Jingguo, Baishui City, and in the pleasure boat on the Baishui River, as the woman on the stage finished speaking, the whole stage suddenly became like a dream, the smoke rose, the rain of flowers fell, and the sound of silk and bamboo sounded, as if it was brought to an ethereal valley where white flowers bloomed, which attracted everyone's attention, and the entire pleasure boat suddenly became quiet.+

"It's interesting..." In the private room, Shura suddenly pushed the woman around him away and came to the window.

Tang Tian raised his eyebrows, and the thing Shura, who was passing by the flowers, must be facing it, must be not simple. He could also come to the window, but wanted to see what tricks he could play here.

In the hall, the stage was like a dream. In the light and shadow, a pink lotus slowly appeared in the middle of the stage. The smoke rose and slowly opened, and countless people looked forward to it.

But I can't see the pictures on the stage at all. The mist is like a dream, and the flowers and rain are colorful. A fiery red figure appears in the lotus on the stage, like a flame elf.

A hazy woman, wearing a charming red long skirt, was placed below her waist, and she could barely reach her feet, without any wisps at her waist. She showed her waist like a willow, as if it would break at any time. Above her waist, two fiery red roses barely wrapped the split bee milk, and the deep ditch wanted to make people addicted to it.

A red gauze covered the face on the snow-white neck, and only a pair of dreamy eyes stared at the world, making people want to lift the veil to see the face behind the veil. The snow-white arms waved, like white clouds floating, and the dance began.

This woman, known as Xiao Yuner, attracted everyone's attention just by appearing. Everyone opened their eyes wide and couldn't bear to blink. They were afraid of missing any details. If someone could hear people's voices, they would know that almost everyone was exclaiming in their hearts that this trip was worthwhile.

"It's interesting. I didn't expect that I could see such a dreamy woman in this remote little place. Fortunately, I didn't miss it. The enchanting redness is the sunset that even the sun shines cannot be covered by the sun. Good..." Shura looked at the dancer on the stage like a dream, and said in a fascination.

On the stage, the dreamy woman danced to the stage like a ball of fire elf. Every movement and every look gave people a different feeling, as if it was sublimated by the thoughts. What she saw was not the dance, but the beauty that had long been looking forward to in her heart.

That kind of dance posture cannot be described in words, and every move is beautiful. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a dance and a charming one. It is an art that has transcended posture and language and is sublimated into a kind of artistic conception of Tao.

At least thousands of people in the entire pleasure boat were quiet, and the needles were heard. No one was willing to miss this peerless dance move, obsessed, intoxicated, or even in the hall. Some people were confused, some were intoxicated, some were in pain, and some were happy. From that dance move, it seemed as if they had seen the most unforgettable moment in their lives, and all kinds of sentient beings were fully expressed.

The rhythm began to become rapid, and the women on the stage began to rotate, faster and faster. Finally, it was like a fiery red flame in the border town burning, and the brightest beauty was about to bloom in this world.

As the woman rotated, the dancers suddenly raised their minds, fearing that the part of the waist, which was like a willow branch, would have stopped the rhythm suddenly when the woman rotated to the fastest, and the woman collapsed on the stage.

For some reason, as the woman collapsed, everyone's heart suddenly rose. Some people even subconsciously took two steps forward and wanted to help the other party up before they realized that this was actually part of the dance.

"Although this dance cannot reach the level of the four great masters of Yasukuni, it is still a charming posture." In the private room, Shura murmured to himself, not stingy with his praise.

Unlike everyone else, Tang Tian also flashed a little astonishment in his eyes when he saw this woman appear, but then his brows frowned deeply. No one noticed that deep in his eyes, a cold light flashed, and even though there was anger rising in his heart, he wanted to kill all the people present watching the dance.

Why is this happening? Because he knew the woman on the stage. Xiao Yun'er was a pseudonym, and the other party's real identity was the little Que'er who Tang Tian met in Feixian City. The woman who was told by the real dragon clone at a glance that she wanted to get!

"I never thought that she had such talent, almost Taoism, no, she should have comprehended her own Taoism. The fire is like a firework blooming. Although I don't know what level she has reached, it is rare to be able to integrate Taoism into dance." After suppressing the murderous intent in her heart, Tang Tian said in his heart.

