After Wu Renhaqin finished singing, there was silence on the hillside.◇↓◇↓Little◇↓◇↓Small◇↓

Everyone seemed to be trapped in a beautiful ethereal.

In fact, this is also a kind of thing that is rare.

If Wurenhaqin sang not the grassland folk songs they had never heard before, but wrote poems like them.

So no matter how good she did, everyone would at most exclaim, and it turned out that the Tartars could write poems...

But they certainly wouldn't appreciate it like this.

Because there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts, only when Wu Renhaqin wrote famous quotes throughout the ages will everyone be convinced.

Otherwise, it would be better to write the poem yourself...

But the grassland songs are different. Although the lyrics are simple, the emotions are sincere. In addition, the grassland tunes that are obviously different from the Qin Dynasty in the tune are very novel and attractive.

Everyone was on the grassland on the hillside again, letting the Buddha really sit on the grassland, feeling relaxed and happy.

In the dark blue night sky, the moon is charming, and the hillside is brightly lit.

The warm night breeze gently brushed across everyone's faces with the fragrance of flowers.

A few frogs cries came from the pond not far away, and in the distance, there were cicadas cries faintly...

The warm wind makes people intoxicated.

...

"Hehehe! Sister Yangmei, when I often use only one horse as a bride price, how could I be so stingy?

Don't worry, I will use a hundred horses and a thousand sheep as a bride price! If it's not enough, I have silver!"

People who hate always appear, a hateful voice full of worldly atmosphere, destroying the slightly drunken atmosphere.

"Hate!"

"hateful!"

"Shut up……"

The sound of slaughtering came one after another, making Wurenhaqin interesting to watch and laughed out loud.

Jia Huan laughed and said, "All of you are fantasies, and your feelings are so rich. Don't think about it for a while, and then move yourself and cry..."

As soon as these words were said, Lin Daiyu, whose eyes were slightly red, turned red with a pretty face, and she gave Jia Huan a look in anger.

“The bayberry sings really well.”

"It sounds nice, the artistic conception is beautiful, and it is also very sad."

“Life on the grassland is so beautiful…”

No one was willing to pay attention to the annoying Jia Huan and praised Wu Renhaqin.

This made Wurenhaqin laugh very sweetly.

"Third brother, everyone writes poems and sings songs. You just don't do anything. How can this be done?"

Some people are still willing to pay attention to Jia Huan. Jia Baoyu, who is adjacent to Xue Baoqin, suddenly looked at Jia Huan and said with a smile.

After saying that, he whispered to Xue Baoqin: "Sister Qin, you came late, I don't know that my third brother's songs are also very good!"

Xue Baoqin was stunned when she heard this, thinking that she had heard it wrong.

In this era, those who sing music and opera are a low-ranking profession.

Of course, the fun of girls or children does not count in the house.

But Jia Huan is not a girl or a child.

Seeing Xue Baoqin's bright eyes and white teeth full of surprise, Jia Baoyu became more and more happy and said, "It's really true, I used to say a long story. Look, he will keep singing songs later. It's quite nice. He has also sent songs to his sisters, and I used to..."

Thinking of the song "A Sister Lin fell from the sky", Jia Baoyu's face suddenly became dark.

However, when he glanced gently, his beautiful eyes were filled with happiness. He only looked at Lin Daiyu who was looking at Jia Huan. He smiled softly and turned to Xue Baoqin and said, "You will hear it when the days are long. Every sister has it. Although it is not elegant, it is very interesting."

Xue Baoqin nodded and smiled, "If this is true, Brother Huan will be a great talent..."

Jia Baoyu curled his lips and said, "It's all what he heard from outside, not what he did...

But it's strange that I specially ordered the servants and followers to go to the streets, and even went to the village outside the city to inquire, but I had never heard of these songs.

But the third brother clearly said that he heard it from outside, strange...

But I can be sure that it was not what he did, so he only knew a little word, just like his second sister-in-law, haha!"

Upon hearing this, Xue Baoqin nodded gently and smiled...

...

Jia Baoyu's cheering just now made the sisters excited and followed them.

Even Xiao Xichun was giggling and asked the third brother to perform one.

Shi Xiangyun shouted hard, and it was very lively for a while.

Jia Huan was not panicked at all and said proudly: "Want to listen to the song? No way!

Sister Yangmei sang so well. If I sing it again, wouldn’t it be a shame for myself?

You guys think about good things..."

"Dare you dare to pay your debts? Be careful with your skin!"

Shi Xiangyun was chivalrous, putting one hand on his hips and waved his small fist with the other, threatening fiercely, causing everyone to laugh.

Jia Huan smiled proudly and said, "It's not a man who has to pay owes his debts. However, I neither write poetry nor sing music. I dance my sword!"

"Sword Dance?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this. Shi Xiangyun looked around and said, "Where is your sword?"

Jia Huan laughed, got up and came to an open space, then rushed to the back of a huge rock on the east side of the hillside and shouted: "Come on the sword!"

"yes!"

Just as everyone was surprised, a crisp response suddenly came from behind the stone, and then everyone saw two small and large figures running out from behind the stone. The smaller figure, holding a sword in his hand, ran over with a giggle.

It is Xiao Jixiang and Xiangling who left before.

Jia Huan said proudly: "I had expected you to have this trick, so when Xiao Jixiang left just now, I quietly instructed her to send her sister-in-law back and let her take my sword! Hahaha!"

Xiao Jixiang smiled happier than him. How could she be absent for such a lively event?

After holding the sword to Jia Huan, she pulled Xiangling to Jia Huan's previous seat and sat down.

After everyone sat down again, Jia Huan drew out his sword and posed in a very sexy sword-raising posture, which immediately received a burst of applause.

Of course, it was mainly because his biggest childcare was here, and Xiao Jixiang and Xiangling were applauding and applauding hard below, and the others were not willing to give face...

However, Jia Huan still has real skills in his body.

A set of "Liuyun Sword Technique" passed down from Wuyuan was so superb that Jia Huan was used to be elegant and free.

Under the moonlit night, the sword is filled with cold light, like pear blossoms falling and snow flying.

However, with the rise of Jia Huanwu, a trace of murderous aura gradually appeared in the sword force.

The sisters' cheers gradually stopped, and they all stared at Jia Huan alone as if he was agile and dancing alone.

Sometimes it rises into the sky, as if it wants to pick the stars and embrace the moon.

Sometimes it rolls on the ground, as sensitive as a fairy ape.

Apart from the sound of swords and winds, there is no more noise.

However, at this moment, Xue Baoqin suddenly stood up, looked at Jia Huanwujian's figure, and recited aloud under the slightest surprise of everyone:

"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou frost and snow are bright.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, as cool as a meteor.

Kill one person in ten steps, and do not stay for a thousand miles.

After the matter, I left with my clothes and hid my name.

I was idle after Xinling drinking, take off my sword and cross my knees in front of me.

He ate Zhu Hai with roasted rice and held a cup to persuade Hou Ying.

Three cups of wine are so proud, but the five mountains are so light.

After blurred eyes and ears, the spirit is simple and bright.

Handan was shocked first when he saved Zhao Hui's golden hammer.

Two heroes of thousands of years have been admired by Daliang City.

Even if the dead man is fragrant, he will not be ashamed of the heroes in the world.

Who can write to you, the Taixuan Sutra of the White-Headed Head."

When Xue Baoqin recited the last sentence "Who can write to you? The White-Shou Taixuan Sutra", Jia Huan rose into the air, raised his sword and stabbed the moon, as if he wanted to cut through the void.
To be continued...