In Jingguo, Baishui City, and the paintings on the Baishui River, as the voice of the woman on the stage fell, the whole stage suddenly became like a dream. The haze rose, the rain of flowers fell, and the sound of silk and bamboo sounded, as if all of a sudden. He led people into an ethereal valley with white flowers blooming, and it immediately attracted everyone's attention, and the whole painting boat fell silent all at once. +

"It's interesting..." In the private room, Shura pushed away the women around and came to the window.

Tang Tian raised his eyebrows. It must be something that Shura, the fellow who has been in the tens of thousands of flowers, looked squarely at it. He also came by the window, but wanted to see what tricks could be played here.

In the hall, the stage was like a dream, and among the light and shadow, a pink lotus slowly appeared in the middle of the stage. Amidst the rising haze, it slowly opened, and countless people were looking forward to it.

But I couldn't really see the scenes on the stage at all. The haze was like dreams, among the colorful flowers and rain, a fiery red figure appeared among the lotus flowers on the stage, like a flame elf.

A hazy woman wearing a coquettish red long skirt, the skirt is below the waist, it can be reached to the feet, without an inch of the waist, showing her waist like a water snake in the eyes of everyone, the waist is like a willow, as if it will be at any time Broken, above the waist, two fiery red roses can wrap up the bee jelly, and the deep ditch can't wait for people to indulge in it.

On the snow-white neck, a piece of red gauze concealed his face, and only a pair of dreamlike eyes stared into the world, making people want to lift the veil to see the face behind the veil. The snow-white arms waved like white clouds, and the dance began. .

This woman, known as Xiao Yun'er, attracted everyone's attention just by appearing on the stage, and everyone was reluctant to blink when they opened their eyes wide. For fear of missing any detail, if someone can hear people's voices, they will know that almost everyone will be exclaimed in their hearts about this trip.

"It's a bit interesting. I didn't expect to see such a dreamlike woman in this remote and small place. Fortunately, I didn't miss it. The enchanting red is the sunset that cannot be concealed by the great sun, so well... ", by the window of the private room, Shura looked at the dancing **** the dreamlike stage and said with a fascinated expression.

On the stage, the dreamlike woman, like a fire spirit, dances to the rhythm on the stage. Every movement, every look in the eyes, gives people a different kind of feeling, as if people's mind is sublimated, not the dance, but the long-awaited beauty in the heart.

That kind of dance can't be described in words, and every movement is beautiful. It's not an exaggeration to describe it as a dance and an allure, it is beyond the language of gestures. Sublimated into an art of Taoist artistic conception.

Thousands of people in the entire painting boat calmed down, and the needles were audible. No one wanted to miss this peerless dance, indulged, intoxicated, or even in the hall. Some were confused, some were drunk, some were pained, and some were happy, from that dance. As if seeing the most unforgettable moments in one's life, all sentient beings showed vividly and vividly.

The rhythm began to become rapid, and the women on the stage began to spin, getting faster and faster, and finally it was like a fiery red flame burning in the border town, and the most brilliant beauty in the world would bloom.

As the woman's rotation, the people watching the dance suddenly raised their eyes, for fear that the waist and limbs were like willow branches. When the woman's rotation reached the fastest speed, the rhythm stopped abruptly, and the woman suddenly He collapsed on the stage.

For some reason, as the woman collapsed, everyone's hearts were lifted up at once, and some even subconsciously stepped forward two steps, trying to support the other person, only to react later. This is actually part of the dance.

"Although this dance can't reach the level of the four bests of Yasukuni, it can be regarded as an alluring posture", Shura muttered to himself in the private room, and he did not hesitate to praise himself.

Unlike everyone else, Tang Tian also saw a flash of surprise in his eyes when he saw this woman appear, but then his brows wrinkled deeply, and no one noticed that the depths of his eyes, Even though a cold light flashed, there was a wave of anger rising in my heart, wanting to kill all those who were watching the dance.

Why is it so? Because, he knew the woman on the stage, Xiao Yun'er was a pseudonym, but the real identity of the other party was Xiao Que'er that Tang Tian’s Zhen met in Feixiancheng, who was bluntly told by the real dragon clone to get it at a glance. woman!

