Chapter 1484 Lan Caier dances

It seems that Lan Caier has been dressed up carefully.

Behind her were seven or eight young female disciples, all of whom were stunning qualifications. Fan Chong was so saliva that he was so sad that he was afraid that this was not the top ten beautiful disciples on the Nufeng Mountain, but they were all here!

The drunken disciples also woke up instantly, staring at the female disciples led by Lan Caier. There are many techniques to keep their eyes open in the mountains of Damen Mountain, which are comparable to plastic surgery techniques in the secular world. However, these disciples naturally look down on those non-natural beauties who have used the techniques to become beautiful. The female disciples who now appear in the private room can be said to be purely natural beauties, all of which are the existences they can only occasionally see at sect celebrations in the past.

I never thought that these female disciples have come to the private room now, which has made the disciples very moved.

One of the disciples whispered: "This Lan Caier must be for Senior Brother Du! There have been rumors that Lan Caier is interested in Senior Brother Du."

"So we have benefited from Senior Brother Du. Senior Brother Du is really proud of his face!"

"Tsk tsk! Senior Brother Du is really a blessing! Lan Caier is the number one beauty in our Damenshan Sect! Even if he goes to Miaoyin Sect, he will be ranked first."

Although the disciples were talking in a low voice, how could they escape Du Qinglin's ears? Du Qinglin was also full of youth and enjoyed everyone's words very much. He had long liked Lan Caier. And on the competition stage today, he also heard Lan Caier's words with his own ears, saying that as long as he performed well at the zodiac summit, she would consider marrying herself. With her current strength, although she was not very good at birth, she could still earn a ranking at the zodiac summit.

Unexpectedly, Lan Caier brought a group of female disciples to support her for this time. Du Qinglin was filled with spring for a moment and was wiped out by the depression caused by He Sheng's defeat on the competition stage.

He immediately stood up, and Lan Caier also walked towards him. The smile on Du Qinglin's face became even stronger. Just as he was about to speak, Lan Caier unexpectedly walked past him.

Lan Caier walked to He Sheng with a charming look and said, "Senior Brother He, to congratulate you on winning the championship, the junior sister brings the disciples of Nufeng Mountain to dance for the senior brother!"

When Du Qinglin saw Lan Caier walking to He Sheng, his face suddenly turned red as if it were pig's liver.

"She, she came not for herself, but for He Sheng."

Du Qinglin felt that his internal organs were pressed down by a huge rock of ten thousand tons. A heart that had just recovered a little confidence was instantly hit by a thousand critical hits.

"So Lan Caier came for Senior Brother He Sheng!"

Some disciples mentioned which pot is not open and which pot is mentioned.

"You speak quietly, haven't you seen Senior Brother Du's expression?

Be careful to settle the score with you."

"What's the matter? Beauties match heroes!"

Seeing Lan Caier walking to him, He Sheng was not prepared at all. He still had some impression of this female disciple. When she was competing with Du Qinglin, she was standing on Du Qinglin's side.

This girl is really good at knowing the current affairs!

He Sheng glanced at Lan Caier with his eyes unrestrainedly. It has to be said that this woman's appearance is a disaster for the country and the people. However, in the secular world, he has long been used to seeing beautiful women. He has three beautiful wives and is still resistant to Lan Caier's appearance.

When Lan Caier saw He Sheng staring at him with a burning look, she not only did not feel shy at all, but instead held her proud breasts.

She knew that none of the men were gentlemen, and as long as she took action, none of them would fall under her pomegranate skirt.

Sure enough, He Sheng couldn't help swallowing. He forced himself to turn his head and said to the perverts: "Brothers, Junior Sister Lan wants to dance to me, do you want to see it?"

Everyone immediately let out wolf howls: "Think! Think!"

He Sheng then turned his head and looked at Lan Caier: "Hehe, Junior Sister Lan, thank you for your hard work!"

Lan Caier was very disdainful of He Sheng's pretending to be serious, "You are pretending to be for me, I will make you unable to take your eyes off later."

Lan Caier bowed slightly to He Sheng, and then took a few female disciples to a dance hall in the private room for performance.

At this time, several female disciples took out the instruments of Shengxiao, Pipa, Qinse and other musical instruments from their storage world. A melodious ensemble came quickly. Lan Caier stood in the center of the stage, and three other female disciples danced behind her. At first, the music was very gentle, and Lan Caier also changed her movements gently with the rhythm of the music. Her steps were gentle and her dancing posture was light, like the waves surging in a flat lake, and like a spring swallow spreading her wings. When the music entered a fast rhythm, she was like leaves in a whirlwind, flying rapidly, with long sleeves graceful, as if she was like a fairy in the sky.

He Sheng remembered the poem of the god of poetry that he had seen in the textbook before, and couldn't help but recite: "There is a beautiful woman in the south, dancing with her light and green waist.

The banquet is in the evening of autumn, and the flying sleeves blow on the clouds and rain.

It is as graceful as orchids and as graceful as a dragon.

Slow states cannot be exhausted, and complex postures are curved to the end.

The lotus is low and the waves are broken, and the messy snow is lingering in the wind.

When the earrings fall, the flow is flowing, and the skirt is folded to go through the sky.

I can't catch it, so I flew away to chase the terrifying geese."

Everyone was stunned when they heard the poems He Sheng read. Damenshan was isolated from the world. Most of these younger generations were born and raised in Damenshan. They had never heard of such poems. They were lucky enough to know some poems about the warriors who entered Damenshan in the world. They were also introductory, such as "The bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground."

Watching He Sheng recite the poems, Du Qinglin felt more and more ashamed of himself. He lost to He Sheng in martial arts. Unexpectedly, he was far from being able to live in understanding and literary talent. At this time, he poured himself one bowl after another. Only by getting drunk can he temporarily forget the gap between himself and this person.

Lan Caier on the dance pavilion also heard the poems He Sheng recited. Her eyes looked at He Sheng and she couldn't help but feel more happy. In this place where the strong are respected, all women are strong people, but which woman doesn't like those romantic poems?

After the dance, Lan Caier also wanted a big bowl from Xiao Er's hand. He poured a bowl of wine and walked to He Sheng with affectionate words: "Senior Brother He, today you are on the competition stage, which makes the junior sister fall in love with you at first sight. I didn't expect that you have such a talent for your poetry. Junior Sister to toast you with this bowl of wine."

After saying that, Lan Caier raised her head and drank a bowl of wine without leaving a drop.

"Can Lan Caier drink alcohol?"

All the disciples looked straight. Even at the sect celebration, Lan Caier went to toast some elders, but she tried it casually. Unexpectedly, she was so heroic in front of Senior Brother He!

"You don't understand yet. Lan Caier is facing Senior Brother He."

"Didn't it mean that the sect leader has made a marriage for Senior Brother He in Miaoyin Sect?"

"It's not just that I'm marrying them together. As the future leader of my Damenshan Sect, what are three wives and four concubines?"

When Lan Caier heard the jokes from the disciples, she didn't know whether it was alcohol or something. Her face was already pink at this time.

"Senior Brother He, does the poem you just now have a name?"

Lan Caier changed the topic to avoid embarrassment.

name?

He Sheng really can't remember this. Often, he only remembers a few classic sentences and does not deliberately remember the names.

But after thinking about it, no one knew this poem in this mountain, so he thought about it.

He smiled and said, "The name of that poem is called Buttford!"

"Bootford".

Lan Caier said it once and always felt strange. Could it be that it was the title of a great Buddha in the Buddhist sect?
Chapter completed!