Song of Adolescence

Xiao Se leaped forward and jumped from the pavilion to Qianjintai.

"Next." Xie Yanshu gently pushed the long sword around his waist, the long sword came out of its sheath, and flew towards Xiao Se. Xiao Se was holding the hip flask in his left hand and the long sword in his right hand. He seemed to inadvertently swipe the long sword in the air, then he threw the long sword down and fell back into Xie Yanshu's scabbard.

Xiao Se steadily landed, raised his hip flask and took another sip.

The curtain behind the Qianjintai was finally cut by Xiao Se with a sword, and slowly fell, and the scene behind it finally appeared in front of the guests.

What is hanging there is not a beautiful landscape painting, nor is it a gorgeous sculpture.

Only one word. Black words, white background. Solemn and solemn, so that the people watching will fight for a chill.

Lay.

"His Royal Highness!" Xuan Tong whispered to Xiao Chong.

"What?" Xiao Chong also noticed the change in the atmosphere in the court.

"King Yongan opened the curtain with a sword, and there was a word'Lien' written on the curtain behind." Xuantong looked around, "Would you like to leave?"

Outside the Qianjintai, there were already many soldiers of the White Palace in ambush, as long as Xuantong sent a signal, no matter who was sitting inside, they would break in without hesitation.

Xiao Chong shook his head: "Wait."

"Let's go." Lei Wujie, Sikong Qianluo, and Ye Ruoyi also walked out of the sky pavilion, jumped and landed beside Xiao Chong. Only Tian Nurui was still standing there, frowning slightly, and she didn't seem to understand what they wanted to do.

On the gaming table built by Qianjin, a bleakly dressed man looked at the guests whispering under the stage, suddenly raised his arm and shouted: "Stop!"

Behind him, the friends in the same brocade clothes should shout: "Stop!"

There was no sound in the hall, and the guests were all stunned, staring at Xiao Se with wide eyes, not knowing what he was going to do.

After only hearing a "stop", Xiao Se waved his hands abruptly, and pulled the brand new brocade from his body, and then threw it on the ground, revealing a sackcloth under the brocade.

The other Xueyuecheng disciples also learned their movements at the same time, throwing their golden clothes on the ground.

Lei Wujie yelled angrily, and his red clothes became fragments and fell to the ground.

The linen underneath them is made of the thickest raw linen, with the edges exposed. This one piece-mourning dress.

Lan Yuehou frowned slightly and looked at Qi Tianchen: "Slashing?"

Cut the decline, the heaviest mourning dress among the five clothes. Only the princes are the emperor, the minister is the king, the man and the unmarried daughter are the father, the grandson is the grandfather, and the wives and concubines are the husbands.

In the Apocalypse, the failure of service is a major event. The ancestors of the Emperor Qin Tianjian have stipulated that too much worry will affect the national fortune, and the failure of service should be cautious. Therefore, to obey Zhanfei, you need to go through the Qintian Supervisor to report, and borrow the Zhanfei suit from the Qintian Supervisor. The folks are not allowed to privately make clothes to cut the decline. Therefore, the decay of Xiao Se and them must have been given by the Qin Tianjian.

Qi Tianchen sighed, "Although I said that I borrowed him, I didn't say that I was wearing it under the eyes of everyone."

The leading Xiao Se raised the flask in his hand, and the people behind him shouted at the same time, their voice full of sadness. The sixteen, along with Lei Wujie and Ye Ruoyi, all drew the long swords around their waists, Sikong Qianluo waved his right hand, and the long spear was also raised high.

"Your Highness!" Xuan Tong said anxiously, "Let's leave first."

Xiao Chong heard the crisp sound of drawing swords, and shook his head: "There are hundreds of officials in the middle of the Chaos, the aristocratic family is here, and he dare not mess around."

Xiao Yu sneered and looked at the stage: "If you can see this situation, you know what the real chaos is. This is not much worse than killing the Tai'an Temple with a sword."

"Sword up." Lei Wujie yelled angrily. He leaped up with the sword and turned it over in the air. Ye Ruoyi also jumped up, the sword in his hand and Lei Wujie intertwined.

Sixteen Xueyue City disciples raised their swords at the same time, and each of them stood against the sword. The sword rises and the sword falls, the figure is like a butterfly and flying flower, and the pace is light as a peerless dancer. Between the forward and backward swings, the sword flashes with meteor-like light and rumbling drums...

Where is the drum?

There was a high red drum on the stage, and Sikong Qianluo leaped on top of the drum, dancing with his spear, beating the drum hard every time!

The sound is like thunder, shocked Shili!

On the pavilion, the daughter of Fuqin was already sweating to keep up with the rush of drums. The figure of the woman who was blowing the long Xiao was already shaky, and the woman holding the pipa had broken two strings, and the jade There are already faint cracks on the flute. But they didn't stop, they couldn't stop it anymore, the sad sword aura and the long drum sound forced them to work harder and harder!

"What is this?" Taishi Dong felt his heart beating faster and faster. It has been a long time since he felt the blood rushing up all over his body.

Lan Yuehou Shen said: "Sword Dance."

Xiao Se held the hip flask and took a few steps forward.

Like the drunken actor who comes late, but will eventually shine, he sings with his wine:

"Scallion Shanglu, He Yixi. Luxi's Ming Dynasty has come back again, when will people return after death."

"Who is in Haoli, gathers souls and has no sages and fools, so uncle Gui urges him, and his life must be hesitated."

"Xie Shanglu, He Yixi! Luxi's Ming Dynasty has come back again, when will people return after death!" Lei Wujie and Ye Ruoyi received their swords and sang together with Xiao Se!

"Who's in Haoli, gathers souls and has no sages and fools, how urging Uncle Gui, he must hesitate for life!" Xiao Se turned around, seeming to be drunk.

The sixteen Xueyue City disciples received their swords, and Sikong Qianluo received the spears. Standing alone on the drum, the four music girls stopped. Tian Nurui stood in the pavilion, already shaking with excitement.

One song is finished, but something is missing!

What's missing?

The audience was silent, and sighed sadly.

"Scallion Shanglu, He Yixi. Luxi's Ming Dynasty has come back again, when will people return after death."

"Who is in Haoli, gathers souls and has no sages and fools, so uncle Gui urges him, and his life must be hesitated."

They sang slowly at the same time.

Three elegies.

Sing sad.

Duet to anger.

Three singing on the safe road.

Xiao Se spilled the last remaining wine in the flask on the ground. He had already burst into tears, but still endured his sorrow: "As you wish, dye this city of apocalypse red with blood!"

Xiao Yu sneered, Xiao Chong shook slightly, and Xuantong immediately held him tightly.

The full house finally understood Xiao Se's real purpose. He would not negotiate terms with them, or even come to greet them.

Because this banquet is actually just a funeral.

"Big brother. Rest in peace." Xiao Se wiped away his tears and said softly.