After traveling through time, I became a princess in ancient times

Sun Erniang slowly stood up from the stone table and picked up her sword, the sword blade flashing with a cold light.

She smiled and said to everyone, "Then I will answer the theme of 'Autumn Feelings' by performing a sword dance."

As soon as she finished speaking, Er Niang moved to the side under a maple tree. Her light-colored clothes fluttered in the wind, setting off a beautiful contrast with the golden maple leaves.

The autumn breeze blows gently, lifting hair and clothes, and also rolling up the golden maple leaves to dance in the air.

Er Niang danced with the sword in her hand. The sword light was like water and the poetry was like the sea, which perfectly blended with the rhythm of the sword dance. The tip of the sword lightly lifted up fallen leaves, like fluttering butterflies.

The poem flows out with the rhythm of Sun Erniang's sword dance: "The autumn water and the sky are the same color, the sword dances and the red leaves fill the hills. The affection is lingering with the wind, and the deep love is beyond words."

Every move is full of beauty, integrating all the passion of autumn into the sword dance, which is moving.

Heisha stared blankly at Sun Erniang dancing with the sword, and couldn't help but sigh, "What a beautiful girl, it's a pity that she was taken away by that despicable and shameless Du Wenxuan."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Yurou glared at him fiercely and said unhappily: "If you can't speak, shut up."

Liu Xiaoxue's eyes were full of reproach: "Brother Hei is really talking about something irrelevant. Du Wenxuan is our enemy. He killed Brother Mentou. I will never forgive him."

Her eyes were slightly red, as if she was recalling the past that she couldn't bear to recall. Such a good person was brutally murdered by Du Wenxuan and hanged on a tree.

Li Mubai gently embraced Liu Xiaoxue, and his gentle words were like a spring breeze: "Xue'er, let the past be the past. I will help you get justice for Mentou. There should not be only hatred in your heart, but also my full love for you."

His tenderness dispelled the haze in Xiaoxue's heart.

Jiang Wan's eyes flashed coldly: "Last time, Du Wenxuan got away with it. If I meet him again, I will tear him into pieces."

Lin Yuan gently stroked the cup of milk tea on the table, his eyes deep, and said slowly: "Bad guys will eventually receive the punishment they deserve. It's the law of nature. It's not that there is no retribution, it's just that the time has not come yet."

"Du Wenxuan's target has always been this king. He has deliberately made things difficult for Second Mother and dragged her into this dispute."

Xia Yurou turned sideways and looked at Ren Chenxi who was fanning her: "Your Majesty, this is not your fault. Du Wenxuan is a lunatic. He acts viciously and cruelly, and has harmed many people."

Heisha laughed sinisterly: "Haha, crazy? Can he be as crazy as me? He is just a clown."

Bai Sha glanced at Lao Hei and reminded everyone in a low voice: "Second Mother is in a much better mood now, please keep your voices down so that she can't hear you and don't expose the scars in her heart."

She patted Heisha's shoulder, signaling him to be more restrained.

Sun Erniang sheathed her sword, and the crowd applauded.

Liu Xiaoxue ran forward and took Er Niang's hand, then skipped and led her to the stone table: "Er Niang, you dance so well. Even Xue'er can't take her eyes off your beauty."

Heisha said sourly, "Sister Xiaoxue, it's just sword dancing and poetry reciting. I can do that too."

Xia Yurou raised her eyebrows and chuckled: "Heisha, are you sure?"

"Princess, please don't underestimate me."

Xiaoxue teased, "We're not looking down on you. Do you know how to sword dance? You can only recite those sour dog food poems."

Jiang Wan's lips curled up slightly, her eyes full of suspicion.

Only Bai Sha patted him on the shoulder and said, "Then Lao Hei, you should give it a try. Let us see your sword dance style."

Heisha strode towards the maple tree with arrogance, his ferocious face full of disdain and mysterious confidence.

He was dressed in black, and the death sickle on his waist was flashing a frightening black light, as if it could devour the light.

Coming under the maple tree, Heisha waved his hand suddenly, and the sickle was instantly unsheathed, cutting through the air with a biting cold wind.

"I'll show you how I dance with my sword."

Then, he leaped up, and his sickle drew black tracks in the air, like the whisper of the god of death. Each blow carried a destructive force, which was out of tune with the lightly falling maple leaves around it, as if something strange had mixed in.

Black Demon wielded his sickle like a madman, his movements were extremely ferocious, and he kept chanting: "The black sickle breaks the autumn wind, and the leaves fall in the blood. The heroic spirit soars into the sky, and the domineering dance shakes the sky."

Every time he chanted, the blade would slash the ground fiercely, splashing fallen leaves, which was completely opposite to the elegant autumn scenery. It also carried an arrogant aura, as if it wanted to tear the autumn apart, causing everyone to look helpless, and the scene was funny and weird for a while.

