Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

Xia Yu and Song Jing said the name at the same time, Xia Yu sighed as if looking up, Song Jing sighed with emotion about the impermanence of the world.

He really wanted to say, in fact, this thing that has been passed down for thousands of years has already been drunk by me.

This is what he recalled before, an elegant man, ordinarily he should be called father, crushed a purple glass ball the size of an eyeball, and poured the colorless liquid inside into himself with a strange smile——at that time In Xiao Qingli's mouth.

"In the end, who loses and who wins?"

He clearly remembered the man's sarcasm and the half-smile on his lips.

What he drank, if Xiao Qingli's memory is correct, was the legendary Nine Nether Orchid Juice that could change one's life against the sky.

But who can tell him whether what he drank was counterfeit or shoddy.Or, how to bring out the effect of Nine Nether Orchid Juice against the sky to change fate?

He wants power, money, power, beauty, and doing what he likes without worry. Nine Nether Orchid Juice, can you give him this chance?

Song Jing curled her lips, rumors are always rumors, and only a fool would believe that a change of fate against the sky, Xiao Qingli is really lucky that his father didn't make a fool of him.But he forgot how many times he tried to make a wish and pray on the night when he got this memory, and even made the cross of Christ.In the end, he became annoyed and ignored him.Now the whole sour grapes mentality.In fact, he is still very willing to believe the truth of the rumors, so that he can live as he pleases, without relying on other people's winks, and without guessing his own fate.

Xia Yu didn't notice Song Jing, and he said in an incredible tone: "Nine Nether Orchid Juice fell from the sky, but disappeared silently. For thousands of years, it has been rumored many times that its traces have been found in a certain place. Every time there will be a disturbance, the turmoil is so great that the army must suppress it." He glanced at Song Jing miraculously, and he continued: "It's a pity that every time the news is just a rumor, it can't be true. Until recently, Rumor has it that Qingli and your Xiao family are keeping this peerless treasure."

Song Jing shrugged and insisted: "I don't know."

Yes, he doesn't know.In Xiao Qingli's memory, his father made him drink the Nine Nether Orchid Juice two days before his home was broken.It seemed that at that time, Xiao Minchen had predicted that his family would be ruined two days later.

"The Heavenly Calamity Festival actually has a lot to offer." Xia Yu realized that she was bringing up Song Jing's sadness again, and quickly and awkwardly changed the subject, "For example, before the Heavenly Calamity Festival began, the dancers were selected for seven consecutive years."

He danced and explained to Song Jing, with short blond hair hanging on his forehead, making him look extraordinarily handsome.

Song Jing slowly sorted out his thoughts from his words——

This Heavenly Calamity Festival is actually not much different from the Olympic Games. First, the host must be selected, and then it will be brewed for seven years, and finally it will be celebrated within a month.

And the Tianyan Festival also has an opening ceremony. Seven years later, on the Falling Star Cliff of Luoyun Mountain, one person selected from thousands of dancers will perform the dance.If the dance is good, the legendary fairy will reward the magic weapon, which will fall from the clouds and be handed over to the destined person.

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible to choose a dancer based on relationship power. Even if you are a princess or prince, or the eldest son and daughter of an aristocratic family, without talent, you will not be selected to be on the highest stage in the shocking dust, and touch the sky at the closest distance.

So it can be said that the Heavenly Calamity Festival is the supreme sacred hall in the hearts of all dancers. It is not only for the glory of the dancers, but also for dancing in the clouds, peerless in the world, reaching the highest state of the dancers, and writing an immortal chapter.How many people are looking forward to these seven years, and some talented dancers were born at the wrong time, forcibly missed the best time in 50 years, and never appeared on the stage again.Seven years, seven years of laughing even if you fight blood and tears.

Having said that, the status of a dancer has always been low, even if it is said that the Heavenly Calamity Festival is said, it is only one of thousands who is praised by everyone.How could these high-ranking ladies of the world condescend to engage in this kind of industry?

Song Jing smiled mockingly, but a hoarse voice suddenly came to mind——

"In this life, I will wholeheartedly pursue the ultimate state of dancing and die without regrets."

12 white green bamboo

更新时间2010-3-2521:26:27字数：3591

Who is he?

Who does that haughty, arrogant and resolute voice belong to?Song Jing once again fell into a trance, and her memory is about to open up again.

For a moment, I felt the white clothes and green bamboo in front of my eyes, the color is elegant and quiet, cool and refreshing, and the dark fragrance lingers at the tip of my nose.

Baili... elder brother - Xiao Baili...

Song Jing seemed to have returned to Xiao Qingli's childhood. She was short and had to look up at everything, and her neck was sore every day.

