Immortals are not as good as dancing

"Hafnium (ke)~" The knocking sound of goldware suddenly burst into everyone's ears.

The young man lying on the ground raised one leg, the toe stretched straight, and suddenly folded down along the calf, a sword qi pierced towards the white cloud carpet stage, but the young man borrowed the power of this blow, lightly He stood up and spun around in the air.

The light and agile sound of silk strings also began to play along with the boy's movements.

Everyone thought that the sword energy was about to shoot out in all directions again, but nothing happened until the young man stood firm in front of everyone, tipped his toes back playfully, and lifted his sleeves from bottom to top. A sword energy shot out along the water sleeve with a "shua".

The sound of drums and goldware became quite brisk after this action.

The young man's movements looked light and flexible, but the sharp sword energy was retractable freely, and he could even feel the sharp sword light rushing towards his face the moment he shot it, and after the other party casually chuckled, he did not form a real attack The power dissipated into the invisible like melting snow.

Just when you thought he was about to launch an offensive, the water sleeve was gently pulled back.Just when you thought it was safe, the sword energy came suddenly.

The young man's dancing posture is smart and elegant, but his sword energy often catches people by surprise.Sometimes it can even be called tricky and naughty, sliding out along the skirt and toes.

Rather than saying that the silk sleeve is a sword, it is better to say that the young man is a sword.

All the sword cultivators in the audience looked at the stage cautiously and attentively. The feeling that they came to watch the dance party as if they were watching the excitement at the beginning has disappeared.

"Come like a thunderbolt, stop the wrath, and stop like the river and sea to condense the light." A sword repairman couldn't help but recite this poem while watching Meng Ran's movements.

The young man on the stage suddenly slowed down, drew an arc-shaped circle on the top of his head with the right hand of the sword finger, retracted his chest, turned around, and stuck the left hand of the sword finger to the back of the waist. A standard sword cultivator withdrew his sword and stood on the stage in a graceful posture.

Then the left wrist was held in a graceful pattern, and it relaxed to the side of the body, turned around, raised both arms, folded hands on the abdomen, and bowed.

This time, before Meng Ran could turn around and leave the stage, there was already thunderous applause from the audience.

As if to thank the applause, the teenager on the stage stood up with a smile on his face, raised his hands again, folded his belly, and bowed twice.Then he turned and walked down the stage.

Among the crowd, several sword cultivators exchanged glances with each other.There is some disbelief in each other's eyes, but the facts are in front of them. There is such a kind of swordsmanship in this world, or dance, which is easy and freehand, and has an attack power that cannot be ignored.

Amid the applause of the crowd, Bai Qiuyun and Lu Ziqi, who were still wrapped in a layer of translucent golden aura armor, carried a couch with a curtain to the stage.After the two put the imperial concubine couch on the stage, they turned and walked off the stage.

Through the white gauze curtain, one can vaguely see a person lying on the couch.She couldn't see her face clearly, but the layer upon layer of sleeves and skirts slipped out from under the curtain. One could guess that the person on the couch must be charmingly beautiful.

The blond-haired Wu Changliu walked onto the stage and looked at the person on the couch through the curtain.With a faint sigh, he turned his head to look at everyone with a sad expression.

At the end of the eye, there is a small drop of water color, whether it is decoration or tears overflowing from the eye.

"Woooo~~woo~woo~~~~woooooo~~~" It was sad and mournful as if weeping, but there was a strange musical instrument sounding with an ethereal meaning.

"duang~~~~~~~~" Guqin's deep and solemn voice also rose faintly.

Just a few syllables, people seem to be able to see the harmony between the two people in the past, and when they see the motionless person on the stage, they can imagine a sad story.

"Knock!" The deep sound of the wooden utensil being knocked appeared in everyone's ears, and Wu Changliu's body began to twist.

The adult man writhing in response to the rhythmic sound of the wooden utensils, his movements can be called lustful.

Probably Wu Changliu's expression was too sad, or the ethereal and distant sound of the xun and the solemn guqin seemed too upright. No one who watched the dance thought Wu Changliu's movements were very tempting.When he saw the white aura ball appearing in Wu Changliu's hand, he felt a sense of realization that it was so.

Even looking at Wu Changliu's originally romantic and affectionate appearance, he felt a kind of compassion.

The people on the couch did not wake up for some reason, and Meng Ran decided to move the imperial concubine's couch up as a prop on a temporary basis.

In Wu Changliu's hand, there was a mass of white aura gathering, his eyes swept across the audience, and he found the target smoothly.

The white aura ball slowly drifted into the crowd from the hands of the people on the stage. When everyone followed the aura, they saw a man with a bruised nose and a swollen face, with a two-inch-long blood scab on his forehead.

Looking at the aura ball floating over, slowly, without feeling murderous at all, even looking at it makes people feel happy.The man didn't dodge, and let the aura fall on his forehead.

The bruises on the man's face disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. After the second aura floated over, the blood scab on his forehead also began to fall off, and the healed wound appeared in everyone's eyes with a noticeably whiter color.

