born."
Ning Wuyi's tone was more assertive than before.
People's minds can't help but fluctuate accordingly.
Some unappreciated martial arts candidates even raised their sleeves and moistened their wet wipes with tears.
If they could meet and make friends with a wise master like Lord Xinling, they wouldn't be wasting time now.
Looking at the hot wine in their hands, everyone drank it down one after another, regardless of whether it was safe wine or dirty wine.
If the interlude hadn't stopped, they would have shouted the word "cai" on the spot, which at least would have vented their frustration.
Everyone wants to go out of their way to protect their close friends, but where are there so many close friends in this world that they can meet and seek each other?
"Waving the golden mallet to save Zhao, Handan was shocked first. The two heroes of the Qianqiu period have made great achievements in Daliang City. Even if they die, they will not be ashamed of the heroes in the world. Who can write to you, the White-headed Taixuan Sutra."
Towards the end, the interlude changed suddenly.
Just hearing the eagle's cry from Miss Xirou, it penetrated people's hearts like a rainbow piercing the sun, melting the original depression into a cavity of passionate blood.
"Even if the bones of a hero are dead, I will not be ashamed of being a hero in the world! What a poem! What a line!"
"With this in mind, it doesn't matter if I practice martial arts for another year and take the martial arts examination!"
"Who can write your Excellency, the Taixuan Sutra of Baishou? My classmates, we should improve ourselves and learn the way of chivalry. Even if we are incompetent, we should try our best. But don't learn from those who hang out in Baishou but achieve nothing. It is useless to do nothing." Scholar!"
Everyone deeply agrees with this dear friend’s suggestion.
Many of them here want to seek fame first, and then do whatever they want to do to achieve success.
But this new poem told them a new direction.
That is to serve the country and the people without deliberately pursuing fame. Even the unknown chivalrous man can shoulder the important task of being famous and passed down through the ages!
If there are people like Ning Shixian who can leave a poem for them and pass it down to the world, then they will really die without regrets!
The lingering sound of the long roar finally faded away.
But the interlude quickly loops around and starts over again.
The first singing, as long as it is to let everyone know the new poem, and to accompany the words with music, it will naturally be weaker.
The second time, Xirou used her true skills to help.
As soon as the waist drum sounded, everyone turned their attention.
The strings of the piano jingled like the blade of a knife.
The intensification of the music played more inspiring.
Accompanied by Ning Wuyu's singing and the sound of sword dancing, everyone forgot what they were going to do. They all followed the rhythm and words in their ears, rising and falling in the sea of poetry, and their hearts were filled with joy.
And the murderous aura brought about by the actual sword dance aroused the passion in the hearts of the people present at the martial arts exercise.
When the second new poem was sung, one person raised his arms and shouted.
"Why serve the country? Why protect the people?"
"On the battlefield, there are those who wrap their bodies in horse leather, while on the other hand, they eradicate bandits and Xiaoxiao!"
"Now that the Japanese bandits are causing trouble in the city, everyone must work together to help the government fight against them!"
While talking.
Several people who had gained the title of martial arts examiner, either because they were attracted to the poem or because of drinking, raised their arms and shouted before going downstairs to leave.
Qiuniang glanced at Ning Wuhuang, and after confirming that Ning Wuhuang had no intention of blocking him, she quickly signaled to the turtle slave guarding the gate to give way.
"Just go with me!"
"Don't block the road!"
"Get rid of the Japanese!"
Who dares to block the road when encountering this group of passionate martial arts people?
Even the Japanese people whose identity was not discovered at the scene were trembling with fear just by hearing the call, not to mention the guests standing in front of them. They all gave way to let this group of martial arts people who found people who could do what they could go out to help the government.
Ning Wuyan stood by the high platform and was extremely pleased to see the reactions of these passionate men.
Although there is indeed an element of his guidance in it, it is already very good that everyone can do this.
At least it can add support to the government and exert invisible pressure on the enemy.
"Zhao Ke... Zhao Ke is Man Hu Ying, Wu Gou is frosty and snowy."
When the third chanting begins again.
Someone jumped in front of Ning Wuzhen and took the wrong shot.
But no one stopped singing because of this little misstep.
Another new single begins to cycle.
Ning Wuyang glanced at the craftsmen who couldn't keep up with the rhythm and were a bit chatty in their words.
What was originally just a suspicion can now be directly confirmed.
With the new song cycle and drinking as a bonus, the atmosphere in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion was pushed to its peak amidst the powerful drumbeats of Miss Xirou.
Just when the craftsmen finally memorized "Xia Ke Xing", several young men from the Ning family quietly arrived carrying wine barrels.
Others didn't notice it and just thought it was a boy from Xiaoxiang Pavilion.
The Beidi and Japanese people saw it but didn't take it to heart.
They didn't find out that in addition to the Ning family boy and Zheng Donglin who came before, there was also a guard who accompanied Jiang Yan.
"Mr. Ning, the government has indeed received a large number of secret letters reporting on the Japanese strongholds. After your lord personally led troops to destroy one, he received another secret letter reporting the identity of the Beidi people. Now the government has all dispatched. This is what your lord personally did. On the map of the city, the black dots mark the location of the Beidi people and strongholds, and the red dots mark the Japanese ones."
