Stepping on the footprints, looking at the stone, looking at the sword marks with the eyes of breaking the delusion and keeping the truth, pinching the sword technique with his hands, using his fingers as the sword, Chen Weiming made a starting move that was exactly the same as Li Qinglian in his artistic conception.`

After brewing for a long time, as a gust of wind blew, the sword rose and his fingers squeezed the true energy and mental power, and traces like sword intent were traces in the void.

"The clouds think of clothes and flowers think of appearance, and the spring breeze blows through the threshold and the dew is thick. If it weren't for the group of jade hills, they would meet under the moon on the jade platform."

Cold and arrogant, with a loneliness, a kind of lonely artistic conception. In this world, no one can compare with him, only the bright moon in the starry sky can be followed.

Another thing is also about the King of Tang, no one can compare with him in the entire West Sea continent. Li Qinglian hopes that he is not only addicted to beauty, nor is he proud of his current achievements, but also hopes that he can have the courage and courage to go out. Meeting under the moon of the Yaotai platform is no longer just this West Sea continent.

Starting from the first word "yun" to the last word "feng", the mental power is like the intent of the sword, the true energy is swimming, the same footwork, and the same artistic conception, Chen Weiming recreates the sword dance of Li Qinglian in the past.

When I finished writing the last stroke of the word "Feng", bursts of green light appeared all over my body, surging and gathering, like an endless river pouring into a huge boiler, more and more, and it was about to explode.

At this moment, I could clearly feel a force in my body about to explode, and the blue light seemed to turn into a green lotus. But Chen Weiming held back and put all the power on his fingers.

Qingping dials one move and three moves, and in the final analysis, it is still one move. If Li Zuo is allowed to perform, it should be three sword techniques, but if Li Qinglian is allowed, it may be one sword technique. What Chen Weiming wants to copy is not Li Zuo, but Li Qinglian.

"A bright red dew condenses the fragrance, Wushan is heartbroken. I want to ask who is like the Han Palace, but the poor flying swallow leans on new makeup."

This is a poem that praises the concubine. Although Li Qinglian thinks that it is not a good thing for the King of Tang to be addicted to women, she still objectively appreciates the beauty of the concubine, which is unparalleled.

In addition to admiration, there is another kind of worry hidden. Beauty is in trouble. Several famous women who appeared in the West Sea continent have made their kings greedy for beauty and abandoned state affairs.

The new swallows are flying, which is the trajectory of true qi, traversing everywhere without any obstacles.

The second sword ended, and the green light on his body was even better. The power on his fingers was also extremely terrifying, which made Chen Weiming feel unbearable, and it seemed like he was about to explode between his fingers.

Take a long breath and move to the third poem.

"The famous flowers are so beautiful that the country is happy, and the king looks at each other with a smile. "Explain the endless hatred of the spring breeze, and the agarwood pavilion leans against the railings in the north."

This may be the scene before the sword dance. The concubine danced gracefully in the sea of ​​peony flowers. The King of Tang leaned on the railing and raised his glass and smiled. Li Qinglian also sat aside.

Perhaps it was because he had been persuaded many times, or because the Tang King's attitude was too firm, he felt that being outspoken would not only not be useful, but also caused some unnecessary trouble to the friendship between the two.

I sighed helplessly and carved out what I thought in my heart on the stone in the form of sword intent.

On one side, he was addicted to beauty and wasted state affairs, weakened his national strength and even lost it, and forgot his cavalry of other countries.

Another thing is to be clear about the heart and desires, like but not addicted to it, be kind to govern the country, love the world, promote the kingly way, and make the country prosperous.

Another place is to leave the West Sea continent together and go to a wider world to create a real dynasty, rather than being this pitiful cage bird in the West Sea continent.

Li Qinglian carved all the meaning in her heart on this stone. I don’t know if it was the King of Tang that had never seen it or made a choice. In short, Li Qinglian left the West Sea continent alone.

From the word "正" to the end of "正", this time the sword marks are much more complex and powerful than the previous two poems. Chen Weiming's degree is very slow, just like moving forward in a swamp, struggling and uncomfortable.

Although Chen Weiming can control the consumption of mental power, he still dissipates very quickly and continues to flow like a rushing river.

When the sword scar demonstrated the word "Spring Breeze", a burst of pain came from my mind, as if someone was holding a hammer and hitting his head one by one. It would not be fatal in an instant, but it would hit his own pain point every time, which was extremely painful.

Give up is undoubtedly the best choice, but Chen Weiming is unwilling to do so. The artistic conception is like an enlightenment, a momentary experience, and it is mysterious. I have focused on this matter these days and worked hard to do everything I can to say.

The whole person's energy is in a very delicate state. Once you give up at this time, even if you repeat the same thing after recovery, you may not be able to repeat the matter.

Needless to say, the power of the Qinglian Sword Song is no longer enough. The coldness and ruthlessness of Yanyun Pavilion also made Chen Weiming feel something. Especially as Ming Dao said, because of the identity of the awakened person, he has been deliberately treated by Yanyun Pavilion and does not give him any chance to escape from difficulties and difficulties.

Without others' explanation, he could also imagine that the final trial would either be extremely dangerous or he would be specially targeted. The purpose of Yanyun Pavilion is to tap the potential of the killer apprentice as much as possible. If he cannot reach the extreme, the one who dies will inevitably be himself.

Chen Weiming dared not slack off, nor did he dare to have a chance at all. He didn't waste much time here, so he had to find out whether he could learn the Qinglian Sword Song as soon as possible. If he could, it would be good. If he couldn't, he would have to find another way.

After the word "Spring Breeze", Chen Weiming forced himself to continue, writing one by one, one stroke at a time. When he wrote the word "Hate", his whole body was trembling and it was difficult to adjust himself. Blood in his eyes was pouring down, flowing down his face, spreading and spreading.

My body sweats like rain until my whole body turns red and my skin even feels cracked, as if it is about to explode.

You can't stop... a voice in your heart was shouting. Although you were already a little confused, Chen Weiming knew clearly that if you couldn't walk through today, it would be even more difficult next time. Once there was a shadow in your heart, you would be afraid and fear until you lost your courage.

I gritted my teeth and wrote two words with difficulty after the word "hate".

"Chenxiang Pavilion North" was red all over, like a burning old iron, with blood dripping, and a burst of squeaking sounds, steamed into blood. The green lotus was instantly dyed into a blood lotus, which was extremely terrifying.

It's only a little bit, a little bit... There is a voice roaring in my heart, only three words. It can be done a hundred steps, ninety-nine and a half, and the last three words seem to have become an insurmountable gap, extremely difficult.

When Chen Weiming wrote the last stroke of the word "�", he felt a pain all over his body, as if he was hit by someone with a heavy hammer. He vomited blood, let out a whimper, and his eyes became dark and he fell straight down.

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