Although I don’t know why Xiao Que’er appeared here, Tang Tian observed and found that this Xiao Que’er was definitely not forced to come out to dance. In this way, there are many things behind this that are worth pondering.

For example, why did Xiao Queer appear here? Why didn’t he be with her cousin, the phoenix? What did she experience after the Supreme Tomb was broken? What does this pleasure boat have to do with her?

The rhythm stopped and the dance stopped, but people were unable to pull their thoughts out of the dance just now.

Until Xiao Que'er's figure stood up from the stage and was about to retreat slowly, a young man in white suddenly stood up and shouted slowly! Suddenly, Xiao Que'er's movement stopped and looked at him under the stage in confusion. The same was true for everyone else, not understanding what the young man in white was going to do.

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, the young man in white walked forward slowly and looked at the little Queer and said, "I am lucky to watch the girl dance today. The little boy feels touched. I will give you a poem, and I hope the girl will stay for a moment."

"I am another pretentious guy. Is there any other kind of scholar who can write poetry? I really think I am a very knowledgeable guy."

"Yes, yes, who doesn't know that the Holy Land of Haotian is not far from here. Any talented man who is well-read in poetry and books is drawn out. This guy is also embarrassed to come out and show off his ugly face"?

The young man in white ignored the ridicule of the people around him and said to himself: "In the Holy Land of Haotian, Wang Jiaheng of Haoyue Peak, please listen to me to write a poem for you, called "Watching the Dance and Drunkenness."

When this young man in white described himself as Wang Jiaheng, Haoyue Peak, Haoyue Peak, the entire pleasure boat suddenly no one spoke. Everyone looked at him with surprise. It turned out that the other party was a disciple of Haotian Holy Land, or the chief disciple of Haoyue Peak, the seventy-two peaks of the outer sect. Who dared to come out to question this identity?

In the private room, the cultivation pupils shrank, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. However, there was no unnecessary movement. It was obvious that Wang Jiaheng, who had only met him not long ago, appeared here, and had not found the other party before.

Tang Tian was also surprised. He never thought that Wang Jiaheng would appear here, in this small place, but at this time the other party appeared, and the other party's words and deeds made Tang Tian's heart slightly cold.

Wang Jiaheng moved forward slowly. Countless eyes around him looked at the little bird on the stage and said slowly: "The white water is curved and the lights are rising, the water waves are gurgling, the bright moon is drunk for a night, and it is impossible to beat the flying fairy dance."

"Okay, okay, I am worthy of being a disciple of Haotian Holy Land, and I am very impressed. The girl's dance is vividly displayed and makes us intoxicated. Tonight's events will definitely be passed down as a good story..."

After Wang Jiaheng's words fell, a large number of good sounds in the hall were heard. I don't know whether it was true admiration or false praise, but no matter what, Wang Jiaheng was able to write a poem in this short time. The other party still has a certain level.

"What do you think? I think the girl is here to perform. I think it is a forced life. I am willing to invest in saving the girl and the water and fire. If you are lucky, can the girl dance a song for me alone? If it is a lifetime, that would be better." Wang Jiaheng said slowly at the little Queer on the stage, and he had already stepped onto the stage with his steps.

"Haha, okay, okay, today I not only have the honor to see the peerless dance posture, but also see disciples of Haotian Holy Land writing poems and courtships. This will definitely be a good story, and we are the witnesses." Someone in the hall started to cheer.

Although it is known as the holy land of literature, no one thinks that the so-called beautiful lady and gentleman are wrong. Wang Jiaheng comes forward and says this. Instead, he thinks that this is the best thing. A talented man and a beautiful woman, isn’t that the case?

The little Queer on the stage looked at Wang Jiaheng, her eyes flashed. When she wanted to say something, she was interrupted by a sudden voice and looked over in shock.

"Slowly, what nonsense poems can I make them casually. Men should hold swords in the world. Such soft poems can only be made by women, and they also mean to show off here."

