home

search

Chapter 96: Gongsun Yuns Skirt

  Chapter Ninety-Six: Gongsun Yun's Skirt

  Yang Yu felt that he absolutely wouldn't make a mistake. Such a strong aura could only belong to an Earth-level warrior.

  The five cushions in the front row, he sat right in the middle, just thinking about it was terrifying. On either side were two martial artists of the earth level, those who didn't know would have thought they were his bodyguards, but Yang Yu knew his own difficulties.

  "Bang!"

  A sound of a zither came over, Yang Yu was stunned, looking towards the pavilion, only to see that the beaded curtain had already started to slowly roll up, and many people also looked up.

  "Gongsun Yun's skirt is coming out, it's said that she's a great beauty." Someone whispered on the side.

  Another person who heard this nodded: "Gong Sun Yun is indeed very beautiful, but when she dances with a sword, her elegance surpasses the world, and many people will involuntarily become immersed in it."

  "There was a god-level warrior who once said that Gong Sun's sword dance contains the profound meaning of the sword path. The higher the cultivation of the person dancing with the sword, the more this profound meaning is revealed. Unfortunately, Gong Sun Yun has only the cultivation of a mysterious level warrior. If she had the cultivation of a heavenly level warrior, even god-level warriors would come to watch her dance with the sword." A yellow-level warrior said in a low voice.

  "It's truly unbelievable, if the rumors are true, after watching Gong Sun's sword dance, my Gale Sword will definitely make a major breakthrough, I'm really looking forward to it."

  The one who spoke was Huang Yunhui. He was sitting in the last row, and he was one of the twenty or so yellow-grade warriors.

  "Haha, Huang Shixiong, this copper-colored invitation letter may have cost several million, but if one sword technique can be greatly improved, it's absolutely a big profit." A sly-looking man said on the side.

  "Several tens of millions were obtained through connections." Huang Yunhui did not hide it, "However, if the rumors in Jianghu are true, I don't mind spending a few more tens of millions. Compared to cultivation, these copper-smelling things are nothing."

  The despicable man heard Huang Yunhui say this, and also had a lot of sympathy: "Not bad, money is nothing, as long as we martial artists want it, there will always be a way to get it, but martial arts are not something that can be understood just by saying you understand."

  "This time, don't disappoint me again." Huang Yunhui gritted his teeth, both expecting and nervous.

  "Huang Shixiong, don't worry about it this time, there will be other opportunities later." The sly man seemed to take it lightly, but then he said: "If I can marry Gong Sun Yun in the future and watch her dance with swords every day, I'll master all sword techniques."

  When he heard this, Huang Yunhui's eyes also showed a glimmer of hope, but it quickly disappeared. Gong Sun Yun was what kind of person, not to mention the heavenly proud daughter, and she was also a Xuan-level warrior, while he himself was what kind of goods, the two were simply not in the same world.

  "Huang Shixiong, what's wrong with you?" The sly-looking man pushed Huang Yunhui. "The sword dance is about to start, what are you thinking about?"

  Huang Yunhui was taken aback, looked at the sly-looking man, smiled slightly, and then pointed to Yang Yu in front of him: "What kind of person is that? Why are they still standing now, and a yellow-level warrior, how did they sit in the front row, could it be that they have some relationship with Gong Sun Yunqiang?"

  "I don't know about this either, but he doesn't seem like an old hand. Just now, Gong Sun Yun's swordswoman checked his invitation letter, and it should be correct." The sly-looking man said after some thought.

  "Ah." Huang Yunhui nodded and then looked at the sly-looking man, asking: "By the way, junior brother, I still don't know what your name is?"

  "Eh, Shixiong!" The sly-looking man was taken aback, then said: "My name is Nie Xiaoli, Double Ears Nie, Xiaoli who covets small gains."

  ……

  "Bang!"

  Another sound of the guqin, the beaded curtain was pulled halfway open, and a delicate phoenix-tailed zither appeared in everyone's line of sight.

  Yang Yu was taken aback. This qin looked very similar to Tang Wei's, but its color was noticeably duller. It probably wasn't that qin after all.

  "Yunniang yaotou, stop dawdling, if you keep on like this the sun will set." A loud and clear voice came over.

