Jade blood gun

Just when Wang Wu filled another spoonful of wine and poured it into the cup, the iron arrow thrown by the second person fell to the same side as Zheng Yi's arrow, bringing the whole diabolo together and falling into the water.

Shouting in unison, the man shook his head again and again, picked up the wine cup, poured it into his mouth quite boldly, picked up the second iron arrow and hit the wine bottle with his backhand, echoing the tune and singing in a long voice: "Only the grass and trees are scattered, and I am afraid of the beauty's twilight. Take a gallop and gallop, come to my Taoist first!"

The song of Lisao, with the beauty of plants and trees, expresses one's feelings and aspirations.There are plants and beauties here, and no one will admit that they have no ambitions. Once this sentence comes out, everyone will applaud.

And Guo Jia was turning back his wrist at this time, with the blade stretched obliquely, following the meaning of his poem, the sword stretched and changed rapidly, and it circled and pointed directly at the sky.

After the first encounter, the people behind were even more energetic. Anyway, if you miss the pot, you can only talk about poetry while drinking.The banquet was originally for drinking, and there were all Confucian classics families who had a close relationship with Zheng Xuan. They chanted at the festival, elegant and carefree.Even Chen Kuang threw several arrows, quite satisfied.

Zhao Yun was taking advantage of the excitement, borrowing the posture of drinking glass after glass, and asked Wang Wu carefully about the situation of the swordsman and why she appeared here.

Seeing that he drank seven or eight cups in one breath in order to maintain the movement of raising his sleeves to cover his mouth, Wang Wu couldn't help but frown and stop him: "Drink less, just take a small sip every time to make a show. Didn't persuade you to drink, why are you in such a hurry to drink?"

Zhao Yun's eyes were clear, without any hint of drunkenness, but the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily: "Okay." Yiyan took a sip and put down the wine cup in his hand.

Wang Wu was about to make a gesture, but he didn't know that the diabolo was brought by someone's arrow, and it flew in front of them.

Guo Jia danced the sword continuously, no one was able to hit the second arrow in the diabolo, and the cycle went on and on, the banquet was half drunk.For a moment, everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Yun.

Wang Yu had no choice but to swallow the words she had just said, and quickly raised her eyes to look at everyone's faces.Curious, disapproving, even provocative, all kinds of expressions, none of them are the same.Hastily lowered his eyes, picked up an iron arrow, held it in both hands, and handed it to Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun suddenly felt a bit competitive, smiled slightly, and raised his eyebrows lightly.

He weighed the weight of the arrow, but he didn't aim it as hard as the others at the banquet, he just turned back his wrist and threw the arrow out.

He used his strength very skillfully, the iron arrow almost flew out of the short distance, the angle was extremely low, and the speed was not fast. When it hit the edge of the diabolo, it was just exhausted, and it was almost gently inserted by an invisible hand at an angle. Among them, the other iron arrow just formed into a horn.

The diabolo was dragged by the weight of the iron arrow and turned around again, but it stood firmly on the water.

Wang Wu let out a soft "Ah" before she put down the wine spoon and her hands hanging under her sleeves couldn't help but climbed up to the corner of Zhao Yun's clothes, her eyes lit up, and she looked up at Zhao Yun in amazement, with admiration and disbelief in her eyes The expression on Zhao Yun's lips deepened the smile.

However, just as everyone cheered in unison, Guo Jia suddenly returned his sword.As if responding to the thundering sound, the sword's glow soared, turning into a light curtain, and the tip of the sword slashed across the water, and with a bang, a splash was created.

The water surface vibrated, causing the diabolo to sway along with it, and the two long arrows inside slid a little, and the balance that had just been reached was immediately broken, the diabolo tilted, and finally fell over.

Wang Wu's heart tightened, and the smile on Zhao Yun's face faded. He held Wang Wu's wrist with one hand, and the fingers of the other hand caught the iron arrow left on the table.Wang Wu clearly felt his body tense up in an instant, like a hunting beast, ready to go, ready to fly out at any time and bite the prey's throat.

