Chapter 173 The Gentleman's Mysterious Style Dispels the Evil Aura

As she moved, the air around her seemed to become lively, and the branches of the Fusang sacred tree swayed gently, making rustling sounds.

The sunlight shone onto her through the gaps between the leaves. The golden light and the red sacrificial garments complemented each other, making her look like a goddess who had descended to earth.

The Moon Goddess' dance is light and graceful, and every movement is full of power and beauty.

Her fingers drew graceful arcs in the air, as if drawing mysterious runes.

Her steps were light but firm, each step in rhythm.

The divine dance gradually came to an end, and the Moon Goddess's movements became faster and faster, as if she had transformed into a golden and red lightning that shuttled around the sacred tree.

However, at this moment, something changed suddenly.

The Moon Goddess's face suddenly turned pale, and her movements began to become slow and stiff.

She clenched her teeth and tried hard to maintain the continuity of the dance, but her body began to tremble as if it was out of control.

The branches and leaves of the sacred Fusang tree no longer swayed gracefully, but became somewhat dim.

The next moment, the Moon Goddess suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and her body fell weakly to the ground.

Gongsun Ce stepped forward and helped the Moon Goddess up, "Why did you fail?"

The Moon God shook her head. "I don't know either. It seems that the Fusang God Tree rejected me. Maybe it's because I am the Moon God, representing the yin, and I have a conflict with the Fusang God Tree, which represents the yang."

After hearing the words of the Moon Goddess, Gongsun Ce looked at Feiyan unconsciously, and then he saw Feiyan shaking her head.

"The person who performs the sacrifice must be pure. I can't do that. Have you forgotten?"

Gongsun Ce helped Yueshen up and handed her over to Feiyan's care.

Gongsun Ce then came to the Fusang sacred tree and patted it, "You are quite picky about people."

Then, the Fusang sacred tree lit up. Gongsun Ce tilted his head and looked at the glowing Fusang sacred tree with a puzzled look on his face.

A piece of information then came to Gongsun Ce’s mind: Black Jade Qilin, the time has not yet come.

The Fusang sacred tree gave answers to all the questions Gongsun Ce wanted to ask.

Gongsun Ce's expression suddenly became a little puzzled, and then he came to the Moon Goddess with a puzzled expression, "The Fusang Sacred Tree told me the answer to the question."

The expressions of Yueshen, Feiyan and Yanlingji suddenly changed.

Yueshen and Feiyan looked puzzled, while Yanlingji's expression was filled with a hint of anticipation.

"His Excellency Donghuang once said that only pure girls can offer sacrifices to the Fusang sacred tree. Mr. Gongsun, are you a pure girl?"

After being puzzled for a while, Feiyan spoke with a hint of sarcasm, which made Gongsun Ce sneer.

"Haha, a man is still a boy even after he washes himself."

Facing Yan Lingji's hopeful expression, Gongsun Ce slowly gave the answer, "Your brother may be the Baiyue assassin Black Kirin, or he may just be related to him.

The answer given to me by the Fusang sacred tree was very concise, without any hints. I will send Luowang's spies to investigate, so just relax."

After hearing what Gongsun Ce said, Yan Lingji immediately threw herself into Gongsun Ce's arms with a bright smile on her face, "Young Master, how should I thank you? How about..."

Yan Lingji's subsequent words became softer and softer, but they made Feiyan, Yueshen and Nongyu blush. It was a bit too stimulating. This was opening up a new track.

They were not familiar with the old track yet, and one of them had never been on the track before.

Because the car itself cannot be familiar with the track, only the racing driver can be familiar with the track, every corner, every straight road...

At this time, Nanyue, who was still shy, accidentally glanced at the Fusang sacred tree and suddenly had an inspiration.

She sat cross-legged, her fingers inadvertently sliding across the air, as if she was playing the guqin.

As Nanyue's soulmate, Gongsun Ce heard the music that touched Nanyue's heart.

But Gongsun Ce felt that such beautiful music should not be heard by only him.

Gongsun Ce beckoned, and the guqin in the bronze chariot suddenly appeared in Nong Yu's hand.

And Nongyu's figure also floated up and fell into Gongsun Ce's arms. Gongsun Ce brushed off the dust for Nongyu, and then let Nongyu sit on his lap.

Gongsun Ce then held the guqin for Nong Yu, and Nong Yu's new song began to flow slowly from the guqin, touching the heart.

"The sun is about to rise in the east, shining on the Fusang tree beside my threshold.

I stroke my horse and drive it safely, the night is bright.

