The demon is haunted, the pavilion master is a little busy chasing his wife

Pavilion Master Pei was busy dealing with the emperor and ministers in the court hall, drinking some wine, listening to ditties, and seeing dancing girls whom he had never met before.

He never thought that Chun Zhi would have trained the people in Guqi Pavilion to practice the long-lost sacrificial dance. After more than three months, the important person, Qiu Jian, had completely forgotten about this extremely difficult dance. , the team is full of sprained waists and strained muscles. Don't hurt the enemy eight hundred and self-injure one thousand.Caiyi was brought by Chunzhi for a month. For her, Caiyi was newer and it was better to deal with children than to let her teach them a group of dancers to dance...

In this way, Qingyu felt that what Pei Shen handed over to him was a group of "hum humming" partners, and instantly became messy.

What's even more tragic is that they were the first to represent Xizao Country. After listening to Xia Quan's explanation and seeing the overall situation, Qing Yu wanted to put them back into the furnace and rebuild!

But the reality is so cruel, even if he recovers his demon power, it will be too late.Qingyu squeezed the forehead of the mask, and she really fell powder all over the place, then looked around with complicated eyes and looked at the subordinates of the Pavilion Master of Guqi Pavilion who he was asking for help, and looked helplessly at the most reliable Xia Qiu siblings road:

"Don't dance any sacrificial dances. There is only one way to do it now."

Xia Quan stood up slowly, his eyes flickering:

"any solution?"

At the same time, Qiu Jian's pair of water pupils also disappeared.

The dejected subordinates also raised their heads and listened carefully.

Clearing her throat, Qing Yu rubbed her nose with her index finger, and said to them alternately with her arms:

"Come here, young master, I promise that the plan will be safe."

In Xuandian.

Pei Shen used his drinking posture to cover up the worries that he couldn't even notice. How long have these guys been doing this?At this time, the musicians are about to play music...

"Dum-dum-dum!"

Eunuch Li, the eunuch, is now standing at the bottom of the steps, holding a white hair whisk and choking his throat by the big red pillar on the left:

"Please—Muxi Dance Troupe come on stage!"

Eunuch Li swallowed, feeling a little overwhelmed after not doing this job for a long time.

"play music!"

The sound of music sounded, first the sound of the drums from light to heavy, and then accompanied by the slightly desolate sound of the flute in the Xuandian, the Qingyuan was rustling, and the sound of the piano followed in the distance, seeming to arouse the memories of the magnificent battlefield in ancient times.

The music gradually started, and two groups of men and women stepped into the profound hall from the gate of the palace. At the head was a man wearing a mask, wearing a golden feather dress and a phoenix gold feather helmet. placket.The other is the priestess of the sacrificial dance, with a pair of cold pupils and a slightly heroic face, she looks very much like the ancient priestess who murdered countless people and was later invited to the phoenix. Compared with the last one, she is mysterious and unpredictable , the visible one can attract everyone's attention even more.

"Ding!"

The bronze musical instrument was sounded, and all the dancers gathered on the big round platform in the center. Some men and women in elegant clothes and long hair surrounded the man in the feather helmet, and stretched out their arms and waved wide and long silk , superimposed in all directions and finally trapped him inside.

Pei Shen squinted his eyes, feeling something was wrong...

The last one to climb onto the Dayuantai was Qiu Jian, a girl in a red coat and white underwear. With the music becoming more and more passionate, the Miko-sama spread her arms, her ten fingers curled into eagle claws, and she instantly became murderous!

Behind the bead curtain, the Empress Dowager Tang, who was still charming and beautiful, slowly opened her beautiful eyes, fixed her eyes on the big round platform, with a calm expression on her face.

Qiu Jian stretched her arms a few times, as if they were her wings, circled around the human-shaped bun several times, suddenly raised her arms and raised a foot, and jumped back a few steps!

Seeing this, Pavilion Master Pei's left and right eyes all jumped.

...It seems that this is not a sacrificial dance.

The Dance of Sacrifice was originally a dance of Qi Tian, ​​which was fought for a hundred years to pray for the end of the war and return the innocent people.Although the dancer learned how to dance with birds for a while, she definitely didn't have the kind of "cockfighting" moves that Qiu Jian did on stage!

Pavilion Master Pei thought about it again, and felt that he might be able to get away with it.Because I am afraid that he was the only one who saw the real sacrificial dance, and he was worried that the Empress Dowager Tang, who lived longer, would find a flaw...

Qiu Jian fluttered his "wings", sucked up his small red mouth and imitated bird calls towards the human-shaped buns, and soon the human-shaped buns scattered into lotus flowers and rolled to the ground like Qiu Jian, imitating all kinds of birds Fan-like "wings" chirp, there are nightingales, eagles, ostriches, wild ducks and wild geese, and red-crowned cranes...

"Quack!"

"quack!"

"Ah!"

"Cuckoo!"

"Gollum!"

"..."

The hall was extremely lively, with various noises coming and going!

The musicians were also curious, but they didn't dare to stop and adjust the rhythm by calling.

Everyone watched the legendary sacrificial dance, except for the master who covered his face.

Well, the reality is that this is not a dance at all!What have they been doing for the past three months!

Taking advantage of the pavilion master's secret complaints, the dance of chickens, ducks and geese began to circle, and a large wave of dancers in various clothes quickly circled around the man wearing a feather helmet!

First, the feathers that fell from the floor flew up, and then the large robe formed an airtight wall. Under the effect of Qingyu's demonic power, the wind even blew in front of the young emperor!

Qiu Jian covered Qing Yu, flicked his long sleeves to the left and right, and swayed out a bluish blue light, almost no one saw it, so he swung it out of the hall!

Then, holding the non-existent pagoda with one sleeve, he drank:

"Bai-bird-chao-phoenix!"

Pavilion Master Pei covered his eyes with his fingers, lowering his eyes.

The picture is too beautiful, he dare not look at it.