There was a sudden silence at the table.

However, the knife and axe they expected did not appear. Instead, everyone who was dumbfounded just now came back to their senses: "This...how does this count?"

"Guo Fengxiao clearly did this on purpose!" The person who just made fun of it just now speaks clearly and is filled with righteous indignation.

However, Guo Jia's sword light turned back, and a ray of light pointed straight at his head and face, and he immediately swallowed the second half of his sentence obediently.

The corridor was still silent.Looking at Zheng Yi sitting tall again, he laughed and pointed at Guo Jia, shaking his head repeatedly, but didn't speak.

Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows, let go of the hand holding Wang Wu's wrist calmly, and patted the back of her hand lightly.Then he laughed loudly: "This is a show of helping wine, don't spoil everyone's interest because of it." As he said, he proudly held the wine cup, hung it in the air, and drank it all in one gulp.

Wang Wu conveniently refilled it for him, but heard Chen Kuang who was seated next to him sigh anxiously.Turning his head to look, Chen Kuang was also looking sideways, shaking his head slightly, his face full of disapproval.

Sure enough, before the wooden spoon in Wang Wu's hand was put down, a thin man on the opposite side brushed off his sleeves, put down his crown on his head, and took the lead in attacking: "Victory is victory, and loss is loss. General Zhao deserves to fight Heroes, simply heroic! I think this poem after drinking must also carry the prestige of the battlefield, I will wait for advice."

Yan poetry?Zhao Yun was taken aback.He practiced martial arts since he was a child, and joined the army when he was young, determined to repay his ambition and his confidant in the troubled times.I do have history reading, but how can I find the time to read those poems about the beauty of grass, trees and beauties?

If he refers to the poetry of things and words, then he can only refer to the whole city as a thing, and quote history as a poem. I am afraid that as soon as the poem is uttered, the feast of the guests and hosts in this harmonious fire will immediately be eliminated in the atmosphere of fighting and killing. Exhausted.

Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly felt her sleeves being pulled lightly. Wang Wu's smiling eyes were like the crooked moons in the sky twined, and she spoke like pearls: "General, don't disturb the joy at this moment with your murderous spirit." Yu, referring to storytelling poems, can a concubine do it for me?"

We have been together for more than a year, when did Zhao Yun see Wang Wu recite poems, compose Fu, practice calligraphy and read volumes?

Scholars have banquets, and when they write poems together, they often use the beautiful women around them as the theme, and the women's music and poems are not considered presumptuous.

Wang Wu's words were modest, she laughed before she spoke, she was indescribably soft and well-behaved, but Zhao Yun knew that those clear eyebrows and eyes were as black as ink, clear and transparent, like a spirit born out of this world, fresh and agile, turning the touch of The cunning was well hidden in his eyes.

Pulling out the iron arrow from Zhao Yun's hand, Wang Wu glanced at the provocative man.On a frame that had been hollowed out by the color of wine, his pale face was slightly flushed, his eyes were like hyenas in groups of animals staring at fresh meat, and there was an undisguised gleam at the corner of his lips. Sarcasm, opened slightly.

Zhao Yun was out of tune with this kind of open and secret fighting, openly ridiculing and secretly sarcastic banquets of aristocratic families.Referring to things and poetry, he talks about history and soldiers, which will inevitably attract unkind ridicule.

However, Wang Wu can't use a single word of Tang poetry and Song Ci that has been written for more than 1000 years.On this occasion, the more brilliant she is, the next moment, the man will spit out even more ugly words of ridicule.

Wang Wu's eyes fell on the figure holding the sword, the light of the sword gradually slowed down, and the clothes fluttered, Guo Jia was obviously waiting for her to speak.

The smile on her face deepened, imitating the movements of the famous scholars at the table when they spoke poems, and waved her wrist.There was a sound of gold and stone, and the iron arrow hit the wine bottle. In the long echo, he slowly said: "The crouching dragon and the leaping horse will end up in the loess..."

