Li Guinian said: "Come here, please move my case here." The boy brought his dining table over, and Li Guinian sat on the couch himself and said to Jiang Shuo: "It's okay, it's a long night, little friend. Speak slowly."
Zhang Xu squeezed in between the two of them and said: "Hey... don't make any noise, I want to watch the aunt dance the sword."
Li Guinian said: "Zhang Dian, didn't you understand it thirty years ago?"
Zhang Xu said: "Yes, in the second year of Kaiyuan, I watched Gongsun's sword dance in Yecheng, and I realized the meaning of cursive writing. However, I always felt that something was missing. I often watched Gongsun's sword dance from Yecheng to Chang'an. , from Chang'an to Luoyang, thirty autumns have passed, but we still can't find the point."
Anqingzong said flatteringly: "Zhang Changshi's cursive writing has reached the pinnacle, surpassing ancient and modern times. Although Zhang Zhi and Wang Youjun are not as good as him, don't go too far for yourself."
Zhang Xu said: "You don't understand, you don't understand..." As he said this, he bent down at his desk and started crying. Jiang Shuo thought to himself that it was no wonder that his name was Zhang Dian. He was really crazy. He comforted him and said: "Zhang Changshi, I think writing and practicing martial arts are the same. It is possible that you can't understand it for a while, but you don't need to be too sad. .”
Zhang Xu buried his head and cried: "How can thirty years be a moment? Thirty years is enough for you to marry a wife and have children. How can you understand that there is another little baby like you?"
Jiang Shuo said: "Although I am young, I understand the hardships involved. Two years ago, I didn't know how to do martial arts. Then I had an unexpected encounter. Once I learned superior martial arts, I was able to break through three levels in one day when I first started practicing. I broke through another level every day, and I only thought that the magical skill could be achieved overnight. However, it took ten days to break through the fifth level... In this way, I also broke through the tenth level in three months, and I thought that it might be possible to complete it in three years. Little did I know that one month later I can't even break through a level. It took me less than half a year to complete the previous level. In the past two years, I have only practiced 70% of the 90%. It seems that only 20% is left. However, according to the previous practice, it will double every time I pass a level. As time goes by, it will take thirty years to complete the fifth level."
Zhang Xu suppressed his sorrow, turned his head, pillowed it between his arms, looked at Jiang Shuo and said, "Is it so long?"
Jiang Shuo said: "Why not? Just listen and I will tell you. One becomes two, two becomes four years, four becomes eight years, eight becomes sixteen, isn't it thirty-one years ago?"
Zhang Xu calculated silently in his mind and said with a tearful tone: "It's really... Looking back, it seems that you and I are both miserable people. Why don't you cry? Come on, come on, let's cry together." He opened his arms and He wanted to hug Jiang Shuo, but Jiang Shuo avoided it with a smile and said, "However, I think if it had not been for the adventure two years ago, I still don't know martial arts. Maybe by chance, I would have had some adventure and be able to succeed in one fell swoop. ?”
Zhang Xu suddenly burst into tears and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, that makes sense. I was originally a student of Xiao Lu, and I learned regular script. It was also at that time that I first watched Danfu Zhengdao, and suddenly realized that cursive script can be full of fantasy without breaking the rules. The method, and watching Lady Gongsun dance her sword, suddenly found the method of letting go of Shen Baxun to obtain its charm, thinking about it, it happened overnight."
Jiang Shuo said: "Yes, thirty years is not a long time, and the snap of a finger is not a short time. Chang Shi can just wait with peace of mind, but there is no need to cry."
Everyone felt strange when they saw a teenage boy from Jiang Shuo consoling an old man who was almost sixty years old. They secretly suppressed their laughter, but Zhang Xu nodded repeatedly and said: "Looking back, Aunt Gongsun will be dancing with her sword in a while. Can you?" Look carefully for me and tell me if you see anything different."
While he was talking, the sound of drum music started again, but more than a dozen young ladies came up the stairs with long swords. Jiang Shuo did not see Aunt Gongsun. Zhang Xu saw his confusion and said: "Auntie is coming on stage for the finale. First of all, we have to let Mrs. Gongsun go upstairs." The apprentices are dancing."
Zhang Xu had watched the sword dance of Yun Shao Yuan hundreds of times, and he was very familiar with it. He glanced at it and said: "These twelve ladies danced "Neighborhood Song", just to watch the excitement, not much. mean."
Jiang Shuo saw that the twelve people were wielding swords, and he was immediately interested. When he saw the twelve women, arranged in two rows, they began to dance to the beat of the drums. However, at first glance, he was very disappointed. Those women were all These dances of spinning around, twisting the waist and waving the sleeves, although holding a long sword, look no different from the Hu Xuan dance. They are beautiful, but there are no sword moves or sword styles. It is just like what Zhang Xu said. Said it was just for fun.
However, after the dance, the guests in the building burst into enthusiastic cheers. Jiang Shuo couldn't help but shake his head secretly, thinking that this sword dance was just a dance with a sword. Most of the people present were dignitaries, literati, and they were just here to watch the dance. , but don’t know how to sword.
There were only two women who came up next. They had beautiful faces and graceful postures. Each held two swords. They stood opposite each other. One hand held the sword to the chest and the other hand hid the sword behind her back. They seemed to be strict in law. However, after looking at Before the sword dance of the twelve people, Jiang Shuo only thought that it was the same sword-holding dance as before, but unexpectedly, the two women showed extraordinary momentum as soon as they took action - they both took action at the same time and threw the long swords in their hands at each other.