Riding the dragon chariot and riding the thunder, carrying the cloud flag and moving like a snake.

I am about to go up with a long sigh, my heart is filled with sorrow and worry.

The music and beauty of Qiang entertain people, and the audience forgets to go home..."

Gongsun Ce recited "Nine Songs: Dongjun" softly, Feiyan began to dance to the music, and Yueshen was supported by Yan Lingji.

As Gongsun Ce recited the poem, a cold wind blew and the originally clear weather was suddenly covered by dark clouds.

She was wearing a dress with a golden base, and the hem of the skirt swayed gently with her steps, like a golden light dancing in the darkness.

There was a faint smile on her face and a bright and shining light in her eyes.

Her dance is powerful yet graceful.

Her movements are agile and graceful, and every turn and every jump is full of power and beauty.

Her dance not only displays the beauty of the human body, but also incorporates the breath of nature. The sacred Fusang tree faintly echoes the red smoke.

Nongyu plucked the strings of the zither faster and faster, and the music became faster and faster, just like the moment when the sun rises and its light quickly fills the earth.

This music echoes with Gongsun Ce's poems and Feiyan's dance, forming a harmonious and unified picture.

Nongyu's piano playing is like the sound of nature, full of vitality, combining both hardness and softness, forming a perfect match with Feiyan's dance.

The sky grew darker and the wind grew stronger.

Gongsun Ce, Feiyan and Nongyu seemed to form a flowing painting.

Gongsun Ce's recitation was like the background music of the painting.

Feiyan's dance is the protagonist of the painting. With her graceful dance moves, she interprets the harmonious unity of man and God, nature and art, rationality and sensibility.

The sound of Nanyue's piano is the highlight of this painting. Her piano music and Feiyan's dance are intertwined and complement each other.

As the poem recited by Gongsun Ce gradually reached its end, Feiyan's dance became more intense, and she danced gracefully in front of the Fusang sacred tree.

Her dance was full of strength and hope. At this time, Nongyu's piano music also reached its final part. Her piano music poured down like a waterfall, forming a strong resonance with Feiyan's dance.

When Gongsun Ce finished reciting the last line of the poem, Feiyan's dance reached its climax.

She ended her dance with a perfect spin, and Nong Yu's piano music slowly faded away.

At this moment, some snowflakes suddenly fell from the sky. The snowflakes were as light as catkins, floating down from the sky in fine pieces, and melting quietly when they touched the earth.

Gradually, the snowflakes became bigger and bigger, like countless white butterflies flying in the air.

They fluttered in large numbers, interweaving and colliding in the air, making a slight rustling sound.

A thin layer of snow has begun to cover the ground.

However, as the snowflakes continued to fall, this layer of snow was soon covered by new snowflakes, as if time had frozen at this moment, leaving only this pure and flawless white world.

The wind grew stronger, carrying snowflakes spinning and dancing in the air.

"I haven't seen such a heavy snowfall in a long time." Yu Ziheng sighed unconsciously, "It seems to be to wash away the blood here."

Gongsun Ce had learned a little bit about geography before, so he knew that it was really hard to see such a grand snow scene in Bashu.

At this time, Nongyu and Feiyan had come back to their senses. Looking at the scene of snow falling all over the sky, they couldn't help but feel happy.

"Mr. Gongsun, why don't we have a snowball fight?"

Listening to Nanyue's words, Gongsun Ce unconsciously slapped Nanyue, "Wait until the snow stops before beating, you won't be afraid of catching a cold after getting wet."

Gongsun Ce and several women quickly got into the bronze chariot, which had a small mechanism to protect against the cold.

Gongsun Ce pressed the button, and the interior of the bronze chariot deformed into a small stove, with a small chimney above the stove leading directly to the outside world.

There was some firewood tied to the back of the bronze carriage, which was just right for use.

After the firewood was put into the stove, the carriage suddenly became warm. Gongsun Ce took out the small bronze pot hidden under the bronze carriage seat and placed it on the stove.

Take out the water bag from the car, pour the water into the copper pot, and start boiling the water.

Because the weather had been getting colder, there were slices of mutton that Gongsun Ce had previously cut on the bronze chariot.

After the water boiled, Gongsun Ce put the mutton slices into the copper pot in one go and started to prepare the sauce at the same time.

Of course, there are only three sauces to choose from: wild leek sauce, plum sauce and soybean sauce.

At present, sesame and chili peppers have not been introduced to the Central Plains, so the conditions are limited.

After Gongsun Ce finished mixing the sauce, he realized that Nanyue, Yanlingji, Yueshen and Feiyan were all looking at him without moving. "Don't you want to eat?"

