Xiangshitang

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Chapter 1 The Reincarnation of Heaven, The Wind Rises in the Sky In the thirty-seventh year of King Nan of Zhou (278 BC), Bai Qi once again sent troops to attack the Chu State. The momentum was overwhelming, and his troops entered the capital of Ying. The Chu army was defeated, and King Chu Qingxiang led some ministers and great wizards to flee to the northeast in a panic. The dim light of the waning moon gently enveloped the land of Chu, and Yingdu groaned in a sea of ​​fire. The sound of war drums, shouts of death, and the neighing of horses reverberated in people's eardrums; the air was filled with the strong smell of blood, the smell of scorched houses burned by fire, and the fishy smell of burning corpses filled people's sense of smell. Thick smoke was billowing everywhere, arrows and swords were everywhere, severed limbs, piles of corpses, wailing soldiers, gurgling rivers of blood... A group of Qin soldiers rushed into Chu with their arms raised. In the ancestral temple of the country, a fire burning in the courtyard illuminates the entire ancestral temple as bright as day. The towers farther away have been set alight by rockets. The carved beams and painted pillars are crackling and burning. The fire flickers on and off, and thick smoke rises into the sky. Compared to the noise outside, it seemed very quiet, even dead. In the middle of the ancestral temple, there is an altar, which is nine feet square. Behind the altar, there are only a dozen people who look like soldiers standing there. Behind them is a set of huge chimes. The soldiers are not holding weapons, but they are playing yuise, shengxiao. A big drum stands on the left side of the soldiers, and a yellow bell hangs on the right side of the soldiers. An exquisite confession was placed at the front of the altar. There were jade and vanilla on the altar. The sacrifices were wrapped in orchid leaves and the scent of cinnamon wine and pepper pulp was exuding. Behind the confession stood a girl of about fourteen or fifteen years old. The girl was very calm, without any trace of panic or fear. Her eyebrows are as thin as the moon, her eyes are like stars, her eyelashes are long and curled, and her red lips are lightly pursed on her fair face. The large crimson sacrificial dress made her look so thin, and her black hair, which she had not yet had time to pull up, hung lightly to her waist. She was none other than Shen Yin Yuntianyi, who was temporarily acting as a great wizard to preside over this last sacrificial ceremony. The soldiers did not seem to see the Qin soldiers pouring in. Their eyes were decisive and resolute, and they looked at the girl's back quietly. The girl looked back at the soldiers, raised her right hand slightly, and suddenly a bell rang, and a magnificent and solemn music slowly rose. The girl stepped lightly, waving her broad sleeves with her hands, dancing in harmony, her red lips quivering gently: The moon will come out of the east, and the hibiscus will shine on my threshold; the horse will drive safely, and the night will be bright... The girl sings, her voice is crisp and graceful, and her voice is sonorous; the girl dances, her steps are light and fast, suddenly slow and fast. The large sacrificial clothes moved with him, flying freely, and the rings jingled. Her beautiful long hair fluttered lightly as she danced, like a waterfall. There were several loud "rumblings", and several high-rise buildings in the ancestral temple collapsed. Dust was flying in front of the court, and sparks were flying everywhere. The sound of music seemed so weak amidst the thundering sound, but the girl's dancing posture was still moving and graceful, and her singing voice was still clear and graceful, either sonorous like a bell or as gentle as a whisper. When the Qin soldiers who broke into the ancestral temple saw the scene in front of them, they forgot that they were fighting for a moment, and stood and stared blankly. Suddenly, an arrow shot through the air and killed a Qin soldier near the door. The rest of the Qin soldiers woke up from a dream and rushed towards the direction of the arrow, shouting loudly. A figure jumped from the building, a flash of sword light flashed in the night sky, and with a miserable scream, the Qin soldiers who rushed to the front fell down, blood spurting out from their necks. Qin soldiers swarmed up and surrounded the young man. The boy is about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a delicate face, a square forehead and a straight nose, eyebrows like lying silkworms, and clear eyes with a cold light. Wearing a pair of coarse green clothes, a pair of leather short boots, and a long sword in his hand across his chest. The young man whistled several times quickly, and suddenly, a dozen soldiers jumped from the palace wall to the ground and rushed over quickly. The Qin soldiers quickly fought, and the two sides fought in a massacre, with the sound of swords clashing loudly. The young man swung his long sword and quickly moved towards the altar while fighting hard. "Tianyi, follow me out of here quickly," the young man shouted, looking at Tianyi eagerly. Tianyi looked back, but the singing and dancing did not stop. An extremely bright smile appeared on her pure and peaceful face, as gorgeous as a summer flower. "The blue clouds are dressed in white neon clothes, and I raise my long arrow to shoot at the Sirius; I am surrendering after riding the arc, and I am drinking cinnamon pulp to aid the Beidou; I am galloping high with my remaining bridle, and I am traveling eastward." With the sound of drums, the girl steps up and dances, with her arms on the ground; after the sound of the bell, the girl dances with her sleeves high and low;

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