The gods are also forced to open

Chapter 243

The next one to appear was Xiao Muyu. Xiao Muyu was dressed in a dance costume with a fairy air. She performed a dance in neon clothes and feathers.

Her dancing is full of verve, and she depicts a misty fairyland with the image of a dancing fairy, which is mellow and charming, which is amazing.

After the dance, there was warm and prolonged applause from the audience. Xiao Muyu smiled triumphantly. The neon clothes and feather dance she had practiced hard for five years has finally come in handy. She must win the flower head of the Hundred Flowers Festival, and then Petition to the emperor to promise her to Brother Chen.

This time, brother Chen can't refuse her!
Xiao Muyu looked towards Yuan Chen, and smiled sweetly at him, Yuan Chen frowned, feeling a little troublesome.

Xiao Muyu is a difficult master.

Shu Xia at the side saw Xiao Muyu's nympho look in her eyes, and she took a hard bite of the Poria cake in her hand.

The dog thing actually covets her person?
I'll let you know who is the father later!

[…] The sensitive dog nose smelled a hint of gunpowder.

I just like the way the fairy sister shows her strength in order to attack the lucky star!

It was getting later and later, and some viewers were a little sleepy. After watching it for too long, they were a little aesthetically fatigued.

Moreover, although some women sing beautifully, they are really hypnotic.

Coincidentally, Shu Xia was the last one to appear on the stage.

"Next, let's invite the last performer, Shen Shuxia, daughter of the Shen family, to show her talent."

When the master of ceremonies read Shu Xia's name, she yawned, she was so sleepy, and wanted to go home and sleep.

【No, you don't want to.Immortal sister rushes to the duck! !Come on, you will surely win the oiran! 】

"..." The oiran is not cabbage, so easy to get?
"Sister, don't be nervous, come on, Yuan Chen is ready to send flowers to sister."

Yuan Chen raised a small bouquet of flowers in his hand, the fresh and delicate flowers glowed slightly under the orange light, and the corners of Shu Xia's mouth raised slightly.

People's interest is not as high as before. It's late at night, there are too many programs, and they are a little tired. It's normal to lack interest.

They all held the mentality of watching the last show and then going home and going to sleep after casting flowers.

Xiao Muyu looked at Shu Xia's back with a look of contempt, she couldn't believe that this romantic woman could have any talent that could surpass her.

Shu Xia flew up to the stage under the cover of night, landed on her toes lightly, and suddenly there was a loud drum sound, everyone was shocked, and they came back to their senses, a burst of cold light shot out, and suddenly a snow-white long sword appeared in Shu Xia's hand , the gurgling moonlight poured on the crystal sword body, glowing with brilliance.

Her long sleeves fluttered and her black hair fluttered, as if she was dancing between the vast sky and the earth. The bright moonlight shone on her like a god.

The sword is like frost and snow, and the whole body is silver.It's like the most tranquil lake, the moment the breeze blows, it just becomes more and more beautiful, and the wind and moon are quiet and beautiful.

The sword energy seemed to be endowed with life, swimming freely around her body, her clothes were fluttering, the tip of the sword was sometimes erratic, sometimes condensed, the sword was so soft that it could not disturb the ripples of the water, flowing clouds and flowing water, coherent and free and easy.

The sound of the zither played again, flowing out like water, and gradually became more and more rapid. The drums clanged like hammers, and the sound of wind and rain was loud. Everyone seemed to see the setting sun like blood, yellow sand everywhere, thousands of horses galloping, and iron horses.

The momentum of the sword changes with the sound of the drum, and the wind blows. Shu Xia's face is frosty, with a sneer on the corner of her lips, stepping on the beat of the drum and swaying vertically and horizontally. Rolling frost and snow, swift and violent.

Everyone seemed to see the two armies fighting, thousands of people fighting, the sound of horses' hoofs breaking, and the blood staining the armor.

The drum beats became more and more dense, the sound of the piano became more and more urgent, and the murderous spirit was full of murderous intent. The fighting on the battlefield was frightening.

Just at this moment, the sound of the zither and the drums gradually fell back, the momentum of the sword turned light and magical, and the murderous aura dropped sharply.The sound of the piano is ethereal, and the sound of the drum quietly disappears.

Shu Xia soared into the air, with three thousand blue silks like snow, and her red dress blooming like clouds. The long sword cut a dazzling arc in the air, and then closed, Shu Xia landed lightly, crushing the moonlight all over the ground.

　The description of the sword dance comes from a certain poem by Du Fu + Baidu
　　
　
(End of this chapter)