Both worlds are like dreams

Xue Huang kept repeating in her heart: Dear poets, I am sorry to borrow your masterpieces. If I see them one day, I will thank you generously.

Seeing her so calm and composed, Qin Ji was unsure of her ability, so she said, "Poetry and songs come naturally when we are inspired. How about we just compose some poems?"

"Yes." Xue Huang said. "Please."

The zither girl thought for a while and then said: "The wind is warm and the grass is long, and I am drunk with sorrow. Under the flowers, I am worried about the wind and rain. It is cold and snowy and it is hard to find a boat to cross the river. When the moon passes by the pond, all the bamboos are sad."

As soon as Qin Ji finished speaking, the people from the Xiyue delegation laughed triumphantly.

Xue Huang smiled and said loudly, "Do you want to sing another song?"

"Why?"

Xue Huang's face was full of innocent sincerity, "Because if I read this poem to you, you will be embarrassed to write poetry again."

Qin Ji thought to herself: What an arrogant girl.

Xue Huang looked at Wei Yunzhou and said, "Uncle, can you lend me your sword?"

Wei Yunzhou drew his two fingers across the hilt of the sword, and Broken Soul flew out like an arrow from a bow and landed steadily in Xue Huang's hand.

"What are you doing?" Qin Ji asked.

The warriors of the Xiyue delegation also became nervous and looked at Xue Huang with unfriendly expressions.

Xue Huang just smiled and started to dance with her sword. Her sword intention did not have murderous intent, but only had the heroic spirit of a chivalrous knight. Like flowing clouds and running water, like riding the wind, she was free and unrestrained, carefree and carefree.

This is a rare sword technique of Guigu School, created by the previous generation of Mr. Guigu when he was drunk. It has no name, only a sense of freedom.

Among this generation of disciples, only Xue Huang and Rong Yu have learned it. Xue Huang was born between mountains and rivers, with a pure mind and innocence. Rong Yu has the ambition to protect the world, and is a true chivalrous man, born for the sword. Their swords have a murderous aura, but also a carefree state of mind.

Wei Yunzhou always moved forward with a heavy burden. His sword intention was always killing intent. Even if he let go of the killing intent occasionally, his sword intention was cold. Xue Huang's third master, Hua Yu, was trapped by love and gave up sword practice, and it was impossible for her to practice it. As for Xue Huang's junior master Su Linjin, he had the mind of a young man, but his sword intention did not have such a free and unrestrained sword energy, because he was too playful.

If this set of sword skills must have a name, it would be called the Sword of Freedom.

As Xue Huang continued to dance with her sword style, she recited beautiful and majestic poems: "Don't you see that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning. Don't you see that the white hair in the mirror of the hall is sad, and the hair is black in the morning and white in the evening. When you are happy in life, you must enjoy it to the fullest, and don't let the golden cup face the moon in vain. I was born with talents that must be useful, and I will get them back even if I spend all my money. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is fun, and I must drink three hundred cups at a time. Master Cen, Mr. Danqiu, I will drink, and the cups must not stop. I will sing a song for you, please listen to me. Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I can get drunk forever and never wake up. Since ancient times, saints and sages have all been lonely, only drinkers have left their names. In the past, King Chen held a banquet in Pingle, and he drank ten thousand cups of wine and enjoyed himself. Why does the host say that he has little money? I must buy some to drink with you. Five-colored horses, furs worth thousands of gold, call the children to go out and exchange them for good wine, and we will share the eternal sorrow together."

The beautiful verses were recited slowly by a voice like the sound of nature, and matched with the sword technique with great momentum. The two complemented each other, like a chapter sung on the top of a sacred mountain. And the sword dancer, with his sleeves fluttering, was like an unreachable fairy on the top of a sacred mountain. Everyone present was shocked. This person, this sword technique, this poem, in the eyes of the writers, this is a brilliant talent, in the eyes of the warriors, this is a chivalrous hero, a young man with lofty spirit.

Even the members of the Xiyue delegation could not help but be impressed by this scene.

Xue Huang put away her sword and stood behind her with her hands turned around. She bowed in the direction of Qin Ji with the Bei Ling etiquette, but it seemed that she was bowing to the vast blue sky behind her.

Qin Ji recovered from her shock and returned the greeting, saying, "Your literary talent is stunning. Qin Ji is willing to admit defeat."

Xue Huang smiled, turned around and walked towards the bottom of Xuanyuan Terrace, but at this time, a young man flew from the direction of the Xiyue delegation and blocked her way. It was Fu Yunshen.

The other party bowed to her and said, "I wonder if I would have the honor to test the sword with the owner of this sword?"

Xue Huang raised her eyebrows, a little surprised. She thought Fu Yunshen stopped her to compete with her, but she didn't expect it was Wei Yunzhou. So she said, "Then why did you stop me? Why not just ask him directly?"

