The moonlight fell like water in the courtyard, making everything look like a dream. At this moment, Xiao Ning was like a lone dancer, holding a long sword and dancing freely in this silver-white world.
Every swing of the sword was accompanied by a sharp sound of wind, and every movement was full of power and beauty. He tried to use this method to completely empty his mind so that he could calm down and seriously think about the complicated emotional entanglements and difficult problems in front of him.
Xiao Ning was dancing with the sword while muttering something.
"I looked at my sword by lamplight while drunk, and dreamed of blowing the horn in the camp."
"Eight hundred miles of roast meat is distributed to the subordinates, fifty strings play the music from the frontier, and the battlefield is marked by autumn..."
This is Xiao Ning's favorite poem. Xin Qiji of the Southern Song Dynasty was a perfect hero who could rule the country and bring peace to the world with his literary talent and decide the fate of the world with his military skills. It was a pity that he met the vulnerable Southern Song Dynasty. What a pity!
At this moment, he seemed to travel through time and space, resonating with Xin Qiji, and finally understood why the bold poet would be so talented and inspired to write poetry after drinking.
He swung the sword faster and faster, as fierce as a storm, and each swing of the sword brought a strong momentum. As the amplitude of the sword dance continued to increase, the poetry he recited became more and more passionate and high-pitched, like a Huangzhong Dalu, resounding through the sky.
Before long, this passionate voice spread throughout the courtyard, waking up the people who were sleeping in the house. After hearing the sound, Xiyue and Zhou Youniang hurriedly picked up Erning and walked quickly to the outside of the courtyard.
As soon as they went out, their eyes were firmly attracted by the scene in front of them. Under the moonlight, Xiao Ning, wearing a black gown, danced nimbly in the middle of the yard. His movements were smooth and flexible, and every move contained infinite power and charm. Especially the posture, just like an elegant and noble black crane, spreading its wings and soaring in the sky, beautiful and charming, intoxicating.
Seeing such a wonderful performance, Xiyue couldn't help but want to step forward and call Xiao Ning's name. However, at this moment, a slender hand as soft as jade gently rested on her shoulder.
She turned around and saw Rong Rouxue looking at her with a smile. She shook her head gently, indicating her not to disturb Xiao Ning who was concentrating on sword dancing.
So, Xiyue nodded in understanding, and then stood quietly with Yourong Rouxue and Zhou Youniang, admiring Xiao Ning's dreamy sword dance with their eyes fixed.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment. Everything around seemed so peaceful and tranquil. Only Xiao Ning's figure kept flickering and jumping under the moonlight. Just like that, the three of them watched silently for a long time...
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