"Unexpectedly, she still has such a talent, which is close to Taoism. No, she should have comprehended her own Taoism. Fire is a Taoism, like fireworks blooming. Although I don't know what level she has reached, she can It is rare for Tao to blend into the dance," Tang Tian said secretly in his heart, suppressing the killing intent in his heart.

Although I don't know why Xiao Que'er appeared here, Tang Tian discovered after observing that this Xiao Que'er was definitely not forced to come out and dance. In this way, there are many things behind it that are worthy of scrutiny.

Why does the little bird appear here? Why not be with her cousin that Phoenix? What did she experience after the Supreme Tomb was broken? What does this painting have to do with her?

The rhythm stopped and the dance stopped, but it was a long time for people to pull their thoughts out of the dance just now.

Until Xiao Que'er stood up from the stage and slowly retreated, a young man in white suddenly stood up and shouted slowly! Suddenly, Xiao Que'er's movements stopped, and he looked at him under the stage in a puzzled manner. The others were the same, and they didn't understand what the young man in white was going to do.

With countless pairs of eyes watching, the white-clothed youth slowly moved forward, looking at the little bird and said: "Today I have the honor to watch the girl dance, and the niche feels it. I will give you a poem, and I hope the girl will stay for a while."

"I'm another pretentious guy, and I'm still learning how to write poetry by a romantic scholar. I really think I'm a guy full of economics."

"Yeah, yeah, who doesn't know that not far from here is the holy land of the vast sky, and there is a great talent who is full of poetry and books, and this guy is embarrassed to come out and show his ugliness"?

The white-clothed youth ignored the ridicule of the people around him, and said to himself: "In the Holy Land, Haoyue Peak Wang Jiaheng, please listen to me to write a poem for you, the name is Guanwu Drunk".

When the white-clothed young man referred to himself as Wang Jiaheng, Haoyuefeng, the holy land of heaven, no one spoke in the entire painting boat. They all looked at him with surprise. It turned out that the other party was a disciple of Haotian Holy Land, or the chief disciple of Outer Sect Seventy-two Peak and Haoyue Peak. Who would dare to question his identity?

In the private room, the practice pupil shrank, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. But there was no extra action. Obviously, it was very unexpected that Wang Jiaheng, who had only seen one face before, appeared here. He hadn't noticed the other party before.

Also unexpected was Tang Tian. He didn't expect that Wang Jiaheng would actually appear here, this small place, but at this time the other party appeared, and the other party's words and deeds made Tang Tian's heart slightly cold.

Wang Jiaheng moved forward slowly. Countless gazes around, looking at the little **** on the stage, slowly said: "The white water bends the lights, the water is gurgling, the bright moon is drunk all night, and the fairy dances."

"Okay, okay, I am worthy of being a disciple of Haotian Sacred Land. The export is a chapter. The girl's dance is performed vividly and vividly, which makes me fascinated. Tonight's matter must be passed on as a good story...".

When Wang Jiaheng's words fell, a large sound of better sound rang out in the hall. I don't know whether it was a sincere admiration or a false compliment, but anyway, this Wang Jiaheng was able to make a poem in this short time. The opponent still has a certain level.

"What do the girls think? I see girls doing art here. I want to come and be forced by life. I would like to invest in saving the girl and the fire. If I'm lucky, can the girl dance alone for me? If it's a lifetime. That would be better", Wang Jiaheng Looking at the little **** on the stage, he said slowly.

"Haha, okay, okay, today not only is it fortunate to see peerless dances, but also to see Haotian holy land disciples composing poems and courtships. This will definitely be a good story. I will be the witness." Someone in the hall roared. .

Haotian Holy Land, even though it is known as a sacred place of literature, the so-called fair ladies and gentlemen are so beautiful. No one thinks that there is anything wrong with Wang Jiaheng's standing up and saying this. On the contrary, he thinks this is the best thing. Geniuses and beautiful ladies, isn't it that way?

The little Queer on the stage looked at Wang Jiaheng, her eyes flickered, but when she wanted to say something, she was interrupted by a sudden voice, and she glanced over in amazement.

"Slow, I can make any nonsense verse, I can make it casually. A man is a sword in the world. This soft verse can only be made by a woman, and I mean to show it here"?