Sure enough, as soon as the sentence was uttered, Chen Kuang, who was seated next to him, immediately frowned, and turned his head to wink at Zhao Yun by raising his glass to drink.The provocative man even let out a sneer without giving any face: "What a pointing poem..."

He originally wanted to say in the second half of the sentence: "Isn't this what Zhao Zilong is talking about?" But he didn't want Wang Wu to wait for him to finish, and immediately continued the next sentence: "Beauties still sing and dance under the tent."

Chen Kuang shook his hand holding the cup, and just as the wine touched his lips, he suddenly gasped, a few drops of wine slipped down his throat, and he broke out into a severe dry cough.The sword in Guo Jia's hand also trembled, and the smooth brilliance paused abruptly where it was about to be collected.

This is an online song of later generations, the lyrics are mixed with poems, and there is no original artistic conception, but the literal meaning is neat and neat, and the upper and lower lines are even more ironic and interesting.

Wang Wu took it out at this time, in terms of artistic conception, it is far inferior to the poems and prose selected by everyone in the seat, and in terms of mind, it is even worse.But the man's ridicule was diverted from Zhao Yun to Guo Jia, which was very appropriate.

Who is leaping horses on the battlefield, and who is dancing swords under tents!

In the sword light, even though Guo Jia was indifferent and unruly, sword dancing was said to be a song and dance, and also a beauty, so he couldn't help but be a little bit dumbfounded.

Unexpectedly, the action of retracting his wrist and drawing the sword has not yet been completed, Wang Wu suddenly remembered that the human words and poems at the table just now were all four sentences.So she thought for a while, and said the last two sentences: "The car is rumbling, the horse is Xiaoxiao, and the red apricot branches are full of spring."

There was only the constant sound of "Puffing" of wine being sprayed at the banquet, and Chen Kuang coughed so badly.

Guo Jia's hand trembled slightly this time, and when the sword turned around, he dropped it.The long sword drew a bright silver light in the air, turned around, and flew obliquely towards Zhao Yun'ao.

Zhao Yun reacted very quickly, before he could stand up, he dragged Wang Wu back and hid him behind him.He casually picked up the last iron arrow and placed a letter in front of him.

With a crisp sound of "ding", a stream of autumn water turned towards the sky.He fell headfirst, brushed down several sides, and the long sword fell to the ground with a bang. After seeing the momentary tension on Wang Wu's face, he looked around and showed a bit of bewildered expression again.

Guo Jia squinted his eyes, Shi Shiran smiled and cupped his hands to Zhao Yun and said, "Jia is not good at learning, so laugh at the Fang family."

With a light and casual tone, there is no discernible emotion or anger, and there is no trace of humility in the self-modest words.Although there was still a smile on his handsome face, his eyes were like the clear stream in front of him under the night, with only a little bit of fire reflected, making it hard to see the depth.

Wang Wu suddenly remembered the scene when she met Guo Jia for the first time outside Xindu City more than a year ago.He moved forward and retreated freely while talking and laughing, but in the gentle and indifferent, it was like the spring cold that suddenly returned, with a cold edge, like a white jade knife out of the box.It is jade, and it is also a knife.

Wang Wu became more and more sure that the ostentatious celebrities, the provocative and willful advisers, and the figures dancing swords at banquets were all just the appearances that Guo Jia deliberately let them see.

The author has something to say: This song is called——Self-hanging Southeast Branch

Definitely recommend listening to it!Especially the lyrics, so happy~

I didn’t see Guo Jia’s plan, it’s right, it’s not because IQ is in a hurry~ I won’t tell you the outline of this paragraph. I wrote all kinds of materials for a whole week!If it's revealed so quickly, I'm going to cry to death~ Humph~

Notice~ Originally, this chapter was going to be bloodthirsty~ But it was disturbed by the young couple flirting, so I had to put down the chapter~ Ho Ho Ho ~ Roll up your sleeves and write