Chapter 16: The Day the Imperial Army Marches North to Reclaim the Central Plains

The desolate music rose again.

The first half of the fourth section of “King Xuanyuan’s Charge into Battle” began.

Following the rhythm of the music, Su Yu began her dance.

In front of the camera, a stunningly beautiful girl danced like a spirit. However, compared to the previous sections of the dance, this one was danced with a sense of tragic heroism.

Paired with the perfectly fitting music and Su Yu’s interpretation…

It was as if the scene from three hundred years ago, of countless martial artists standing on the walls of Yubei City, resisting the overwhelming horde of aberrant beasts, was right before their eyes.

As the sound of an erhu rang out.

It signified the fall of Yubei City, and the Central Plains being flooded by countless aberrant beasts.

After that, countless martial artist heroes still rushed forward one after another, trying to drive the aberrant beasts out of the Central Plains and retake Yubei City, but ultimately, they failed.

As the melodious and desolate sound of a guzheng rang out, it marked the end of the first half of the fourth section.

Next, in “King Xuanyuan’s Charge into Battle,” Xu Hongguang chose to add only a basic melody, as a blank space for later generations to create upon.

The most famous of these was to portray, in the second half of this fourth section, the people of today who knew not of the Central Plains, knew not of Yubei, in order to inspire people not to forget the Central Plains.

Generally speaking, later dancers would mostly follow this form in their interpretations.

But Su Yu had her own ideas.

When she recalled the history of this world and saw the interpretations of her predecessors, she felt even more deeply for that poem from her past life’s Huaxia.

As the music of the fourth section entered the blank space.

Su Yu used her old trick again. As she manipulated the camera to swing, she immediately changed into a white robe and put on a wig.

At this moment, she was portraying an old man.

He had participated in several battles to retake the Central Plains, but all had ended in failure.

On his deathbed.

This old man wrote a poem, or perhaps it could be called a “last will,” on the wall of his home.

Dipping the brush in ink, he wrote this passage cleanly and crisply.

“To die is to know all is empty, but I grieve not seeing the Nine Provinces united.”

“On the day the King’s army pacifies the Central Plains in the north, do not forget to tell your old man at the family sacrifice.”

After Su Yu wrote this poem on the white wall behind her with a brush, she began to dance again.

This time, the dance she performed, although similar in form to the first half of the fourth section, one could feel that this dance, compared to the previous regret and desolation, had a bit more vitality and passion.

Under a melody of sorrow, defeat, and despair, Su Yu danced a dance of inspiration and certain victory!

On the other side.

Qin Xiao watched the gracefully dancing girl, the shock in his heart having reached an unparalleled level.

If the first three sections of the dance had brought him amazement and admiration.

This fourth section could be said to be a spiritual shock and a cultural resonance!

Su Yu had quoted a poem by the Huaxia poet Lu You, titled “To My Son,” which was equivalent to a last will, written for his son.

The general meaning was that after death, there is nothing, but the only thing that saddens me is not being able to see the country united.

On the day the King’s army retakes the lost lands of the Central Plains, do not forget to tell me at your family sacrifice!

No matter how long that day takes.

And in this world today…

It had been three hundred years since Yubei City fell and the Central Plains became a paradise for aberrant beasts.

In these three hundred years, how many people, under the yellow earth, were waiting for their descendants to tell them the good news of the recovery of the Central Plains when they paid their respects?

Compared to others, Qin Xiao also had a family mission and responsibility.

As a descendant of the Xuanyuan family, he had been taught by his father since he was a child that the mission of the Xuanyuan family was to unify the Divine Land, end the chaotic era, pacify the Central Plains, and retake Yubei.

When he was a child, his ears had grown calluses from hearing it.

It wasn’t until three years ago, when he graduated from middle school and traveled the Divine Land for three years with his family’s retainers, that he began to understand some things.

After losing the Central Plains, the Xuanyuan Empire collapsed and re-divided into seven states.

To this day, only four of the original seven states remained, while the rest in the south had split into dozens of large and small countries.

When he traveled in the previous three years, and he came face to face with the common people at the bottom, he realized how difficult it was for an ordinary person to live in this world.

Even in this era, where industry and machinery had become widespread, due to years of continuous warfare, there were still many common people who could barely feed and clothe themselves.

One of the reasons was that the Divine Land Region had lost an important grain-producing area—the Central Plains.

After three years of travel, Qin Xiao’s state of mind had changed.

He had originally planned to do something great and let the world know that the Xuanyuan family was still here!

But as luck would have it…

He fell ill, an illness that prevented him from coming into contact with female martial artists.

There was no choice but to return to Zhaoge and seek treatment first. If he couldn’t even come into contact with women later on, it would have a great impact on their family’s plans.

Qin Xiao looked at the screen, savoring Su Yu’s performance.

“I have to say, in terms of artistic conception, this fourth section has already surpassed the performances of those who came before,” Qin Xiao praised as he looked at the screen.

He had seen many versions of the conventional fourth section.

But in terms of artistic conception, in his opinion, none of them were as good as the version by the female streamer before him.

Especially the stroke of genius with that poem, and the dance that revealed passion and a belief in certain victory amidst despair.

Both versions of the fourth section had the theme of not forgetting the Central Plains.

The former used comparison, expressing this artistic conception in a form of sorrow and lament.

But this female streamer used a poem in the form of a last will to express the endless regret of the person in the song for not being able to see the Divine Land united, but also placed hope in future generations…

Finally, amidst the melody of regret and despair, she danced with passion and a belief in certain victory.

In despair, there was hope, making one feel a firm belief that a sacred cause would surely be accomplished…

‘Good!’

Su Yu finished her dance.

As the music stopped, she also breathed a sigh of relief.

This time, she had adapted the fourth section of “King Xuanyuan’s Charge into Battle” a lot.

Especially, she had quoted the final work of the Huaxia poet Lu You from her previous life, “To My Son.”

This “To My Son” was both a poem and a final work. It was Lu You’s call to arms as a poet, and also his sincere hope for the recovery of lost lands.

Her dance quoted this poem. She hoped she wouldn’t bring shame to the great poet Lu You.

At this moment, as “King Xuanyuan’s Charge into Battle” officially ended.

Su Yu sat down again and had time to look at the bullet comments.

[The music clearly revealed a sense of sorrow and despair, but why did the dance feel so hopeful?]

[What do those few lines that were written mean? I don’t understand.]

[I don’t like it much, the previous few sections looked more comfortable.]

[Just looking at the dance, it’s very impressive.]

Su Yu roughly looked through the bullet comments…

It was a pity that not many people understood.

But soon, Su Yu saw a bullet comment that made her eyes light up.

[May the person in the song’s wish be fulfilled!]

Su Yu clicked on it and glanced at the poster’s name… CEO Xiao Must Have Revenge.

So it was this person.

‘I can’t believe this petty, sharp-tongued guy could actually understand my dance.’