Only the elder brother, Xiao Baili, who is only ten years old, would always squat down when talking to his younger brother, look into his clear eyes and say, sometimes he listened carefully to what Qingli said, and he learned how to talk about today. What did you get, tell me that you want to play around with your friends like other children.Sometimes it was Qingli who listened to his elder brother talking about the flowers and grass in the mountains behind the Xiao family, as well as the cute little animals.

Xiao Qingli was six years old, his body was weak, and he stumbled when he walked. There was only his elder brother, who scolded him for being an idiot, and stretched out his hand cautiously.

My brother's hands are beautiful, without the plump palms that children usually have. The bones are strange, the fingers are long and slender, and the skin is like ice crystals flowing out, crystal clear, and light blue blood vessels can be seen.

So Qingli's favorite person is his elder brother, but this is a secret.Qingli said in front of everyone, I like my family, and I like my mother the most.

His father, Xiao Minchen, married a wife and a concubine.

His wife is his mother, Tantai Fangfei, and his concubine is Hongli and Baili's mother, Leng Xiayi.

He always pretends to wander around places with his brother inadvertently.In order not to let his father stop him, he desperately learned what he needed to learn, and set aside extra time for himself to sneak a peek at his brother.

So he knows a lot about his brother.

For example, my elder brother is a genius in cultivation, deeply loved by my father, and even Erniang's pointed chin is beaming with joy.

The elder brother liked bamboo, so he asked his father for a piece of land at the foot of the back mountain, and planted it with blue cotton bamboo.Then when the sky was dark, I walked into the bamboo forest and sat on the stone, leaned against the bamboo with my eyes closed, and stayed quietly for an hour or two. go back.

At that time, my elder brother was as pure and pure as a continuous bamboo forest. Looking at it, he would think of high mountains and flowing water, the emptiness of lonely clouds and wild cranes.

My brother likes to go to the back mountain where the clouds and mists are misty, and he often avoids his family members and goes there alone whenever he has free time.However, he missed Xiao Qingli, who was a big kid.

So Xiao Qingli used this as a threat to pester his brother to tell him something about the back mountain every day.

The cold dewdrops in the morning, the long and narrow blades of grass, the mountain roads overgrown with wild grass, the moist mountains, the tall tree trunks, the deep dense forest, the first ray of sunlight through the cracks in the trees, and the fine dust wandering in the sunlight...

Insects, birds, white rabbits and fierce tigers all brought infinite joy to little Qingli, although the deepest joy was because her elder brother was by her side, telling herself all the wonderful things in the mountains with a slightly hoarse voice .

Qingli is very smart and only listens to a little bit every day. He doesn't want to disturb his brother's work too much, and he doesn't want to finish talking about things in the back mountain. Not only does he have no daily expectations, but he also has no reason to rely on his brother.

However, such a beautiful day changed shortly thereafter.

Song Jing seems to be reading a story, or playing a role-playing game.

He realized Xiao Qingli's dependence on and liking for his brother, a dangerous liking.This kind of emotion spread out along the story, and it became more and more intense in front of him.

It was an evening in late spring and early summer, Qingli carefully followed her expressionless brother to his father's study.

He felt different.

This is just a pure feeling, relying on his understanding of his brother's closeness to the heart, those eyes that are usually full of vitality, pure and pure, are now looking forward unswervingly.There is nothing ahead, but my brother's obsession has been set on it.

He hid under the window sill to eavesdrop.

"I don't learn piano and chess."

"Then learn..." This is the voice of his father, with a touch of pampering, no matter what he learns, with Bai Li's aptitude, he will follow suit.

"I don't study painting and calligraphy either."

"You..." Father was surprised, and Qingli was also surprised.The Xiao family only has the four masters of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. If you don't practice this, what should you practice?

"I want to practice dancing."

"Martial arts? What are you learning from mortals?"

Qingli's eyes widened, yes, why did my brother think of practicing martial arts?

"Wu is not martial arts." My brother's voice was slow but firm, "It's dance."

"Snapped--"

Qingli's body shook, he could hear the sound of being hit on the face.There was a harsh and crisp sound.

"I want to create my own dance and dance with the world and the common people."

"Bastard, if you say such stupid words again, the family law will serve you." Xiao Minchen still couldn't say anything too serious.

"Father, I'm serious." My brother was very firm, "My life belongs to dance. I can feel the wind, the movement of the clouds, the lightness of the river, the graceful vegetation, and everything in nature is dancing all the time. .I want to dance with all things, and one day I will be on the stage of the Heavenly Calamity Festival and dance with all beings."

"You've been confused recently, go back and think about it. Don't push yourself too hard with your homework. Let's talk about it after a period of rest."

Father actually softened his tone, no one would accept it suddenly,