Chapter 10: The Eight-Legged Dance, the Collapse of Rites and Music

Although Han Fei thought Gongsun Ce was not joking, his sister was more important, so Gongsun Ce followed Han Fei into the King of Han's palace.

Generally speaking, princes and princesses lived in the palace before they reached adulthood, so their residences were still a certain distance away from the concubines' harem.

Under a cherry tree, cherry blossoms gently fall in the breeze, like pink clouds on the earth. In this dreamlike sea of ​​flowers.

Honglian's graceful figure and the flashing sword light form an extremely beautiful picture.

Princess Honglian was wearing a long tasseled dress, the hem of which fluttered with her movements, like a nimble red goldfish swimming in the water.

Her hair was tied up high in a bun, dotted with a few tiny cherry blossoms. The few strands of hair hanging down from her forehead fluttered in the wind, adding a touch of graceful beauty.

Her face was as delicate as a painting, and her bright eyes sparkled with determination, like two crystal clear pearls in spring water.

The sword in the princess's hand was like a silver snake, dancing flexibly in her hand.

The sword light and the sunlight intertwined to form dazzling beams of light, which only looked beautiful but actually had no lethality.

As Honglian moved, the surrounding cherry blossoms seemed to be infected by her sword energy and fell down one after another.

The falling cherry blossoms danced in the air like pink butterflies, and finally landed gently on the princess's hair, skirt and sword, adding a bit of fairy spirit to her.

Gongsun Ce asked Han Fei for his opinion, "Brother, what do you think of Honglian's swordsmanship?"

Han Fei twitched the corner of his mouth. He had never eaten pork, but had he seen a pig run?
Fu Nian's swordsmanship was not bad, and other disciples of Xiao Shengxian Zhuang also practiced swordsmanship often, which broadened the horizons of Han Fei and Gongsun Ce.

Gongsun Ce could see that Honglian's swordsmanship was simply beautiful, and Han Fei could naturally see that as well.

"Quite good looking."

"Senior brother's evaluation is very pertinent."

When Honglian's sword dance ended, her swordsmanship instructor began to applaud, "Princess Honglian is extremely talented and has superb swordsmanship. She is now ready to become a master."

Honglian snorted softly, losing herself in the praises, "Do you even need me to tell you? Go down and claim your reward."

The swordsmanship instructor thanked him profusely and left. After he walked away, Gongsun Ce's sickle-weasel brought back his voice, "It's so easy to fool. I got another fortune."

Gongsun Ce shook his head, guessing that Honglian had already equated good looks with powerfulness.

However, only swordsmanship that can kill people is good swordsmanship.

The sword of immortality of Wuming, the master of the Hanguang Sword, and Yan Lu's 50-50 swordsmanship are overclocked swordsmanship for this era.

After all, the highest realm of Mohist philosophy is universal love. The ink eyebrows that symbolize the leader of Mohist school are like a sword without an edge, which can still kill people easily.

Gongsun Ce collected his thoughts and stopped thinking about these things. After Hong Lian dismissed the swordsmanship instructor, he pounced on Han Fei, this time with precision.

After Honglian was caught by Han Fei, she looked at Gongsun Ce from time to time. When she looked at Gongsun Ce from a close distance, Honglian felt that he was even more handsome.

Han Fei patted Honglian helplessly and said, "Honglian, I have brought you the person you wanted, but let me make it clear first, my junior brother is handsome and good at playing."

"I know, stinky brother Jiu."

Han Fei winked at Gongsun Ce and said, "I'll go first. You two should get along well."

After saying this, Han Fei left immediately. He was going to find his destined other half - Wei Zhuang.

After Han Fei left, only Honglian and Gongsun Ce were left under the cherry tree, and of course there were palace maids and guards not far away.

Honglian noticed Gongsun Ce's gaze and her face flushed slightly. For a moment, she no longer looked like her usual lively, cheerful and willful self.

Gongsun Ce stretched out his hand to Honglian, "Can I borrow your sword?"

"Oh, here you go."

Gongsun Ce took the iron sword from Honglian's hand, bent his left index finger and flicked the blade. "Dang..."

The sound is melodious, but the quality is far inferior to that of the Taia Sword.

Most famous swords are not made of iron but meteorite iron, which is simply an alloy brought by meteorites.

Gongsun Ce looked at the long sword in his hand and asked, "Do you know that what you have practiced is just a fancy trick?"

"what!"

Honglian subconsciously wanted to refute that each of her sword-fighting instructors was hired at a high price.

Then Gongsun Ce made a sword flower, and the sword body flashed with cold light, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding scenery.

He slowly raised his sword and began to wield it, the tip of the sword drawing graceful arcs in the air, as agile as flowing water.

Gongsun Ce's movements were smooth and powerful, his swordsmanship was extraordinary, and every move and every style contained murderous intent.

However, his sword dancing is not simply a display of martial arts, but more like a solemn dance.

As the sword dance progressed, Gongsun Ce's aura gradually became steady. His eyes flashed with determination, as if an invisible force was supporting him.

The tip of the sword made crisp sounds from time to time as it danced.

Everything around seemed to be still, only Gongsun Ce's sword dance continued.

Every time he swung his sword, the trajectory of the sword tip in the air was like a streak of bright starlight, illuminating the entire courtyard.

With the blooming of the last sword flower, Gongsun Ce's sword dance finally came to an end.

He gently sheathed his sword, and under the cherry tree, everything returned to peace.

The petals were still falling gently, the sun was still shining on the earth, and Gongsun Ce was standing there quietly.

Honglian covered her mouth in surprise. Gongsun Ce's sword dance looked beautiful to her, but besides being beautiful, there seemed to be something else.

If Honglian carefully observes the cherry blossoms under Gongsun Ce's feet, it is not difficult to find that the cherry blossoms that fall when Gongsun Ce dances with the sword are all split into two halves without exception.

"This is also a fancy trick, but compared with your fancy trick, my fancy trick can still be a swordsmanship that kills people if I practice it seriously."

Gongsun Ce returned the sword to Honglian, who hurriedly asked the name of the sword technique, "What a beautiful sword technique, what is it called?"

"The Eight-Legged Dance is a sacrificial ritual for the emperor. Confucianists turned this dance into swordsmanship."

According to the Zhou Li in the past, this sword technique should not exist, and should not even be used, but now there are not so many requirements.

Not to mention that the Eight-Legged Dance requires thirty-two men and thirty-two women, and they even have to wear formal attire and hold pheasants and flutes in their hands.

Unless it is explained, very few people can recognize this sword technique.

In addition, this sword technique is still in its infancy. It is not some profound sword technique, nor is it a Confucian secret. It is enough to teach Honglian.

Honglian's eyes flickered, full of anticipation, "I want to learn, you teach me!"

Gongsun Ce folded his arms, "How much is the tuition?"

"Aren't you my ninth brother's junior apprentice? Do you still want tuition?"

Gongsun Ce approached Honglian, and his scorching breath instantly hit Honglian's pretty face, "Brother, let's settle the account clearly. Besides, there is no reason for Princess Honglian and I to do this, why should it be for free?"

Honglian looked down and said, "Where is it smaller? Explain it clearly!"

(End of this chapter)