Xiaoxue covered her mouth and chuckled, then shouted to Heisha, "Brother Hei, aren't you being too bold? Is there anything better? Our title should be 'Autumn Feelings' to suit the occasion!"

Heisha raised his eyebrows, an uninhibited smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. With low emotional intelligence, he didn't care about the reactions of the crowd. Instead, he swung the death sickle in his hand even harder.

As he danced, he made up a poem: "When the autumn wind blows, the killing intent is strong, the black sickle is waved to cut off the long rainbow. The heroic spirit dyes the red leaves with iron blood, who will share the journey of hegemony with me?"

As the poem fell, the sickle brought about gusts of sharp wind, crushing the maple leaves into pieces. The yellow fragments drifted away in the wind, forming a strange and bizarre picture.

As if driven by some kind of fanaticism, Heisha madly waved the death sickle in his hand, and every swing was announcing to the world: "Who said I can't write poetry?"

His figure danced back and forth among the flying fallen leaves and broken maple shadows, like the god of death breaking free from the restraints of the underworld.

"A black sickle cuts through the silent autumn night, bloody rain and gory wind accompany the slanting moon. Who can rival me in the martial arts world? My dancing and singing are so wild that they can make the world laugh."

As the poetry flowed, the sickle drew black streaks of lightning in the air. Every time it struck the ground, it stirred up a vortex of fallen leaves, completely tearing apart the tranquility of autumn. The scene was both wild and indescribably tragic.

Heisha retracted the death scythe beautifully. The cold weapon was tightly wrapped around his waist, flashing a dim light. He turned and walked towards the stone table, appearing confident and assertive.

His fierce face was filled with a smug smile, and his eyes revealed a kind of arrogant look of "look how powerful I am".

Walking in front of everyone, Heisha crossed his arms and said, "How is it? Are you fascinated by my heroic appearance? My poems are full of talent and shocking."

As he spoke, he purposely puffed out his chest to appear more majestic.

Xia Yurou covered her mouth and laughed, "This is not a poem at all, it's simply a rhapsody in the autumn night, it scared the maple leaves so much that they couldn't hide."

Liu Xiaoxue blinked her clear eyes and chuckled, "Brother Hei, your sword dance poem doesn't seem to match your style. But I still think you're awesome, it's just a little weird."

Jiang Wan said coldly: "Heisha, if your poem could be as sharp as your sickle, maybe it would be acceptable."

Ren Chenxi continued to fan Xia Yurou with his folding fan, and said calmly, "Heisha, your ambitions are unique, but you need to practice this poem more."

Li Mubai gently waved his folding fan, a playful smile on his lips: "Brother Hei's sword dance poem is quite unique, but you danced this autumn sentiment into a feeling of iron cavalry and icy river."

Lin Yuan smiled slightly: "Brother Hei, your sword dance is fierce, but it is also a unique artistic expression. However, if you can integrate this heroic spirit into more delicate emotions, perhaps your performance will be more moving. After all, poetry and the distance require a meticulous mind to capture the deep meaning."

Bai Sha gently patted Hei Sha's shoulder and encouraged him, "Old Hei Sha's sword dance poetry has its own unruly arrogance, which is difficult for any student to imitate. Although it deviates from the deep love of autumn, it also has its own unique flavor."

Sun Erniang also smiled heartily and agreed, "Although Heisha's sword dance poem is a bit mixed, it is also quite innovative. We, the children of Jianghu, don't have to stick to tradition."

Heisha snorted and looked at Xia Yurou and others with disdain: "My sword dance poem is so domineering." As he said that, he deliberately struck a cool pose.

Xia Yurou retorted: "What's so beautiful about it? Your sword dance is powerful, but it lacks the gentleness and tenderness of autumn."

Ren Chenxi looked at Xia Yurou tenderly: "Rou'er, don't bully Heisha, he is also a caring person."

Hearing her husband speaking for Heisha, Xia Yurou turned around and looked at Ren Chenxi who was fanning her with a fan. She stroked her belly which had not yet bulged, her face filled with the glow of motherhood, and said softly, "Prince, what did you just say? I didn't hear you. Say it again."

Ren Chenxi was frightened when he saw his beloved concubine suddenly smile at him. He glanced at Heisha sharply and quickly changed his words, "Although the sword dance is heroic, the poetic feeling needs to be delicately outlined. Rou'er is right. The autumn is full of love, and it should be matched with gentleness and tenderness to touch people's hearts. However, Er Niang is also right. Children of Jianghu don't have to mind too much. There is a long way to go. Heisha's poetry will definitely complement the autumn scenery."

Heisha's hoarse voice wailed like a ghost: "Haha, Prince, your family status is really unique! Even the title of King of Beiling has to stand aside at home!"

Xia Yurou raised her eyebrows slightly, with a playful smile on her lips: "Hey, don't forget, I am the Princess of the Northern King. In terms of official title, the prince and I are on an equal footing."

