[Comprehensive martial arts] The wind and smoke leave incense

Lu Xiaofeng once sat on the high platform of Bai Yujing, and heard Lu Jingyan's melodious and elegant piano music. The music seemed to have its own soul, free and warm, agile and elegant.

He had also heard Huamanlou and his younger sister's music accompanied by music, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it has a melodious sound, and the lingering lingering sound is not an exaggeration.

It's just that no matter what kind, it's all memorable.

It was the first time he knew that the lyre, which was so beautiful to his ears in the past, could also produce such an unpleasant sound.

Seriously, isn't it because the enemy's voice is so deaf that the enemy is tortured so painfully that he wants to kill himself?

The reinforcements mentioned by the emperor came from the generals stationed in the south for generations, but no matter how fast the horse was whipped, it could not be rescued that day.

Lu Xiaofeng ran all over the city to attract many knight-errants, and the people in the same city spent a lot of energy to hold on for one night.

For the first time, he realized that there are no heroes in front of the country.

Because everyone is a hero.

Lu Jingyan didn't restrain himself any longer, and took out his fairy cave guide. His magnificent lightness skill and the guqin exuded a light red fierce light. In the dark night sky, the sound of the piano was lingering, but no one could appreciate the high mountains and flowing water, the song of spring and white snow. The only ones were the soldiers who fell down howling one after another.

The opposite of the prime minister's army is the defenders in the city.

When the war started, I don't know how many people in the rivers and lakes were quite disdainful of this delicate-looking young girl with a weak figure, and even spoke out to drive her away.

Now, the one who suppressed them at the beginning was this girl who laughed off all their words.

They couldn't hear the sound of the piano, but they could see the light-colored inner force hanging around the girl's body in the air.

After all, Lu Jingyan was still a mortal. She lowered the banner according to the emperor's command at the beginning, and the defenders cheered behind her.

People in the Jianghu are difficult to tame, and the little emperor didn't mean to force them to guard the city.With Lu Jingyan's domineering opening, the following is the scene of those people from the rivers and lakes.

When it landed on the city wall, Lu Jingyan's face was already ashen.

Lu Xiaofeng put his arms around his younger sister, pulled her to a relatively safe place, and helped her adjust her internal energy.

When Lu Jingyan's internal strength recovered a little, he got up and noticed the little emperor beside him who had been staring at her for an unknown amount of time.

The little emperor's eyes were as clear as ink, and his eyebrows were straight as swords, like a brave and resolute emperor, which made people feel good at first glance.

"Your Majesty." Lu Jingyan stood up, hugging his guqin in a salute neither humble nor overbearing.

The little emperor's attention seemed to be more focused on the other end of the qin: "Good sword." He said so.

"Your Majesty also has a good sword." Lu Jingyan looked at the little emperor and laughed softly.

The little emperor wondered: "I don't have a sword on me."

"In comparison, it's a sword." Lu Jingyan frowned, looking at the little emperor with the pampering and anticipation of an elder looking at a younger generation, "Your majesty's awe-inspiring spirit, your majesty's calm demeanor, and the integrity in your majesty's heart to rule the world are The sword. The sword of the Son of Heaven, a mortal cannot grasp it."

The little emperor, who was praised so much, seemed to have thought of something. He looked at Lu Jingyan and said, "Father once told me about Qing."

Lu Jingyan just smiled: "Jingyan," slightly regretted, "This is the last door here."

"Is it because my Zhu family didn't do well?" He frowned with deep self-blame.

"Your Majesty," Lu Jingyan laughed, "Jing Yan was born into this world because of His Majesty, Your Majesty has done enough."

The little emperor wanted to ask again, but Lu Jingyan didn't intend to continue: "The daughter of the people is willing to serve His Majesty and do the work of dogs and horses."

"Miss Gao Yi," the emperor looked at Lu Jingyan who was standing on the side, "It is my honor to have such a chivalrous person like a girl to help me." He smiled gently and gently, but it was hard to conceal the aloofness of the emperor.

"I...was born here." Lu Jingyan looked at the top of the tall city wall faintly, unable to tell her joys and sorrows, "Step out from here, no matter how beautiful the scenery outside is, it's not as good as my home."

What she looked at seemed to be the besieged Chun'an County, and it seemed to be the shaky and disputed dynasty of Yuhi.

She was just talking about her reasons, not for money, nor for being a marquis.

"I used to have my kind, but most of them are gone now."

Having said that, Lu Jingyan smiled lightly, with a graceful arc drawn at the corner of his mouth, and lightly bowed to the emperor standing there, "I was born because of your majesty. Now, I will be your majesty and offer some strength .”

Lu Xiaofeng didn't interrupt, he just stood there looking at Lu Jingyan like this, and he didn't hide his slightly disappointed expression.

He just stood there, watching Lu Jingyan being lifted up by the young emperor, but what he remembered was the oath she made looking at the water of Qiandao Lake so many years ago.

"I would like to join hands with all the nobles to straighten the wind of the world and put an end to evil things."

That was the reason why he wanted to venture into the Jianghu in the first place, because there was a woman who told him about the prosperous Tang Dynasty a hundred years ago.

Birds in the sky spread their wings and fly, hovering above the city and disappearing behind the colorful clouds in the blue sky. The army outside the city is like dark clouds pressing down on the city, but they can't stop the arrogance of the knights on the city wall.

In front of the country and the emperor, all people are the same, only when the world is peaceful, can they wanton in the rivers and lakes.

"Hand over the faint king," shouted the general in armor, "abandon your weapons and don't kill!"

Hearing this, Lu Jingyan laughed loudly, drew the guqin in an almost impossible arc in the air, and carried it behind his back.Then he jumped up with a light tap of his toes: "If you want to fight, stand!"

She said so, standing on the city wall splattered with the enemy's blood, like a knife out of its sheath, no longer hiding its strength, sharp and unstoppable.

The woman was standing on the city wall, talking and laughing in an elegant manner, as if the peak was so high and the abyss was bottomless: "My girl is from Changge's family, Jingyan of the Lu family!"

In this world, the light and shadow flow, the long river of time keeps flowing, the axles and wheels of people and horses never stop turning, a cycle of reincarnation, the world changes, and the old things are gone, but there are always things left, and there are always things that have not changed.

The prosperity of the Tang Dynasty is no longer, and the brothers and sisters of the past have also fallen, but something has been handed down to the world.

The world doesn't see Tiance's horse and spear, and the world doesn't see the sword hidden like autumn frost.

People in the world don't know that Mingjiao has ghosts and ghosts, and people in the world don't know that the five poisons are bewitching sentient beings.

The world doesn't hear the pure yang, the universe, the yin and yang, and the world doesn't hear the splendor of thousands of flowers and fireworks.

The world doesn't know how the gang of beggars bring wine to the rivers and lakes, and the world doesn't know the seven beautiful women and butterflies dancing gracefully.

The world doesn't know that Tangmen's mechanism is exquisite, and the world doesn't know that Shaolin Sanskrit music is intoxicating.

People in the world don't know that Cang Yun, swords, shadows and shields fly, and people in the world don't know that bullying swords hit tripods and snakes.

Now Chang'an is no longer there, the king is no longer there, the old people are no longer there, and singing and dancing are no longer there.

There are still long songs here, and I wish to drink three hundred poems, praising the great rivers and mountains of the Central Plains.

The author has something to say:

Emmm...

To put it simply, Changge has become a master~

In the next chapter, La Chuxiangshuai will come out and take a look around.