Chapter 336 The Poetry of Jianghu
Chapter 336 The Poetry of Jianghu
After all, the competition arena and the performance venue are different. First of all, there are very few stands. The victory in the arena requires a lot of enthusiasm. Most people stand and watch. The few stands are for the elders of the sect leaders and families. Now Xue Qingqiu is sitting in the middle, and Wei Ye'an Sifang and others Sitting around, everyone happily watched the spectacle.
There is no "ticket" for this performance, so come and see it if you want. This resulted in countless spectators, which had long exceeded the capacity of the competition venue, and they were crowded with people one after another. Responsible for maintaining order are the elite soldiers of the Six Gates, and Xingtai of the Tiger Gate, who has brought some brothers to do odd jobs.
The precautions are only for accidents. After all, people outside the city are still bleeding, so no one would dare to cause trouble at this time.
An Sifang looked at the spectacular scene and smacked his lips: "If we charge an entrance fee, how much will it cost?"
Xue Qingqiu was too lazy to answer such a question, and Wei Ye looked at him sideways with a look of contempt.
An Sifang was a little despised by the children. At this time, Xue Mu and Qin Wuye took their seats and said with a smile: "This game is for reputation. From now on, it is necessary to collect tickets, and the revenue from the tickets and the sales of venue gadgets will be , will be a huge benefit. I plan to start planning to build a full-time performing arts venue in Lingzhou."
Qin Wuye muttered: "If you think so far, let's see the effect first this time."
Xue Qingqiu glanced at her and smiled slightly. She understood Qin Wuye's anxiety at this time, just like when she had just become the leader of the Xingyue Sect, she was very nervous about every decision she made. Qin Wuye's "saint" is similar to the sect master, but slightly different. She is not a stickler for words in the Hehuan Sect.
Theoretically, the saint is the leader, but from a certain perspective, the "saint" is just a sacrificer. When necessary, she will use the Yuanyin she has retained 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 was not her fault, no one could have imagined the weirdness in Xue Mu.
But Qin Wuye is a special sacrificer because she is ignorant.
This world, this is everything. So she quickly changed from a theoretical leader to a real one. She needed a victory to establish her prestige, no matter what kind of victory it was.
Not only can we lead the Hehuan Sect out of the thousand-year brothel structure, but we can at least break the bottleneck of its development. This will naturally be a huge victory that will last forever.
It should be said that Qin Wuye is a very ambitious and courageous woman. Don't be fooled by her endless joy under Xue Mu. She is not just a little fairy.
Troubled times are really coming, and heroes will emerge in large numbers.
But in the background of the upcoming troubled times, there are singing and dancing, and melodious piano music.
"Ding dong..." The sound of the piano sounded, and the meaning was floating. The noisy martial arts field slowly quieted down with the sound of the piano, and Meng Lan flicked on the roof on the side.
Meng Lan's piano skills are becoming more and more perfect, and there is no need to pretend to be immortal, she is an immortal herself.
"Piano Fairy! Piano Fairy!"
Countless people shouted in unison, and everyone's face was red.
Qin Wuye took in a breath as if he had a toothache. There are many warriors here who are quite advanced in cultivation. Even if they use charm techniques to seduce them, they still need a lot of effort. Why do they all have this kind of virtue? The calmness and perseverance of the warrior are completely invisible. In the atmosphere of conformity, he is no different from a fool.
Xue Qingqiu, Ye An, Sifang and others also shook their heads secretly. They had seen this scene several times, but they still found it difficult to understand. Thousand years of martial arts atmosphere, where has the warrior's heart gone?
Only Xue Mu sighed secretly. Warriors are still passionate and passionate. If you knew that the usually dull otaku and the usually elegant bourgeoisie all changed during the concert, shaking their light sticks and shouting like crazy, you would Don’t you think it’s an evil spirit?
Meng Lan finished playing the song and drifted away. The venue gradually became quiet, and everyone knew that this was not Meng Lan's stage. She was just here to open the show and bring up the atmosphere of the performance.
In other words, Fairy Qin came from the Xingyue Sect, and this was no longer a secret.
Nowadays there is really no need to cover up.
As Meng Lan left, the more majestic and inspiring chorus of zithers and zithers came from nowhere, and a wisp of Xiao sound was mixed in it, rapid and sharp. The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the concert became a song that no one had ever heard before. the intro melody.
Swords, lights, and swords flew from the left and right, and struck accurately in the center of the ring. A pair of Hehuan sect girls crossed each other with swords in mid-air, and with a "choking" sound, they stood with their backs facing each other.
Just one appearance brought countless people in the audience directly into the scene.
What a familiar world, what a familiar intersection...
"The moment when Yun Poyue's white sword came out, he kissed the side of his neck. Victory and defeat were decided at the touch of a finger. Life and death were just a matter of inches..."
Luo Qianxueren did not appear, but the singing came first. A line of lyrics was paired with a staggered scene, and the sense of immersion was overwhelming. Not to mention the warriors who were watching, even Xue Qingqiu and Qin Wuye were unable to avoid silence on the stage.
Everyone is reminded of the past. Everyone has experienced similar life and death, critical victory or defeat.
The shadowy figures of the Acacia witches fell down onto the stage, their graceful figures carrying the light of their swords, reflecting in people's eyes the beauty of the world and the poetry of life.
The music gradually slowed down and became melodious. Luo Qianxue slowly took the stage while carrying a long sword amid the music.
"Cooking, a bowl of soup with refreshing blood and heat.
The smell and bitterness enter the bones of the hero, and the light and shadow of the sword are tasted, and the world is ups and downs.
Said, don't be anxious, don't stop, don't turn around.
When we meet on a narrow road, don't discuss the return journey, don't ask who is waiting. "
Don't ask, who is waiting. People who have had similar feelings almost burst into tears during the song.
Xue Qingqiu bit his lower lip: "Are you talking about me? Xue Mu."
Xue Mu shook his head and said: "This song was written a long time ago, not about you...but almost about the people of the world."
Xue Qingqiu was silent.
"When I tear apart the world of morning and dusk for half a mile, three feet of green light will wash away the smoke and dust. Drink the strongest wine, fall in love with the most beautiful person, and watch the vast sea, high clouds and waves..."
This is a man's song. When a girl like Luo Qianxue sings it, it is a little less heroic and a little more misty. It's all about the world.
The dance of the Hehuan Sect is not an ordinary dance. The dance technique has its own martial arts conception. Even in Xue Mu's eyes, one can see the vast rivers and lakes from this dance, the sunset is like blood, the universe is dim, and a ray of sword light tears the sky. lyrical imagery.
Music, dance, words, plus the martial arts that members of Xingyue Hehuan's two sects have carried with them since childhood, every movement touches your heartstrings and lets you unknowingly enter the image she wants you to enter.
Xue Mu, who knew the consequences, could not help but be fascinated by the world after witnessing the singing and dancing, let alone others?
The sound of the stars and the moon, the dance of joy... They have always been used to fight in the rivers and lakes, to charm the enemy, but for the first time, they are used to work together to dazzle the world.