Ren Chenxi raised a wry smile and continued to send wisps of fresh breeze to Xia Yurou, his eyes full of tolerance.

Xiaoxue spoke first: "Brother Hei, you are wrong. The prince's love for my sister is as deep as the ocean. How can it be so unbearable?"

Li Mubai gently embraced Xue'er in his arms, with a smile on his face, and retorted: "Brother Hei, what you said is wrong. The love between the prince and the princess is deep and sincere, like the warm autumn sun, warm but not dazzling. How can your swordplay compare to it?"

Jiang Wan has always favored Xia Yurou, and she directly said, "The most touching love poems in the world are often hidden in ordinary companionship, and the love between the prince and Yurou is just like that."

Lin Yuan held Jiang Wan's hand and retorted, "Brother Hei, the beauty of the world lies not only in the grandeur of swordplay, but also in the delicacy of ordinary companionship. The love between the prince and the princess is like the maple leaves in autumn, which become more and more red despite the wind and frost. Their emotions do not need to be publicized, but they are enough to shock everyone who appreciates them."

Sun Erniang also restrained her smile and said sternly: "Heisha, your sword dance poem may be domineering, but it lacks tenderness. The love between the prince and the princess is the most moving poem."

Heisha looked helpless, turned his head to look at Baisha, and said aggrievedly: "Old Bai, they are bullying me again."

Bai Sha came under the maple tree and waved her hand. An invisible force seemed to pull the fallen leaves to gather towards her.

"The autumn wind blows, leaves fly, and the flashes of swords hide tenderness. I understand Lao Hei's heroic spirit. Let me use leaves as pens to paint the deep feelings of autumn and perform a different kind of dance poem."

She was dressed in a white outfit, as pure and flawless as the first snow. She took out the white phosphorus strip wrapped around her waist, which flashed coldly under the warm sun, as if it contained the biting chill of winter.

As Baisha's body spun lightly, the white phosphorus strips drew graceful arcs, like an ice snow girl dancing in the maple forest in autumn. Every wave caused the air to condense into tiny ice crystals, sparkling with a dreamy luster.

Maple leaves and ice crystals interweave, and the autumn mood and winter cold blend together, forming a picture that is both contradictory and harmonious, and breathtakingly beautiful.

Baisha danced with white phosphorus strips while chanting calmly: "The autumn wind rustles the branches with leaves, and the white phosphorus is like silk depicting autumn thoughts. When the frost comes, the leaves are not yet old, and the tenderness hides the edge of the dance in poetry."

Her figure was as light and floating as fallen leaves in the wind, as if she perfectly blended the gentleness of autumn with the coldness of winter.

White phosphorus strips draw silver tracks in the air, contrasting with the red maple leaves and the blue ice crystals, ultimately forming a breathtaking autumn ice dance picture.

Heisha couldn't suppress his inner excitement and suddenly drew out the death sickle from his waist. The blade flashed a dark and eerie black light under the autumn sun, like the deep stars in the night sky.

He then danced side by side with Bai Sha, and their movements were surprisingly harmonious, as if they were black and white twins, complementing and blending into each other.

"The autumn wind is raging, the leaves are falling yellow, and the sickle is invincible. The heroic spirit breaks through the clouds, and the black evil dances alone and shakes the four directions."

Heisha's rare voice was full of madness, and his sickle drew black lightning in the air, which intertwined with Baisha's ice crystal trajectory to form a breathtaking picture.

Baisha smiled slightly, not taking it seriously, and then recited softly: "The autumn wind is gentle, the leaves are fluttering, and the white phosphorus is depicting the long autumn. The frost and dew on the leaves make them more fragrant, and the two demons dance together to reflect the autumn light."

One is calm and composed, the other is wild and unrestrained, but the two of them blend into one in a wonderful way, which is breathtakingly beautiful.

Heisha's dance steps became more and more wild, as if he wanted to pour out all the heroic spirit in his heart into the maple forest.

"The autumn wind is strong, the leaves are flying, and the Black Evil is the most powerful in the world. With a wave of his sickle, the mountains and rivers are shattered, and he laughs happily."

The corners of Baisha's mouth curled up into a faint smile, adding icing on the cake to the wildness of Heisha: "Autumn leaves dance, the wind blows gently, Baisha accompanies you to be wild. The black light of the sickle reflects the moonlight, and the white phosphorus and silver threads depict the autumn frost. One is strong and the other is soft, and the two demons dance together until the end of the night."

The two people with completely different personalities achieved a perfect balance at this moment, just like the dark stars that suddenly appeared in the night sky, dazzling and making everyone yearn for it.

The people sitting around the stone table forgot about eating the barbecue and their eyes were fixed on the pair of figures in the maple forest.

The autumn breeze blows gently, bringing with it the rustling sound of fallen leaves, which interweaves with the occasional laughter of children in the distance, forming a warm and touching autumn picture.