Chapter 336 Poetry in the World

The competition venue and the performance venue are still different after all.

First of all, it is reflected in the fact that there are very few stands. What the decisive victory in the ring is the excitement. Most of the people are standing and watching, and a small number of stands are for the old people of the sect leader family. Now Xue Qingqiu is sitting in the middle, and Ye An Sifang and others are sitting around, all of whom are happily watching the spectacular scene.

There are no tickets for this performance, so you can come if you want to see it.

This has led to countless viewers, which have long exceeded the scope that the competition venue can carry, and are bustling one after another.

The elite soldiers and powerful soldiers of the Six Gates, as well as the Tiger Gate Singhtai, who brought some brothers to do odd jobs.

All we are guarding against is accidents. After all, the blood in the outside world has not dried up, so no one dares to make trouble no matter how we think about it.

An Sifang looked at the spectacular scene and smacked his lips: If you collect tickets, how much does it cost?

Xue Qingqiu was too lazy to answer such questions, and Ye looked at him with a very contemptuous look.

An Sifang was despised by the children. At this time, Xue Mu, Qin Wu got into the seat at night and said with a smile: This is a reputation.In the future, it is necessary to collect tickets, and the ticket revenue and the sales of venues and gadgets brought up will be huge benefits.I plan to start building a full-time performing arts venue in Lingzhou.

Qin Wuye muttered: I think so far, let’s see the effect this time.

Xue Qingqiu glanced at her and smiled slightly.

She understood Qin Wuye's uneasiness at this time, just like when she just became the leader of Xingyue, she was very uneasy in every decision.

Qin Wuye's Saint is similar to the Sect Master, but it is still slightly different. She is not a single word in Hehuan Sect.

Theoretically, the saint is considered a leader, but from a certain perspective, the saint is just a sacrificer. When necessary, she has retained the Yuanyin for twenty years to do what the Hehuan Sect needs to do.

Qin Wuye chose to use it on Xue Mu, and then failed...

This is not her fault, and no one could have imagined the strangeness of Xue Mu.

But Qin Wuye is another special sacrificer because she is empty.

This world, this is everything.So she quickly turned from a theoretical leader to a substance, and she needed a victory to establish prestige, no matter what kind of victory it was.

Not to mention that it can lead Hehuan Sect out of the thousand-year-old brothel pattern, at least it must break the bottleneck of development to the end. It will naturally be a great victory and will last forever.

It should be said that Qin Wuye is a very ambitious and courageous woman. Don’t be confused by her wits of Chenghuan under Xue Mu. He is not only a little fairy.

It’s really a chaotic world, with many heroes emerging.

But in the background of this troubled times, the fragrance of singing and dancing is set off, and the music of the piano is melodious.

Dingdong... The piano sounded, with a floating meaning. The noisy martial arts field slowly calmed down with the sound of the piano, watching Meng Lan play on the side roof.

Meng Lan's piano skills became more and more flawless. She almost didn't pretend to be a fairy spirit, and she was a banished immortal.

Fairy Qin!Fairy Qin!

Countless people shouted in unison, and everyone's face was blushed.

Qin Wuye took a breath like a toothache.

There are many warriors with high cultivation here. Even if they use Mèi technique to seduce, they will take some tricks. How come they are all this?

The calmness and perseverance of the warrior is invisible, and it is no different from a fool in the atmosphere of following the crowd.

Xue Qingqiu, Ye An, Sifang and others were also shaking their heads secretly. They had seen this scene several times, but they still found it difficult to understand.Where did the martial arts atmosphere go after a thousand years?

Only Xue Mu sighed secretly. The warriors are still passionate and passionate. If you know that the scene of the dull otaku and the elegant bourgeoisie in the concert, they all changed into individuals and shouted like crazy, shaking the glow stick and shouting wildly, would you think that it was possessed by evil spirits?

Meng Lan played it and floated away.The venue slowly became quiet, and everyone knew that this was not Meng Lan's stage. She just came out to open the show and brought up the atmosphere of the performance.

In other words, Fairy Qin comes from Xingyue’s Sect, and this is no longer concealed.

Now there is indeed no need to cover it up.

As Meng Lan left, the more majestic and inspiring zither sound came from somewhere. A wisp of Xiao Yin mixed it, and it was rapid and sharp. The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the concerto became a prelude melody that people had never heard before.

The sword lights and swords flew from left to right, accurately fighting in the center of the ring.A pair of Hehuan Sect girls crossed their swords in the air, and with a choking sound, each standing with their backs.

With just one appearance, countless people in the show were directly involved.

What a familiar world, how familiar is intertwined...

The moment Yun Poyue White Sword appeared, he kissed lightly at the side of his neck. The winner was about to be decided at the touch, and life and death were only in a small inch...

Before Luo Qianxue Ren appeared, the singing came first, and the lyrics were accompanied by an interlaced scene. The sense of immersion was full of explosions. Not to mention the onlookers, even Xue Qingqiu and Qin Wuye were inevitably silent on the stage.

Everyone remembers the past, and everyone has had similar life and death, and a critical victory or defeat.

The shadows are wide and the witches of Hehuan fall down on the ring. The graceful figure brings the light of swords, reflected in people's eyes, is the beauty of the world and the poem of life.

The music gradually slows down and is melodious and vicissitudes.Luo Qianxue slowly took the stage with a long sword in the music.

Cook, a bowl of soup with clear blood.

The fishy and bitterness are as hard as the chivalrous as the sword light and the shadow of the sword, the world is ups and downs.

He said, don’t hurry, don’t stop, don’t turn around.

Don’t talk about the journey of return when you meet on a narrow road, don’t ask who is waiting.

Don't ask, who is waiting.People who have had similar feelings almost burst into tears in their singing.

Xue Qingqiu bit her lower lip: Are you talking about me?Xue Mu.

Xue Mu shook his head and said: This song was written long ago, not about you... but almost all people in the world.

Xue Qingqiu was silent.

When I tear open the world of the morning and evening halfway, the three-foot blue light wheel will turn to wash away the smoke and dust.Drink the strongest wine, love the most beautiful people, watch the vast sea, the clouds and the waves...

This is a man's song. When a girl like Luo Qianxue sang it, it is less heroic and more misty and rain. It is all the world.

The dance of Hehuan Sect is not an ordinary dance. The dance skills come with the artistic conception of martial arts. Even if it falls into Xue Mu's eyes, you can see the lyrics of the vast rivers and lakes, the setting sun is like blood, the universe is dark, and a sword light tearing apart the sky.

Music, dance, words, and martial arts carried by the two sects of Xingyue Hehuan since childhood, every movement is igniting your heartstrings, allowing you to unknowingly enter the image she wants you to enter.

Xue Mu, who knew the effect, could not help but witness the singing and dancing and fascinated the world, let alone others?

The sound of stars and moons, the dance of mercy... They have always been used only to fight in the martial arts world and charm the enemy, but for the first time they are used to match together and fall into the world.