A sudden voice sounded, and in the astonished eyes of countless people, Shura, who had changed into a blood-colored robe, stepped into the stage step by step, ignored Wang Jiaheng's ridiculous gaze and said lightly: "Girl, there are not so many twists and turns below. I will tell you bluntly that I admire you too, and I have written a poem, please listen, girl."

"This guy, can't you see others showing off more than him... Wang Jiaheng?" In the private room, Tang Tian narrowed his eyes and said to himself, but the first half of the sentence was about Shura.

"The mist and mist are falling, the flames are ruthless and burning the eyes, and the dancing elves are intoxicating the world. Why not use swords to break into the world? The sword is cold in the clear water and the sword is cold, and the blood is full of the universe is killing people. Each person and one sword are singing, and only the red sleeves are owing to the fragrance beside him." Shura ignored Wang Jiaheng's eyes and looked at the corner of Xiao Que'er's mouth with a trace of evil arc and said lightly.

After saying that, he looked at Xiao Queer and smiled, "Girl, I was fascinated by your dancing posture at first sight. I was a duckweed, killing people with a sword, and arousing revenge, but my heart was empty. When I saw the girl today, I realized what was missing in my life. It turned out that I was missing a partner who danced together for the rest of my life. Follow me, I killed someone, and you dance for me, okay? In this way, I can live the world for a long time."

"Haha, okay, okay, what a saying is that blood is full of the world to kill people. If a man is alive, he has to kill people with a sword. Miss Yun'er will follow such a real man, that is the best place to belong."

"Yes, yes, how lonely it is to be with the sword, if you have red sleeves, even if the sword is stained with blood, it will be beautiful..."

No matter what world, there is never a lack of people who make fun of it. Wang Jiaheng just stood up and another one came out. There is a good show to watch. Everyone wants the other party to be more intense.

To put it bluntly, this kind of occasion is jealous, and it depends on verbal skills. Everyone knows that they will not fight and will make a fuss. If they lose to others verbally, they will be ridiculed.

In the private room, Tang Tian looked at Shura and sighed in his heart that this guy is indeed a guy who loves to play with flowers and plants. If ordinary women say what they say, they may not be able to control them at all. Wang Jiaheng is elegant and a young talent. Which woman doesn’t want her to be such a man in her life?

However, no matter what, since Tang Tian's clone once said what he wanted to get Xiao Que'er, he would ruin the situation here no matter what. It was nothing but face, even though no one knew that he had said that.

On the stage, Xiao Que'er's eyes were star-like, looking at Wang Jiaheng and Shura, with the corners of her eyes slightly raised, and she was about to say something, but when the third slow word resounded through the hall, she stopped and spoke again.

Everyone was shocked. Who is this? He stood up again? There are twists and turns, and there is a good show now.

In the private room, Tang Tian slowly walked towards the stage with a golden robe. Although he did not look like he was practicing evil spirits or was not as handsome as Wang Jiaheng, his noble temperament was not what they both had.

Ignoring everyone's gaze, Tang Tian looked at Xiao Que'er on the stage, and obviously saw a hint of surprise, perhaps a hint of surprise and shock in the other party's eyes. He slowly spoke: "I have been lucky enough to watch the girl dance today. I have a poem below. Please listen to it."

"Tell me quickly, try to make a poem that surpasses them, hahaha..."

"It's the third one, I don't know if anyone will jump out later. I'm looking forward to it."

"Oh, Brother Zhao, why don't you give me one too..."

Tang Tian stood up and once again put the scene in a new situation. There were endless people making excuses. It was a good show, a good show, and it was the right one.

Looking at the little bird, Tang Tian said, "Why are you good at dancing with your long sleeves? I'm sorry that the small building talks about the desolation? The leaves of lovesickness by the Baishui River, the branches of the skylarks come from the east, the lotus dances in the flowers all night, the flowing water gurgles at night, and the three thousand black hairs are left for, and the white flowers bloom alone are sad."

Speaking of this, Tang Tian showed a faint smile. After looking at Shura and Wang Jiaheng, he looked at Xiao Que'er again and said, "Miss, you have long hair and waist, how good is it to marry me?"

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Chapter completed!