Several women shook their heads and pointed to their lips except Yue Shen.

Gongsun Ce understood what they meant and waited for him to feed him.

Gongsun Ce first scooped up a portion of the mutton roll, dipped it in the sauce, and then handed it to Yan Lingji's lips.

"Ah, thank you, little master. It's delicious."

After Yan Lingji ate it, Gongsun Ce continued to feed her.

Inside the bronze chariot, everyone was suddenly filled with joy. Outside the chariot, even though Meng Tian was quite far away from the chariot at this moment, he could still smell the aroma of meat.

Meng Tian swallowed his saliva and began to eat his helmet soaked pot cake, but he felt a little unable to swallow it.

The snow came quickly and went away quickly. After the heavy snow lasted for an hour, the snow gradually decreased. By the afternoon, the snow had turned into sporadic falls.

Gongsun Ce opened the curtain of the carriage and looked at the snow which was gradually decreasing in intensity. He couldn't help but think of the current situation in the State of Zhao.

If the Shu Mountains were going to experience a heavy snowfall, how exaggerated would the snowfall be in Zhao State?

Just as Gongsun Ce had expected, the land of Zhao also experienced a heavy snowfall, but unlike the land of Shu, the snow in Zhao had not yet subsided.

Coupled with the biting cold wind, no one in Zhao State dared to walk outdoors.

Wang Jian was forced to retreat, and the Qin army was now huddled west of Handan, and the offensive was completely suspended.

The Qin army had their own food, which, combined with the military rations stored in the city, was enough to survive this harsh winter.

However, problems arose on the side of the Zhao army led by Li Mu.

King Qian of Zhao began to commit suicide. He first used an excuse to stop Li Mu from leading his troops into the city, and then delayed the supply of military supplies after entering the city.

Wang Jian sometimes doubted whether King Qian of Zhao was a friendly army hidden deep in the sky. Did King Zhuangxiang of Qin ask Luo Wang to replace King Qian of Zhao's core?
However, Wang Jian thought about it carefully and realized that if Luo Wang had this ability, the officials of Zhao State would have been replaced long ago. Why should he let these generals fight to the death?

It is understandable that the army was not allowed to enter the city. Before the Battle of Changping, Zhao State tried hard to gather an army of 600,000 to 700,000, but unfortunately it lost more than 400,000 troops in the Battle of Changping.

It is a question whether Zhao State still has 300,000 troops.

The army of less than 60,000 led by Li Mu at this time accounted for nearly one-fifth of the entire Zhao State's military strength.

At this time, any king would worry about whether his generals would turn against him in the middle of the battle.

What's more, the relationship between King Qian of Zhao and Li Mu was extremely bad.

On the top of Mount Shu, the snow is small but falling heavily, like willow catkins in heaven, light and graceful.

Outside the carriage, the Lord of Soldiers, Dian Wei and the former Grand Sima were covered in snow.

The three people's body temperatures were not that high when they did not take any action.

Inside the carriage, Gongsun Ce finished eating the mutton and began to close his eyes to rest. Nongyu added jujube, Codonopsis pilosula... into the soup after cooking the mutton and cooked it into a new pot of soup.

Old soup → New soup

It’s a magical process, comparable to Hu Yifei’s chocolate making in his early years.

But Gongsun Ce didn't care about these things. His heart was beating with the snowflakes falling outside the carriage.

He felt an unprecedented tranquility and harmony, as if the whole world was immersed in this white curtain of snow.

Suddenly, Gongsun Ce's heart moved and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

He captured a rhythm that can only be understood in extreme silence.

Without hesitation, he lifted the curtain, jumped out of the carriage, and found himself in this silver world.

Nanyue and Yan Lingji were very confused when they saw Gongsun Ce suddenly jumping out of the carriage, but Yueshen and Feiyan had expected it.

Nanyue's martial arts skills are average, while Yan Lingji relies solely on the fire witchcraft brought by her bloodline talent. Both of them have only a superficial understanding of martial arts.

However, Yueshen and Feiyan knew clearly that Gongsun Ce was about to reach the level of Grand Master, and Gongsun Ce had also found his own way.

Even if you don't have any feeling at this moment, there will be a flash of inspiration in the future.

Gongsun Ce is beginning to prove his own way, which in simple terms is to create the martial arts that best suits himself.

Just like the Mohist swordsmanship is most suitable for the Mohist mentality.

