Chapter 806 Sharpness, pouring hands [1 more]

  Gu Huiyan didn't expect his apprentice to give him such a big surprise.

  He also froze for a while, and then said in a trance: "Old brother, you see that Wu and Wu have the same sound. Our Daxia classical dance evolved from martial arts."

   "Look at the fighting scenes in "The Female Generals of Zhen Guo", she is all in person, so my apprentice dances so well."

  Old Qi: "...you didn't say that at first."

   It is clearly said that Si Fuqin was born in martial arts, and his movements will not be as graceful and soft as dancers.

  Gu Huiyan was justified: "What did I say at the beginning? Why can't I remember? Look at my apprentice's stage, it's awesome!"

  Old Qi finally chose not to argue with Gu Huiyan.

   "Boom, boom!"

   "Clank—"

  Inside the auditorium

  A dozen backflips continuously,

  Under the stage, many people had already stood up and shouted excitedly.

  【What are they shouting? I dont understand. 】

  【The foreigner is calling for Qingqing to teach them Daxia Kung Fu. 】

  【Alas, the fact that we are a big country of cultivating immortals can be concealed, but now it is exposed all of a sudden. 】

  【This is the secret of Da Xia not to be passed on to the outside world. If you are not of my race, you can’t learn it, so let’s give it up! 】

  No surprise, Si Fuqing still won the first place in the preliminaries and went straight to the finals.

  Sang Yanqing finally breathed a sigh of relief, and thoughtfully handed over water and a towel: "Qingqing, rest."

  Si Fuqing poured tons of water into a glass of water, then squeezed his shoulders: "The latter part still hasn't danced well."

   Indeed, as Sang Yanqing said, her muscle memory is more about fighting and killing skills.

  Martial arts and dance do have some similarities, but they are actually very different.

  Before, she almost lost control and smashed the drum with the white silk.

  Fortunately, he pulled back in time and stabilized.

   "I'm confident now." Sang Yanqing smiled, "I really can't underestimate you."

  Si Fuqing was silent for a moment: "I also practiced for a long time."

  Ghost Valley has been apprenticed to a teacher for three hundred years, which is a difficult time.

   But it also completely settled her down.

  Multiple skills are always not overwhelming.

  Sang Yanqing suddenly said: "Hey!"

  Si Fu tilted his head up: "What's wrong?"

   "Fortunately, there is no cooking competition." Sang Yanqing said, "Otherwise we can go home directly."

  Si Fuqing: "..."

   It's fine for the black-hearted monster to bully her, but why does the manager do the same? !

   What a cruel world.

  **

  There are so many projects in this international art competition, and the number of people involved is also very wide, and the competition time is as long as two months.

  Si Fuqing is in the living room adjusting the piano given to her by the Lord of Ghost Valley.

   "Your Majesty." At this moment, Mo Yanwen walked in with Xi Jiang and Feng San, "I don't know what is your Majesty's need to come here."

  Yu Xiheng put down the document in his hand, nodded slightly: "Look at this piano."

   "A very good violin." Mo Yanwen couldn't help admiring, "Compared with this violin, the Fengwei Qin is far from enough."

  He is also obsessed with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and cherishes traditional musical instruments such as the guzheng.

   "Yes." Yu Xiheng supported his head, "I want to ask Yan Wen to transform this piano into a hidden weapon."

  Mo Yanwen was surprised for a few seconds, but soon laughed: "Your Majesty, you are welcome, the Mo family already has similar hidden weapons."

   "I asked someone to bring all the tools today, and I will modify it for Miss Si."

  The hidden weapon focuses on the word "dark".

  The purpose is to catch people by surprise, to kill people in the blink of an eye.

  The folding fan in Yu Xiheng's hand was made by the Mohists.

   Inside a small folding fan, there are eighteen kinds of hidden weapons hidden.

  Although entering the high-tech era of hot weapons, hidden weapons have gradually been eliminated.

  But the Mohists did not rest on their laurels. They absorbed the essence of modern technology and developed a new formula based on the ancient blueprints of hidden weapons.

   When it comes to hidden weapons, Mo Yanwen has an extremely high talent.

  In just three hours, a new guzheng appeared.

   "Miss Si." Mo Yanwen said, "The guzheng is bigger than the fan, so I put a total of ninety-nine and eighty-one hidden weapons in it, and the strings are the switches."

   "The tones are different, and the hidden weapons fired are also different."

  Si Fuqing nodded, she took the guzheng and tried to pluck the strings.

   "Zheng!"

  The moment the piano sounded, a silver light flashed.

   There was a "snap", and the bowl in Xijiang's hand shattered.