The two swords flew close to each other in the air, piercing each other's front door. Amidst the screams, the two women lowered their waists at the same time to avoid the swords, but reached out to grab the silk ribbon tied on the sword heads, turned around, and waved their long swords. The sword spun in a circle, and then came back. The long sword flew towards the opponent in a horizontal rotation. This time, the two women did not catch it with their hands. Instead, they used the long sword on their backs to move the sword. The long sword immediately turned horizontally into a vertical one. , spinning and flying upwards, Jiang Shuo finally understood why this building was built so high. The two swords flew so high that they almost hit the beams and then fell together.
The steps of the two women on the ground changed. They had switched places. They each caught the fallen long sword. When they turned around, the other long sword flew out again. The sword flew in mid-air, and the other sword in their hands flew back out again. The sword was thrown upwards in an arc, but the back sword was thrown straight. Although the two swords were launched one after another, they reached at the same time. They were about to pierce the two girls' ribs, but they turned sideways at the same time, dodging between lightning and flint. He opened the sword, turned around at the same time, grabbed the two swords one after another, spun around in a circle and threw them out again...
The two of them were going back and forth like this, throwing swords at each other. This sword dance was different from ordinary fights. It was like bumping their heads, bodies, hands and feet against the edge of the long sword, but every time they met or avoided it in the electric light and flint. , the danger was saved, and you felt thrilling looking at it.
The two women suddenly threw the two long swords in their hands upwards in a chain, and spun around on the ground back to back. They exchanged positions, stood side by side, put their hands behind their backs, and the two swords fell against their backs. They held a hand with their hands behind them. When she was doing it, she immediately received a lot of applause from the audience, and some people even threw silk ribbons and silk yarn into the arena, but it was the two girls who were rewarded.
Zhang Xu said: "How about this "Xihe Sword Artifact Huntuo"?"
Jiang Shuo said: "The two girls seem to be weak in their steps. They don't have much internal strength, but their external skills are quite good. They are very good at wielding swords."
Zhang Xu laughed loudly and said: "Nothing but familiarity. If you are facing the enemy, you dare to take such risks. However, these two women dance with swords like this every day. They are not familiar with the sword." Their directions and priorities are all clear to their chests, not to mention taking the sword with their hands behind their backs, even with their eyes closed, fear makes no difference to them."
Jiang Shuo has a good heart. It seems that this "Huntuo" is not a real swordsmanship, but a kung fu similar to acrobatics.
After the two girls went down, the sound of silk and bamboo continued, but the maid came up again to pour wine and serve dishes. Jiang Shuo felt strange and asked Zhang Xu: "Why doesn't the aunt not dance today?"
Zhang Xu said: "The drinking, drumming, and dancing are just for drinking and entertainment. If you just don't watch it, you will suffer a big loss." As Zhang Xu was talking, he saw the maid coming to clear away the dishes. , hurriedly grabbed a meat cake and stuffed it in his mouth, and took another sip of wine. With the meat cake in his mouth, he said to Jiang Shuo: "Eat quickly, eat quickly... The aunt will be here soon, but you have to watch carefully, no Eat again.”
Jiang Shuo laughed after hearing this, and ate some food randomly. After passing the two sword dances in front of him, he thought to himself: I'm afraid that the sword dance of Gongsun Auntie is no different from that of her disciples. Even if she is more practiced and her posture is better, Being more vigorous is nothing more than that.
The maids brought two dishes: boiled calf in water and steamed wax bear in portions. After everyone ate and drank for a while, they remembered the sound of the 筚篯 again. Jiang Shuo knew that the 筚篯 was the first instrument, so when the 筚篯 sounded, It's time for the right angle to come on stage.
Before Mrs. Gongsun appeared on the stage, the whole hall was filled with cheers. Everyone shouted for a while before they saw Mrs. Gongsun coming. Zhang Xu said that he learned the art of cursive writing thirty years ago by watching Mrs. Gongsun dance with her sword. So what happened to Mrs. Gongsun? She is at least fifty years old. Although the years have left traces on her face, she still has black hair, white and smooth skin, and few wrinkles. She looks like she is in her thirties or forties.
Aunt Gongsun has changed into a set of black fitness clothes, which looks like a military commander's crotch-less shirt. She has a narrow robe with a coiled collar and slits on both sides. The trousers are made of snakes, short boots, and a black gauze futou on her head. There is a red forehead smear on the outside, and he is also holding two swords, which looks quite cool.
Seeing Mrs. Gongsun standing in the center, everyone cheered again. Mrs. Gongsun crossed her sword and bowed to everyone around her before starting to dance with the sword.
Aunt Gongsun started her hand, but there was nothing special about it. She only felt that her steps were steady and steady, and the direction of the sword was also wonderful. The difference from before was indeed her swordsmanship. Zhang Xu came over and said: "Now every move is still very clear, just like me." When writing in cursive, the first few characters should be fully formed."
As she spoke, Mrs. Gongsun moved quickly with her feet, and her moves became faster and faster. The two swords were attacking and defending each other. Although the speed was fast, the offensive and defensive rules were rigorous. Although the speed was fast, it was not chaotic. Zhang Xu added: "At this time, the sword is as powerful as a swimming dragon. , although the moves are stuck and can no longer be distinguished, the swimming dragon can still be described, just like the middle section of my cursive writing, the words are already stuck to each other, but there are still traces to follow, and it is still easy to recognize the characters."
Aunt Gongsun's moves changed again, and the whole hall was filled with lightning. It came like thunder and then stopped its fury, and ended up like a clear light in the sea. But she couldn't tell the moves for a long time. She seemed to be swinging them randomly, but her offense and defense could still coordinate with each other. They were not dancing randomly. Zhang Xu said: "At this point, I am in a state of no-movement. It is like me writing in cursive until the end, retracting and releasing at will. Although there are many strange things, I still seek their origins, and there is no irregularity in the painting."
Her moves were familiar to Jiang Shuo, and he blurted out: "Isn't this General Pei's swordsmanship?"