  "Master Fu, this is your third time watching the sword, didn't expect you to still be so anxious. Wait a moment, isn't there another guest who hasn't sat down yet?"

  A pleasant and moving voice came, everyone was slightly shaken, this voice seemed like heavenly music, but Yang Yu had no time to savor the sound now, because that fierce senior was staring at him.

  "Kid, as a yellow-level warrior, you're already honored to be seated in the front row. Now, hurry up and sit down, don't waste my time."

  "This is Junior Yang Yu, please sit down." Yang Yu hastily said, then immediately sat down on the couch.

  "Yang Yu!" Huang Yunhui suddenly exclaimed, his eyes fixed on Yang Yu's back like an arrow, "He said his name was Yang Yu, it was actually him!"

  "Huang Shixiong, what's wrong?" Nie Xiaoli asked in surprise.

  "This guy named Yang Yu is doomed!" Huang Yunhui sneered coldly, "I didn't expect to run into him here. Today, he definitely won't be able to stay alive."

  "This, Huang Shixiong, don't be impulsive. This Yang Yu can sit in the front row, maybe there's some connection?" Nie Xiaoli said softly.

  "Hmph, what's the relationship? Just a dog from Tangmen." Huang Yunhui instantly analyzed where Yang Yu's invitation letter came from.

  Nie Xiao Li was somewhat perplexed.

  ……

  The bead curtain continued to sway.

  Yang Yu saw what, a beauty, a classical beauty, as if she had walked out of a painting, wearing an ancient long skirt, her long hair coiled up, her sleeves fluttering, and in her every move, the hundred flowers lost their color.

  Beautiful, too beautiful!

  Not just Yang Yu, but also the group of martial artists behind him were stunned. Although there are many beautiful women in the city, such a classical beauty is absolutely the first time they have seen one. If it weren't for knowing that Nangong Yunshang was a modern person, Yang Yu would have thought she was from another dynasty.

  This dress, this appearance, is a living ancient beauty.

  "Tang Wei is indeed not deceiving me." Yang Yu couldn't help but think that if such a woman wasn't considered a beauty, then the world really didn't have any beauties.

  In the pavilion.

  Gongsun Yun slowly stood up, and the two attendants quickly put away the zither in the pavilion. In the distance, the sunset was setting, the sun's rays were like molten gold, shining on the peach blossoms, the pavilion, and the sword had not yet been danced, but many people were already intoxicated.

  "What a beautiful scene." Yang Yu couldn't help but praise, this scenery, he somewhat understood what kind of landscape "the sunset and the solitary wild goose fly together, the autumn water shares the same color as the sky" was.

  "Here comes the sword!" Gong Sun Yun's sleeves fluttered as she beckoned, and a maid with both hands respectfully holding a green jade sword walked over.

  The sword dance is about to begin.

  Gongsun Yun's sleeves received the sword, lightly plucking it twice. The treasure sword emitted a pleasant sound, a very pure sound. However, upon hearing this sound, Gongsun Yun's mouth corners floated with a hint of a smile. With one pluck of the sword, she seemed to have understood the sword's thoughts.

  Many people held their breath in anticipation.

  Gongsun Yun's opening move was a very strange action, slowly pressing the blue sword down at a 45-degree angle towards the ground. But just this one move seemed complex, and if you stared closely at the trajectory of the sword, you would find that the path traced by the tip of the sword wasn't an arc, but a straight line.

  Although I don't know why, circles and straight lines are different. Straight lines seem to cut across, while circles seem to chop down, the two are fundamentally not the same thing.

  Yang Yu understood it this way, but he found that the four county-level warriors beside him had actually closed their eyes, and only opened them in surprise a few seconds later, as if they had suddenly understood some profound truth.

  "The subtlety of the sword is beyond words, Cloud Dress and Maiden's Hair, your sword dance has become even more profound." A low-ranking warrior standing next to Yang Yu took a deep breath, "This is my ninth time watching Gong Sun's sword dance, I hope this time I can fully comprehend the Qing Tian Hua Ri Sword Technique."

  Gongsun Yun's sleeves didn't say a word, but the sword in his hand had already moved into action.

  ;

Recommended Popular Novels