Immortals are not as good as dancing

"Cui Yu Sha Miao Zheng, I will give you a carved egg from Yu Mo, thank you Tian Wu Sect for your kindness in building the foundation."

"Shiva Temple Wuxin, give a set of eight bottles to ward off evil spirits, thank you Tianwumen for helping to build the foundation."

"The Shiva Temple has no form, and I will give you a set of Jialan thirty hoops, thank you for your kindness in building the foundation."

"There is no obliqueness in the temple of Shiva, and I will give you a bundle of mysterious ropes to subdue the demons. Thank you Tianwumen for your kindness in building the foundation."

If there were doubts at the beginning, it was people invited by Tianwumen to join in the show, and when Cuiyu Temple and Shiva Temple also sent heavy gifts, these doubts began to disappear.

"The people of Cuiyusha are notoriously lonely."

"The temple of Shiva also doesn't care about world affairs all the year round, and they are those two who have no mind and no form."

"Then who is Wuxie?"

"Wuxie? This name sounds familiar too!"

At this time, a boy with black hairpin and crane-patterned clothes stepped onto the stage with a jade whisk.The boy is only in the early stage of refining Qi, and this Yu Fuchen is obviously controlled by someone else: "The real person Qianhongfeng breaks the illusion, a pair of wind and thunder bracelets, a pair of red feather soft swords, a water lotus lamp, a set of Liuyefei smoke clothes, and a big leaf Taisui gift. A pair of towns, thank you Tianwu Menxie for your kindness."

These He Yi, which were worth a lot of money at first, reported one after another, and everyone felt a little different. When the word "Jiedan" came out of the boy's mouth, there was a burst of discussion among the crowd.

"Dan formation??!"

"No matter how big the face is, you can't invite Master Jiedan, right?"

Wu Changliu was already smiling at this time, petrified.

Meng Ran and others at the back of the stage were also surprised: "Jiedan?"

Song Xi, who was still worried before, finally let go of her heart.

While the audience was discussing like this, several sects presented their congratulatory gifts.Others began to look forward to the dance.

Wu Changliu saw that the stage was finally quiet again, and he came back to his senses. After thinking about it, it was not good to say anything, so he simply waved his sleeves, put all the congratulatory gifts into the Qiankun bag, and directly announced: "God! The dance door dance, now begins. Shady, rise."

A black dim light came out from behind the stage of Tianwumen, and the next moment, Wei Zizong's entire square was plunged into darkness.

With Wu Changliu gesturing ahead, the darkness this time did not cause any panic.

In the darkness, the sound of children's footsteps came from the direction of the stage, and then, the voice of children reciting poems came from the darkness: "Spring planting~a grain of millet, autumn harvest~ten thousand seeds. Four seas~ no idle fields, farmers~ still starve."

There was a burst of lights on the stage, and a group of barefoot children in linen jackets and open-leg pants walked onto the stage step by step.

As the music sounded, the children scrambled, rolled or jumped around and spread out, each in a state of labor or play.

On the white curtain behind the lights, there floated a figure stepping on clouds with fluttering clothes.Among the children playing, a few eyes were attracted by the fleeting fairy.

The lights began to dim slowly, and the children playing around stood up one after another, lined up, and disappeared step by step: "Hoe the grain~It's the middle of the day, the sweat drips~the grass goes down to the soil. Who knows~the meal on the plate, Beads~ It’s all hard work.”

The recitation sound disappeared, and there were only three children left on the stage, two boys and one girl. The white curtain was replaced by a high mountain, and a fairy in fluttering clothes stood on the top of the mountain.

The three young children made a climbing gesture.The fairy's figure gradually grew bigger, and the young boy made a gesture of kneeling and worshiping under the fairy seat.

"Huai Mo ~ Sound of Cicadas ~ Wind in Liushi, Post House ~ High Leaning ~ Sunset East. Traveling ~ thousands of miles ~ the road is long, gathering and parting ~ ten years ~ people are different. But seeing ~ time ~ flow like an arrow, do you know ~ the way of heaven ~ Curved like a bow." Amidst the loud voices of the young children, the immortal actually showed his old age, and finally turned into a handful of loess on the white screen.

The lights dimmed, and on the curtain, there were only two thatched cottages.

Meng Ran, Bai Qiuyun, and Song Xi, all dressed in Xuan Yuyi, appeared on the stage, dancing at sunrise and resting at sunset with the sound of Haohao Sangsang.Often the older woman moves first, and then the two dance together.Obviously after the old man passed away, there were only three people left in the door, depending on each other.

The lights dimmed again, and a blond man appeared on the stage, reclining on a chaise longue, holding a scroll in his hand, and on the snow-white carpet in front of the couch, there were two gorgeously dressed servant boys sitting on their knees , one person holds the fan, and the other serves the incense.On the white curtain, there is a woman busy on the weaving frame.

"Loving mother~thread in hand, wanderer~clothes. Before leaving~thick seams, fear~delayed return. Whoever said~a grass-inch heart will repay~three springs." In the voice of young children reciting poems, two columns The servant boy walked out with a pair of golden and black-edged long clothes, and helped the people on the couch to dress.Then two rows of boys came out and presented a long sword.

As the lights flickered on and off, the man's movements and the white curtain behind him changed several scenes.It was also a search for Xianshan, but this person seemed to be going quite smoothly.

When he started to dance with the sword to the brisk music, his vigorous posture even attracted applause from the sword cultivators in the audience.

With the end of a sword dance, the lights dimmed again.

When the three of Xuan Yuyi appeared on the stage again, the peaceful life of dancing at sunrise and resting at sunset had been broken.