An abrupt voice sounded, among the stunned eyes of countless people, I don’t know when Shura, who had changed into a blood-colored robe, walked to the stage step by step, ignoring Wang Jiaheng’s mocking gaze and said faintly: “Girl, there’s no place here. With so many twists and turns, I can tell you bluntly, I admire you too, and I also made a poem, please listen to it carefully."

"This guy, you can't see anyone more popular than him...Wang Jiaheng?"? In the private room, Tang Tian narrowed his eyes and said to himself, but the first half of the sentence was about Shura.

"The haze and mist are scattered, the flames are ruthlessly scorching people's eyes, the dancing elves are intoxicating, why not use the sword to go to the horizon, the blue water is cold and the sword is cold, the blood is full of the universe and the sword is the song, and the fragrance of the red sleeve is only owed to the side." Shura ignored the look in Wang Jiaheng's eyes, looked at the corners of Xiaoque'er's mouth and said faintly.

After speaking, he looked at Xiaoque'er and smiled: "Girl, I was fascinated by your dancing style when I saw you at first sight. In this incident, I was a duckweed, killed with a sword, and had a gratitude and enmity in my heart. Void, I saw a girl today, and I knew what was missing in my life. I was missing a partner who had danced with me for a lifetime. Follow me, I kill, you dance for me, okay? Such a life is worth walking in the world. ".

"Haha, okay, okay, there is a saying that blood is full of universe to kill. If a man is alive, he has to kill with a sword. Girl Yuner follows such a real man, that is the best place to belong."

"Yeah, yeah, Zhangjian Tianya, how lonely and lonely it is. If there are red sleeves accompanied by Jianfeng blood, it is also beautiful...".

No matter what the world, there is never a lack of people who are making noises. Then Wang Jiaheng just stepped up, and this one came out. There is a good show, and everyone wants the other party to be more intense.

To put it plainly on this occasion is to be jealous. It is based on verbal ability. Everyone knows that they can't fight to make a fuss. If they verbally lose to someone else and have to solve it with their fists, they will be laughed at.

In the private room, Tang Tian looked at Shura, and sighed in his heart that this guy is indeed a guy who loves flowers and grass. If he says it, if it is an ordinary woman, I am afraid that it will not be able to hold it. There is also that Wang Jiaheng, handsome, and also a young talent. Which woman does not want to be such a man in her life?

However, in any case, since Tang Tian’s clone once said that he wanted to get Xiaoque'er, he had to mess up the situation here anyway, no one, only face, even though no one knew that he had said it. if that's the case.

On the stage, Xiao Que'er looked at Wang Jiaheng and Shura with star-like eyes. The corners of her eyes were slightly raised, she was about to say something, but when the third slow word exit resounded through the hall, she stopped talking again.

Everyone was stunned, who is this, standing up again? There are twists and turns, here is a good show.

In the private room, Tang Tian took a golden robe and walked slowly towards the stage. Although his appearance did not cultivate evil charm and was not as handsome as Wang Jiaheng, the noble temperament on his body was not the two of them possessed.

Ignoring everyone’s gaze, Tang Tian looked at the little bird on the stage. He clearly saw a hint of surprise in the eyes of the other person. Perhaps there was a hint of surprise and amazement. He slowly said: "Today I watched the girl dance, but I am lucky for Sansheng. I also have a poem below. I also ask the girl to listen."

"Say fast~lightnovelpub.net~ and strive to make a poem that exceeds them, hahaha...".

"It's the third one, I don't know if anyone will jump out later, I am looking forward to it."

"Oh, Brother Zhao, maybe you also have a song...".

Tang Tian stood up and once again plunged the scene into a brand new situation, and the people who were making noises were endless. It was a good show, a good show, it was the right time.

Looking at the little bird, Tang Tian said, "Why is the long-sleeved good dance? How sad is Xiaolou's words? Acacia leaves on the banks of the Baishui River, the skylark bows its head from the east, and the lotus dances all night long. , White flowers bloom alone and sorrow."

Having said this, Tang Tian showed a faint smile. After looking at Shura and Wang Jiaheng, he looked at Xiao Que'er again and said, "Girl, you have long hair to your waist, marry me good"?

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(Ahaha, three poems, original stone, let everyone smile and laugh) (to be continued...)

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