Wu Changliu on the stage was still twisting, and the condensed aura floated towards the other wounded in the crowd.Without exception, the wounds of these wounded healed quickly.

Different from the previous two dances, this obvious effect made the crowd start to whisper.

"It can actually heal trauma directly?"

"This effect is no worse than the ointment from Baiyao Pavilion."

When the people in the audience looked at Wu Changliu again, there was a trace of fire in their eyes.Such an effect is very attractive to people in the Qi refining stage.

Wu Changliu seemed to turn a deaf ear to the comments of the people in the audience, and started his own performance.

Amidst the sad music, Wu Changliu stretched out his hand to lightly touch the gauze curtain of the imperial concubine's couch, knelt down on the ground, and slowly leaned his body against the armrest of the imperial concubine's couch.

She twisted her body, stood up, and slowly walked away, looking affectionately at the unconscious person on the imperial concubine's bed.White clusters of aura kept gathering at Wu Changliu's fingertips, pierced through the gauze curtain, and landed on the body of the noble concubine.

The music became more and more exciting, and Wu Changliu's movements also became faster and more powerful.I don't know how many times this action was repeated, even Wu Changliu was already dripping with sweat, and the person on the couch still didn't respond at all.

Wu Changliu's body softened, and he suddenly fell to his knees, and the passionate music also turned sharply downhill at this moment, becoming weeping.

Wu Changliu, who was kneeling on the ground, was still struggling, wanting to continue his previous actions.The extremely slow movements seemed to have exhausted all of Wu Changliu's strength.When twisting in a certain direction, you may even fall to the ground, struggle to get up, and continue; struggle to get up, and continue.

Wu Changliu's movements became slower and slower...

It seemed that due to exhaustion, Wu Changliu fell down again. After struggling several times, he finally never got up again. Dissipate slowly.

The initial discussion quietly disappeared after Wu Changliu's dance music became passionate; during Wu Changliu's several struggles, how many people in the crowd clenched their fists anxiously; When I couldn't get up, there were many sighs in the crowd.

Just when Wu Changliu was about to stand up, an exclamation suddenly came from the crowd: "Third young master!"

"My God, is this an epiphany?"

"I can understand this too? Or is it that my aptitude is really bad?"

Wu Changliu stood up from the stage. Sure enough, there were three people in the crowd who were struggling in the crowd. There was a little distance between them. In the triangle formed, a young man in purple long clothes was sitting cross-legged, with his eyes closed. Probably because of frequent frowning, there was a faint trace of the shape of Sichuan, but at this moment, there was a touch of relief between the eyebrows and eyes.

For a moment, everyone's attention was attracted by the words "Enlightenment", and Wu Changliu didn't know if he had completed the task assigned by the third junior brother.But anyway, his dance was over, and there was no way to do it all over again.

The young man sitting cross-legged on the ground had already begun to realize his epiphany, and his whole body was filled with aura, vaguely showing that he was about to establish a foundation.

Building a foundation can't be done in a short while.But when building the foundation, the person who built the foundation cannot be moved casually.The entourage surrounded them nervously.But he looked at the turbulent crowd around him begging for help.

Wu Changliu looked at the audience and said, "Fellow daoists, please keep quiet, and at the same time, leave some space for fellow daoists who are enlightening."

Wu Changliu's words fell, and the surroundings of the purple-clothed youth became much looser.The three people accompanying the young man in purple immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Wu Changliu gratefully.

Wu Changliu didn't expect that his own words would have such a good effect, and Wu Changliu couldn't help but said to the crowd who were particularly cooperative: "Thank you for your cooperation."

Then, like the previous brothers and sisters, he bowed to the audience, turned around and walked off the stage.

When everyone's focus shifted from the young man in purple who was about to build the foundation to the stage, everyone from the Tianwu Sect had already returned to the stage.

Tianwumen's exercises have been practiced, and after doing so much, it's finally time to start checking the results.

Under Song Xi's eyes, Meng Ran stepped forward from the brothers and sisters to the front of the stage, and said to the audience: "Tianwumen has a history of 260 years. Tianwumen Gongfa, able to defend and attack well, can heal injuries. Now, Tianwumen is recruiting the 150th generation of disciples. There is no gender limit, under the age of ten, and they must be good at dancing. The quota is limited to three people. Until it is full. Those who are interested can come directly to the station and pass the test separately."

Immediately, someone asked from the audience: "Is it okay to be over ten years old?"

The matter of age was also decided temporarily after hearing what Yang Hai said about that "Luo Yue".Adults always have too complicated minds, knowing people and faces but not their hearts.The age limit is under ten years old, at least relatively innocent, and it is easy to develop feelings with the sect.

Another asked, "What is the test?"

This person obviously asked everyone's thoughts, and everyone looked at Meng Ran on the stage.

Meng Ran smiled slightly and said, "If anyone is interested, they will know at that time."