Cao Tongpu danced alone, and showed his best skills, making the sword dance tight, cold and murderous intent. Several literary generals who were close to him could not help but dodge, otherwise they would easily be killed in the bones and were seriously injured.

Yue Heng was not stingy and gave most of the shock to Deputy General Cao, who was immersed in Xiang Yu's martial god, and used all his strength to sing the song of the Overlord loudly.

The sound penetrated the Zhenyuan Army's camp. Under Yue Heng's sky-shaking hammer, the sound of drums spread throughout the foot of Chuhua Mountain. Many people heard the shocking drums and couldn't help but leave the camp and look towards the Zhenyuan Army.

"That's... "Farewell My Concubine"!" Bian Gaoyang ran out of the camp, quickly distinguishing the familiar rhythm, and his expression changed drastically.

"It turned out to be the tune of "Farewell My Concubine", and it was so shocking. Could it be that the original creator Yue Heng performed it himself?" King Lan Hui, who was drinking with the staff, also heard it, and guessed this possibility, and immediately sent a spy to Zhenyuanjun to inquire about the news.

"This year's literary competition is full of variables. I'm afraid no one in our army can show off more than Yue Heng..." King Qi Qian, who was reading a book with a book in surprise, put down the book, smiled bitterly, and said enviously: "This is so lucky to fight!"

"Shit! What "Farewell My Concubine"? The evil words confuse the public!" This is an envious person who hates jealousy. The swearing general broke a wine glass and shouted angrily: "Who in the Zhenyuan Army, if you dare to come forward tomorrow, I will not fight him to death!"

The royal hunting ground at the foot of Chuhua Mountain heard this drum sound, and the rhythmic drum sounds could also be felt in the royal temple on the mountain.

In the quiet room, Su Weiwei, who was silently reciting scriptures, her heart trembled slightly, and she suddenly exclaimed. The scriptures in her hand fell to the ground, and tears flashed in her eyes. She covered her mouth with a slender hand, and she looked completely unbelievable, with surprise and surprise. She was puzzled, with incomparable tenderness. She cried and cried.

Her abnormal movement woke up Princess Mingyue and Master Jingxin who were silently reciting. Both of them looked at Su Weiwei, not knowing what had happened, but soon they heard dull drum sounds.

"It's him... he is at the foot of the mountain, and he also participated in the royal hunting ground!" Su Weiwei cried with joy, and her body collapsed for no reason. She finally confirmed Yue Heng's existence. And it was so close to her, as if this song was sung for her.

Princess Mingyue smiled and asked, "How dare you be sure it's him?"

Su Weiwei wiped her tears and said, "When he sang "Farewell My Concubine" for the first time, he deliberately did not choose me, but when he talked with me in detail later, he used this version of the tune. He promised to sing this song with me in the future, he would be Xiang Yu, and I would be Yu Ji..."

A hint of shame appeared on Su Weiwei's face, and she remembered that the two of them were in the Taishang Restaurant. How many days did they chat, talk, and joke. Talk about love and love. That was the happiest time in her life, the softest secret in her heart, and the source of her happiness. How could she have the nerve to take it out and share it with outsiders?

"Miss Su's true nature!" Master Jingxin also smiled slightly and sent his blessings: "Lovers will naturally be together, so Miss Su doesn't have to worry."

Su Weiwei cried and smiled: "I lost my composure after hearing his news. Princess. Master, let's continue to pray for blessings..."

Princess Mingyue put down the scriptures in her hand, stood up and smiled, "How can you pray for blessings at this time? Forget it today. It will be a literary battle tomorrow morning. Although you and I cannot leave the ancestral temple, you can still stand behind the temple and look into the distance. Maybe you can still hear Mr. Yue's masterpiece, so let's take a rest today!"

Su Weiwei smiled embarrassedly. Why didn’t she expect it?

After she said goodbye, she returned to her own courtyard, but she was restless and always thought about what Yue Heng was doing. She simply walked through several corridors, pushed open the side door, followed the path to the cliff of the backyard, and looked in the distance.

"Young Master, I am really very happy now! Thank you for coming to see me. It is better if you have this heart. Even if I suffer from all kinds of grievances, I will not be angry or complain. This is worth it..." Su Weiwei faced the hunting ground at the foot of the mountain, holding the Three Lives Stone, the token of love that Yue Heng gave to her, in her hand, and her heart was filled with happiness.

...

The song "Farewell My Concubine" is about to end, and the musician class is still playing the ending. Yue Heng looked around, and the soldiers were more or less happy on their faces. It can be seen that everyone should have some understanding and their martial souls are stirring up.

But Cao Tongpu, who was dancing with a sword, looked very painful, as if he was addicted to Xiang Yu's world and could not extricate himself. It seemed that the situation was not good.

Yue Heng's thoughts moved slightly and decided to send Cao Tongpu a huge wealth. At the last moment when the music fell, he beat the war drum in front of him and sang loudly.

"Be a hero,

Death is also a ghost hero.

I still think of Xiang Yu,

I refuse to cross the Yangtze River."

boom!

I saw Cao Tongpu's body shining red, and the martial soul between his chest and abdomen was completely detonated by this poem. The red light phantom fluctuated and shone in the center of the camp, making everyone dare not look directly at it.

After Yue Heng finished reading this poem, a martial saint holding a long sword fell from the sky and gradually condensed into shape over the camp tent. Judging from his appearance, it was the virtual image of the martial saint Xiang Yu, and it can also be said to be the incarnation of a trace of ancient spirit. The virtual image expressed gratitude to Yue Heng holding the sword.

After the first year of God's Punishment, when people evaluated the Martial Saint Xiang Yu, they mostly felt sorry for their attitude, thinking that Xiang Yu was too concerned about face. If he had fled in Wujiang and returned to Jiangdong instead of committing suicide, he might not have lost to Liu Bang.

As soon as Yue Heng's quatrain was released, it immediately changed the view of the entire Zhongyuan world on the Martial Saint Xiang Yu, and fully expressed this personal solar term of desperation.

It would rather die than die heroically!

I would rather die than live a life of silence!

Become a hero in life, and become a hero even if you die!

The virtual image of the Martial Saint Xiang Yu was guided by Yue Heng to the world, which represents the recognition of the ancient souls. This part is a spiritual part that no one has ever been involved in. The virtual image retains the purest saint power of the Martial Saint Xiang Yu and can be used by others!

"General Cao, go!"

Yue Heng pointed at Cao Tongpu who was struggling in pain. His spiritual sense guided the Wu Saint Xiang Yu to invade Cao Tongpu's martial soul. He wanted the Wu Saint Xiang Yu to forcibly evolve Cao Tongpu's body!

He was already familiar with this move. In "National Mourning", this is how Qu Yuan's phantom of Wensheng entered his body.

"Drink!"

Cao Tongpu burst out with a roar of shock. With him as the center, no one could stand within three meters. The armor on his body made crackling sounds, and from time to time, armor fragments splashed and shot into the crowd.
Chapter completed!