Countless whip shadows and sword lights flashed on the white curtain, and the two thatched cottages instantly shattered into dream bubbles.Several long swords fell from the sky, and Bai Qiuyun was stabbed to the ground by several sword shadows. At that moment, Meng Ran threw Song Xi to the ground.

The white curtain was instantly rendered red by the light.

Bai Qiuyun stretched out his hand to Song Xi, but the next second he was already on the ground.Meng Ran, who was struggling to get up, pushed Song Xi away who was standing up, and several sword shadows knocked Meng Ran to the ground.

The red color on the curtain became deeper and heavier from where Meng Ran lay down.

"Miao Er ~ not beautiful ~ Qi Qitian, don't let ~ Tong Wu ~ and my mystery. Stay in the scene ~ hate nothing ~ thousand years of medicine, snap your fingers ~ three lives ~ break the back edge." With the sound of young children reciting poems, the lights dim go.

Song Xi reappeared, wearing a long white dress, standing alone under a beam of light.The two water sleeves were thrown high into the air, and they danced quickly as if they were about to vent their grief, following the sad music.When the posture was approaching the extreme, and the whole person was like a blooming epiphyllum in the night, a thunderous drum suddenly sounded.

The sound of the music also changed from hasty to soothing, Song Xi's posture paused, and the long sleeves and hem around her body slowly fell to her side.The lights suddenly brightened, and Song Xi on the stage looked dazed at that moment.

As the sun-like light on the stage slowly moved westward, the shadow of bamboo appeared on the white curtain.Amidst the swaying of bamboo branches, the lights dimmed and the bright moon hung high.

Song Xi under the moonlight seemed to wake up in an instant.Slowly began to dance the dance that the two juniors had practiced together when they were still alive.

There was a faint sobbing sound from the audience.

A ray of spiritual light suddenly lit up from the square where Wei Zizong's audience was, and someone was actually touched, cutting through the chronic disease and starting to build the foundation.

Song Xi on the stage finished the dance that he had practiced with the two juniors, and stood beside Xiuzhu Yingying with a beautiful figure.

At this time, the lights on the stage came on from the other side, and a man with blond hair and colorful clothes holding a sword appeared on the stage from the bright spot with a graceful gait.

"Jianjia~canggang, white dew~is frost. The so-called ~yiren is on the side of the water~. Backtracking~following it, the road is obstructed~and long. Backtracking~following it, it is like in the middle of~the water." The voice of young children reciting poems Again, the eyes of the man in Chinese clothes were also attracted by the woman in white clothes.

The music started again, a little sad, but with a sense of perseverance in it.The woman in white began to dance, and the sword blades came out with sharpness following the woman's movements.

The man drew his sword, followed the woman's movements, and sang and danced.

Unexpectedly, he was forced away by several sword blades of the woman.

"Jianjia ~ luxuriant, Bailu ~ Weixi. The so-called ~ Yiren is in the water ~ Mei. Going back ~ following it, the road is blocked ~ and entering. Going back ~ following it, Wan is in ~ the water." The children's chant The sound of poetry brought out a good-natured laughter this time.

The lights went off and on again, and the woman in white was still dancing beside the bamboo shadow.The man persevered and waved his sword again.

This time the woman didn't force him back, but she gave him a look and stopped her movements.

"Jianjia~Caicai, Bailu~It's not over. The so-called ~Yiren, is in the water~. Go back~follow it, the road is blocked~and right. Go back~follow it, Wanzai~ in the water. Haha~hahahaha~ "When the young children recited poems again, a group of children rushed onto the stage with mixed footsteps, jumping around around the white-clothed woman and the Chinese-clothed man. People pushed and shoved together.

Pushed and shoved by the group of boys, a man and a woman finally huddled together and hugged each other, and the music turned into joy.

Many people in the audience looked at each other two by two, smiled at each other, and even quietly clasped their fingers in the crowd.

After one pair of bi men looked at each other and smiled, the woman let go of the man's hand with great reluctance, and said softly: "I'm going to build the foundation." She sat cross-legged on the spot and started to build the foundation.

On the stage, the dance continued.

The woman in white finally accepted the company of the man under the persistent pursuit of the man in Huayi.

The two people who were in love with each other, with the posture of working together to fly, sang and danced and began to practice painstakingly.

The unique dance posture is elegant and agile, and it seems to indicate a special rhythm of aura, so that when the dancers focus on the dance, the aura in the whole body will also be accelerated.

Many people actually experienced the mystery of being close to the source of spiritual energy at this moment of watching the dance, sat on the ground, and began to advance.

On the stage, the woman in white clothes suddenly had a flash of spiritual light all over her body, and as she danced, she drew mysterious light and shadows all over her body, as if she had reached a great state.

The woman was silent on the stage, and on the curtain behind her, on top of the three tombs, weeds were overgrown.

The sword shadow that seemed quite powerful in memory appeared again. This time, the woman faced up to the difficulties and even prevented the man in Huayi from helping.

On the stage, the figure of the female cultivator in white is fierce and flamboyant. It is much more complicated and powerful than the Gushe dance that appeared in Tianwumen's last dance performance. It belongs to the coercion of the foundation building period, even if it is just to control On the stage, the long swords of many sword repairmen in the audience were also "squeaked" out of their sheaths.

Under such a sword force, several sword cultivators seemed to have realized something, and they also held their sword fingers and started to build a foundation.

The movements on the square of Wei Zizong's immortal pagoda could not be concealed from the high-ranking monks in the various factions' immortal pagodas.

If in the beginning, there was a sect that was only headed by monks in the foundation period, who claimed to be inspired by heaven to perform a dance for the world, these high-ranking monks would sneer at it, and now they have to pay attention to it.