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Such a perfect woman can make all the heroes compete for domination of the world, and can also bring disaster to the country and the people.

This woman resembles a beautiful woman he saw in an ancient painting.

The name of the beautiful woman in the painting is An Miaoyi, who is said to be a peerless beauty in ancient times, and has a close relationship with a certain emperor surnamed Ye.

"If there is no moon in the world, who can compare with the brilliance, if there is no wine in the world, who can relieve a thousand sorrows?" Li Bai held the Qinglian sword in his hand, waving it in the air, and one after another poetry marks appeared.

He has a graceful and vigorous posture, and he is handsome.

"In the vast sea of clouds, the long wind is tens of thousands of miles, and Dapeng rises with the wind one day, soaring up to 90,000 miles. The blazing blue sky turned into a kun, and the vast landlord rose and fell!".

This move made the pedestrians who came and went on the street hold their pace and gathered one after another.

Many people come to listen to the beautiful sound of the lute because there is a sense of instigation in the lute that makes people feel like they are in the mood.

"Good poems and good poems, accompanied by beautiful pipa sounds, are really a must in the world. The sound of clapping and clapping loudly sounded one after another.

"Contemporary people are not happy to drink, they are famous, and they are happy to have a glass of wine before their deaths, why should they be famous for thousands of years after their deaths!" Li Bai wandered on the blue lake, writing poems one after another.

The Qinglian Sword glowed, emitting a sword aura.

The blue lake is magnificent, and next to it is a piece of Qionglou jade, looming, surrounded by night and mist, and the floating lanterns are shining and flickering.

"It's really like coming to Asgard, and it is said that there are people dancing swords. "Someone admired.

"Naturally, this is Chang'an City, and it is close to the Imperial City, Chang'an City is a peaceful land, it can be regarded as a historical god city, and people with all kinds of talents must want to show their hands here. "

"Yes, Chang'an City is a place where heroes from all walks of life gather, and entertainment and pastime are really unique in the world. "

For a while, people from other areas came one after another, some flew directly, some could only walk, and as soon as they came, they saw a handsome beautiful man dancing a sword in the night sky, and the fragrance of a beautiful woman wafted out of the boat, and they immediately fell in a daze and indulged in it.

"If the sky does not love wine, the wine star is not in the sky. "

"If the earth does not love wine, there shall be no fountain of wine on the earth. "

Li Baihao was uninhibited, and drank the second jar of wine for a while.

"Heaven and earth love wine, and love wine is worthy of heaven. "

"The wine is like a man in a boat, elegant and dusty. "

"I have heard that it is more holy than the sage, and the road is turbid as virtuous. "

"I have heard that I have dreamed of immortals again, and I want to ascend to the top of immortals. "

"A thousand cups can't get drunk, only I am a wine and sword fairy!".

Immediately after the third jar of wine.

"Well, it's really a hero. The man in black once again took out ten jars of fine wine from the jade boat.

"Hahahaha...... Come on, do it!".

"The wine will be poured in, and the glass will not stop. A song with Jun Song, listen to ...... for the time being".

Li Bai drank so much, but the poetry and sword dance were a must, and some people originally admired Yang Yuhuan's appearance, but they were attracted by him.

Li Bai began to dance the sword, and the overlapping sword shadows were like rows of poems, which was really a wine sword fairy in the world.

"Walking the horse star across Bai Yu'an, the battle is over the battlefield and the moonlight is cold. "

The sound of the sword is sonorous and powerful, turning in the air, and the poetry of the wind floats out, and suddenly the pen falls into a storm, and the poem becomes a crying ghost.

"The sound of the iron drum at the head of the city is still shaking, and the blood of the golden knife in the box has not dried up!"

The reappearance of the peerless beauty by the Qujiang River caused a greater sensation.

The sound of the pipa is like flowing water, pouring out the heart: a beautiful woman born in the north, peerless and independent, and captivating the country and the city.

It has been many days since she came to Chang'an, and this is the second time she has come out to show her talent to the world and seek her own happiness.

"There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent, looking at the city and the country. Some people secretly sighed that his name was Du Fu and he was also an outstanding poet.

The girl who plays the pipa is only seventeen or eighteen years old, and her body is slender and slender, like a fairy jade carefully carved.

And the temperament is cold and glamorous, like snow skin, and the long eyelashes seem to be frosty, like Chang'e in the Moon Palace, which is favored by people alone.

Resonant chords tug at people's heartstrings. Let them reminisce about the good old days.

Many travelers have forgotten that their bodies are so tired, and they have spent their lives on the battlefield, the Silk Road, and forgotten their homeland.

Seeing the street scene of Chang'an at night, everyone remembered their birthplace.

Chang'an City, let them forget that they are alone.

It's so peaceful that people leave behind the painful memories of the past and enjoy the happy time.

The wonderful thing is not the mystical sound, but the melody that emits sound and movement, like ripples, allowing them to see different scenes.

If the ruins of the memory are gradually restored, they will reappear like a mirage.

The citizens of Chang'an also listened to this beautiful music.

Strangely, the same music depicts a different scene in front of everyone's eyes: the morning bell and dusk drum reverberate in Chang'an City, and the whole city is brilliant, as if it is not in the world.

Di Renjie, the magistrate in the crowd, was confused, was the string sound of the pipa trying to confuse himself?

No, there is no sign of wavering in my mind, but I really feel the appearance of the most beautiful Chang'an prosperous era in my dreams day and night from the music.

The music drifted into the elegant courtyard not far from the Changle Fang.

A young man stopped playing chess and raised his head elegantly in confusion, while a peony priest next to him was unmoved, still focusing on the five-colored stars in his hand.