  He stared blankly at the fragments in his hand, and immediately offered his knee: "Miss Si, please forgive me, I didn't do anything."

   "Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Si Fuqing said promptly, "I didn't mean to kill you, but you happened to have a bowl in your hand."

  Canyoning breathed a sigh of relief.

   He only has Miss Si's thigh to hug, so he must hug him tightly.

  Yu Xiheng glanced lightly at Xijiang who had everything written on his face.

  He stood up: "Qingqing, go try it in the basement."

  Si Fuqing followed him with his guzheng in his arms, and said cheerfully, "Okay."

  **

  The next day, another game ended.

  Si Fuqing had just come out of the auditorium when he was stopped by someone.

   "Miss Si, it's so beautiful." Raphael applauded, "I didn't expect you to have such skills. It really is the most correct decision for me to invest in you."

   "Ah." Si Fuqing turned around and raised his eyebrows, "It's Your Royal Highness, the Duke."

   "Your Highness, we have known each other for more than a year, so you don't need to be so polite." Raphael waved his hand, "Just call me by my name."

  Si Fuqing was silent.

  In fact, they have known each other for more than a year.

  Where is the IQ of the sixth brother used?

  Si Fu sighed.

  In fact, the sixth senior brother is the most normal person, but there are too many perverts in the division.

   As a result, the sixth senior brother only has the two advantages of being rich and handsome.

  Si Fu paused for a moment, pressed down the sixth child who had already reached his lips, and lazily called out: "Raphael."

  Raphael nodded: "There will be a banquet in the palace tomorrow, and you haven't played in the past few days. How about it? Do you want to be a guest?"

  Si Fuqing blinked: "No problem."

   Cengfan, right?

   She is the best at it.

   "Okay." Raphael said, "I will also invite my brothers and sisters, they are rather strange, don't take it to heart, I will definitely protect you."

  Si Fuqing raised his eyebrows even higher: "Brothers and sisters? Don't you only have one younger brother?"

   "It's a long story." Raphael sighed, and suddenly gritted his teeth, "Why did I have such a group of people!"

  Every day only knows how to squeeze him.

  He earned money and was disliked.

   Sooner or later, he will quit his job, and let the second child, who eats and drinks with public funds, die of poverty!

  Raphael glanced at the time: "It's still early, let me treat you to a meal."

  Si Fuqing nodded.

   "Aren't you tired of carrying the zither all the time?" Raphael glanced at the zither on the girl's back, "I'll help you carry it."

   "No, it's quite light." Si Fu weighed it, "It's better for me to carry it by myself."

  She was afraid that her sixth senior brother would inadvertently trigger a hidden weapon switch, and then "whoosh", the person would disappear.

   Raphael saw that she was very persistent, so he didn't push anymore.

   After walking a certain distance, suddenly, his footsteps stopped.

  Si Fuqing also raised his head, squinting his eyes.

   Someone is approaching.

  Raphael restrained his cynical expression.

  His temperament also changed instantly, becoming cold and gloomy.

   Those who can reach the top of the cloud, how can there be a truly pure, good, silly, white and sweet person.

   It's just that Raphael has shown his face in public too many times, and he needs a certain disguise.

   "Roseland." Raphael tapped the headset, his voice was cold, "Escorted Miss Si to leave, same as before."

   Within three seconds, a man in black appeared silently: "Yes!"

  The man in black raised his head, and fell in love with Si Fu again: "Miss Si, please leave this place of right and wrong with your subordinates, His Royal Highness has to deal with the next matter."

  The head of the dead soldiers of the Duchy of Roseland Muston.

  Si Fuqing had seen it many times before.

  She moved her ears, and heard countless footsteps converging in this direction.

   From the sound of footsteps, it can be heard that the visitor is well-trained and majestic.

  Although Raphael is the sixth disciple of the top of the cloud, only the inside of the division knows.

   But no matter what, the title of Duke of Muston is also the most honorable person in the whole world.

   Those who can come to kill him will certainly not be ordinary killers.

  Si Fuqing did not leave, but took off the qin he was carrying.

  She lazily called again: "His Royal Highness, Duke Muston."

  Raphael turned his head, his brows still frowning: "Huh? Let's go! There will be blood in a while, this is not something you, a little girl, should see!"

  No matter how powerful she is in the TV series, she is still a twenty-year-old girl.

   As a man, of course he must be protected.

  Si Fuqing leaned the Guzheng on the ground, with both hands resting on the strings: "Do you want to see the real Daxia Kungfu?"

   Qingqing: Today, I will be a six-fingered piano demon.

   Can Lao Liu recognize Qingqing this time? 2333

  

  

  (end of this chapter)