Fu Yunshen was stunned. That's right! He turned and looked in the direction of Wei Yunzhou and said, "If I'm not mistaken, the sword in this girl's hand is called Broken Soul, which is the most evil sword in the world."

Many people in the martial arts world were shocked when this was said. To those who did not practice martial arts, a sword was just a piece of iron, but only those who practiced swordsmanship knew how famous the name Broken Soul was in the martial arts world.

"So what?" Wei Yunzhou asked indifferently, sitting there without moving.

"Anyone who can use this sword must be a top master. I would like to test my sword skills with you. Please give me some advice." Fu Yunshen said.

Wei Yunzhou said calmly: "It is inevitable that you and I will test our swords, but not today."

"Why?" Fu Yunshen asked puzzledly.

Wei Yunzhou was too lazy to explain. He flew onto the stage, took the Broken Soul from Xue Huang and left.

Seeing this, Lu Chen also flew onto the stage and blocked Wei Yunzhou's way. He asked with some dissatisfaction, "What do you mean, sir?"

Wei Yunzhou did not answer, but walked around him and continued walking forward.

Lu Chen was ignored and suddenly became anxious. He drew his sword and stabbed towards Wei Yunzhou's back.

Wei Yunzhou, sensing the sword's intent, turned around and blocked the sword. He then struck back, and before he could even unsheathe his Soul-Breaking Sword, his powerful internal force had already caused Lu Chen to retreat several steps.

Lu Chen's internal energy had just been depleted, so it was expected that he could not block the sword. However, all the martial artists present knew that even if Lu Chen was still at his peak, he might not be a match for Wei Yunzhou.

"I was right," Fu Yunshen said, with a hint of excitement at having met a worthy opponent. "You are indeed a top-notch expert."

Mo Ruilin and Gu Qinglan also came over. Mo Ruilin said, "Mr. Fu, you have already fought two games in a row this morning. Why don't you take a rest first? You two can spar again tomorrow."

"Your Highness the Fifth Prince is right," said the Crown Prince Xiyue, who was wearing a python robe. "Yun Shen, if you meet a master, you must go all out to show respect."

"Yes." Fu Yunshen responded and retreated with Lu Chen.

"So His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is here too." said Mo Ruilin.

"Today's competition was very exciting. It was worth the trip." said Prince Xiyue.

Murray smiled. As the winner, he naturally couldn't be too proud. He said modestly, "It is indeed a great honor to be able to witness such a wonderful competition."

Prince Xiyue walked towards Xuehuang who was talking to Gu Qinglan, "I was born with talents that will be useful. Even if I spend all my money, I will get it back. This is indeed a good poem. In this round of poetry, I, Xiyue, am willing to admit defeat."

"Thank you for letting me." Xue Huang said.

"Last time I had the honor of witnessing your martial arts skills, and this time I am honored to witness your literary talent. I have yet to ask for your name."

"Wei Xuehuang."

"You are a very talented writer, but I don't understand a few things. Please help me solve them."

"What?" Xue Huang asked.

"What river is this Yellow River?"

Xue Huang thought to herself: I haven’t seen it either, how would I know?

At this time, a voice came from the gem on Xue Huang's neck, and only Xue Huang could hear it, "Just say it's Tianhe."

Xue Huang pointed her finger at the sky, "Tianhe."

"Then how do Master Cen and Mr. Danqiu explain it?"

This time, there was no need for the young man in the gem to explain. Xue Huang said directly, "He is a hermit master I met in the martial arts world."

"So that's how it is," Prince Xiyue said thoughtfully, "Then who is this Prince Chen?"

"It's the person in their story." Xue Huang said.

"I wish I could stay drunk forever and never wake up. This is indeed a good poem." Prince Xiyue sighed.

Xue Huang smiled, with a hint of guilt in her raised lips. This was indeed a poem that could be passed down through the ages, but it was a pity that it had nothing to do with her. She was just borrowing someone else's literary talent and fame.

In order to stop the Xiyue Crown Prince from asking further questions, Xue Huang tugged at the corner of Mo Xingyue's clothes. She understood instantly and said to Mo Ruilin, "Brother, it's getting late for me to come out. If I go back late, my father will blame me."

Mo Ruilin didn't want her to have too much contact with the Xiyue delegation, so he said, "Then we will take our leave first. Please feel free to do as you please, Prince."

Mo Xingyue took Xue Huang's hand and bowed, then walked towards the carriage outside.

"Goodbye." said Prince Xiyue.

Mo Ruilin and Gu Qinglan said goodbye to him and left Xuanyuantai together.

Prince Xiyue looked at their backs as they left, thinking about something, and returned to the delegation. We lost several games in a row today, so we have to make some arrangements.