The Sun-Covering Sword and the Tianwen Sword on Gongsun Ce's waist were unsheathed at the same time. The swords flashed with cold light, which contrasted beautifully with the surrounding snow scene.

Gongsun Ce took a deep breath, feeling the cold air flowing through his lungs, and all the distracting thoughts in his mind were completely cleansed at this moment.

He gently waved the two swords in his hands and began to perform the sword technique he was most familiar with - the Eight-Legged Dance.

The Eight-Legged Dance requires a perfect combination of body movements and sword intentions. Every swing of the sword is like performing an ancient, elegant and solemn dance.

As he danced, the surrounding snowflakes seemed to be attracted by his sword intent, spinning and dancing around him.

Gongsun Ce's sword skills became faster and faster, and his figure moved freely among the snowflakes.

His swordsmanship is not just about swinging the sword, but also about using the sword to perceive the world and touch the pulse of life.

At this moment, Gongsun Ce's swordsmanship suddenly changed.

The Tianwen Sword performs vertical sword techniques, while the Yanri Sword performs horizontal sword techniques.

The vertical sword technique is unstoppable, while the horizontal sword technique has many changes.

His figure began to blur. In the eyes of the women, Gongsun Ce seemed to be between existence and non-existence, in harmony with heaven and earth.

Suddenly, Gongsun Ce's sword momentum changed again. This was a sword technique completely different from the Eight-Legged Dance and the Zongheng Sword Technique.

This is exactly the sword technique that Gongsun Ce had thought about but had no clue about - the gentleman's style.

The gentleman's demeanor is inspired by the gentleman's openness and righteousness, which can sweep away all evil spirits and stand proudly above the world.

It emphasizes the level of one's own cultivation and the harmony between oneself and the heaven and earth.

As long as one's own cultivation is high enough and in tune with the world enough, then this sword can sweep away everything. Swordsmanship is a way to defeat the enemy, so it's better to keep it simple.

Gongsun Ce held two swords and moved across the snow like the wind.

His sword energy blended with the surrounding snow scene, as if he was one of the snowflakes in the snow.

His sword moves were sometimes as vigorous as a waterfall, and sometimes as continuous as a long stream.

As Gongsun Ce's swordsmanship became more and more advanced, the surrounding snowflakes also began to change.

They no longer simply fell and rotated, but began to dance according to Gongsun Ce's sword intent.

They turned into silver ribbons, fluttering and circling in the air.

Gradually, these silver ribbons began to converge into a huge snow dragon.

The snow dragon swayed in the air, its body made up of countless snowflakes, sparkling with crystal light.

Its eyes were transformed from the tips of the two swords in Gongsun Ce's hands, revealing a sharp and deep light.

Gongsun Ce's sword energy and Xuelong's will achieved perfect fusion at this moment.

He seemed to have become the soul of the snow dragon, directing it to dance and tumble in the air.

Under the guidance of Gongsun Ce, the Snow Dragon continuously released powerful sword energy in all directions.

The sword energy swept through like a storm, sweeping up the surrounding snow.

The women in the carriage were shocked by this sudden change.

The Golden Fire Cavalry stationed not far away were also shocked by the momentum created by Gongsun Ce's sword dance.

The Golden Fire Cavalry, especially the commander Meng Tian, ​​were all attracted by Gongsun Ce's gentlemanly demeanor.

They watched Gongsun Ce dancing with two swords and riding the snow dragon on the snow, their hearts filled with awe and admiration.

Under the guidance of Gongsun Ce, the snow dragon continued to dance and tumble.

Its body draws graceful arcs in the air, and every dance seems to show its strength and beauty to the world.

Gongsun Ce is its soul and guide. His sword intent and the snow dragon's will are perfectly unified at this moment.

After the snow dragon rolled and rose for the last time, it suddenly turned into countless snowflakes and scattered in the air again.

Gongsun Ce also put away his swords and stood on the snow, quietly feeling the essence of Jun Zifeng's sword skills.

He does not need to rely on Junzifeng's sword intent to achieve a higher realm, but he can use Junzifeng's sword intent as a reference to make it easier for him to sublimate the five virtues and the nature of things.

Jun Zifeng's swordsmanship is so superb that he has already reached the level of a grandmaster. Combined with Gongsun Ce's state of mind, which has reached the level of a grandmaster, even if Gongsun Ce breaks through at this moment, it will be easy for him to achieve it.

However, at this time, the value of literary meaning is still higher than that of martial meaning, and Gongsun Ce is more inclined to use literary meaning to break through the unity of man and nature.

If possible, it would be great to use both as a foundation to break through together.

(End of this chapter)