Doomsday Pavilion

Face and lizi said that after losing face, there is still lining, and when there is no lining, you can't save face.

Tens of thousands of people have been dyed into green grass. From a distance, it seems that the green area of ​​Qinshan Wushu School has suddenly expanded a lot. Dozens of waterwheels drove into the square for people to simply wash and rinse.

After a very sincere apology from the school, everyone laughed at each other, and it passed.

One person’s embarrassment is really embarrassing. When everyone is like this, there are two very famous explanations before the catastrophe, one is called Songkran and the other is called Carnival.

Even the most hypocritical and hardest to provoke employees in the scientific research institute on weekdays can’t see the slightest dissatisfaction on their faces. This is the confidence of Qinshan Martial Arts School. Who dad can guarantee that his little rabbit will not come to Qinshan for a while. ...Well, there is a special case in the base city, such as the one with the surname Zhao who can't afford it.

"Everyone Bai...ooh... it's everyone Bai who is on stage!"

"That's not right, isn't everyone the finale? Why did you play early?"

The host’s voice was full of fanatical adoration, "Today, our school is fortunate to invite everyone from Bai to present an excerpt from the ancient song Peony Pavilion to you, a dream."

I saw Bai Suren wearing a plain white ink-and-wash embroidered shawl, a pink stand-up collar embroidered shirt, a white background bluegrass pattern embroidered horse skirt, a large bun, long green braids hanging behind his head, and a net on the bun. Zihua, full of precious light shimmering, all kinds of diamonds and gemstones are inlaid on it, and the halves of grass flowers are separated by the dots of Fei Chui ears, and the Xiaofeng peaches are half-turned.

Then there were hairpins, hairpins, step yao, and tianzi scattered on the hair, shaking slightly.

Just this side of the head, I can see everyone present is speechless, covering almost all materials such as stone, bamboo, jade, bone, gold, silver, shell, agate, amber, diamonds, and even a little bit of diamond-like dust. The high-end source crystal.

People say that every step has a weeping bead, and every step is shaking.

Bai Suren floated on stage like a light cloud, and the wind in the open air never stopped, and Zhu Cui did not make any sound until she stood back in the center of the stage and gently took a voice. Only then did the tassel beads emit a long and crisp sound.

A voice seemed to sigh,

"Women in the world are sentimental, rather like Du Li Niang!"

"Dream of a person is sick, and sickness is even more continuous, to the hand painted description, passed on to the world and then died."

The sound was so light, it was in my ears, like a breeze blowing on my face, and like a snowflake in June, it disappeared in a flash.

"Hey, I finally heard everyone Bai's Peony Pavilion again..."

"Why doesn't this chanter come on stage?"

"There is a tone and a tone, just a few utterances is a worthwhile trip!"

"Ignorance, this is the idiom of everyone in Baibai. I don't know it?"

Chanting again,

"Love doesn't know where it started, but goes deeper"

"The living can die, and death can live"

"Those who cannot live and die, and those who die and cannot be resurrected, are not in love."

In just a few words, they led everyone into a distant place they had never reached before.

Bai Su Ren opened his mouth slightly and sang,

"The dream returns to Yingbo, the chaos is full of years, and the man sets up a small courtyard"

Lin Chou took a breath, this...

As soon as the singing went on, Wan Lai was quiet, and it seemed that even the wind had died down. Only the voiceless singing was subtle and mellow.

Somewhere in the audience, Zhao Ziyu and Si Kong were sitting together. Yes, there were two carefully carved chairs of nephrite that were warm in winter and cool in summer.

There were fifty bodyguards with the lowest rank and second-tier bodyguards, and they forced a shadow for them.

On stage, deep and lingering tunes sang repeatedly.

In the audience, Sikong's eyes were already empty and his mouth opened.

"If the one above is not a white Su Ren, I think this young master is already in love..."

Zhao Ziyu drank the cold salt soda, curled his mouth, and narrowed his eyes.

"The shriveled one is like a bean sprout, what's to behold, um... This young master likes Qing Yu's mature and beautiful sister. Wow, the mountains are high and the road is far away, and I still need to work hard to explore It is."

Sikong disdain, "You have a serious lack of maternal love, this is a disease, you can cure it!"

Bai Suren's singing reverberated throughout the Qinshan Mountains, and beautiful red or green birds flew down the canopy one after another, not afraid of others, step by step cautiously approaching the stage.

The reverberation around the beam, hundreds of birds come to face.

"No matter how beautiful the beautiful day is, who's home is fun!"

With a low voice, a picturesque woman appeared in front of people, and Du Liniang, who hurts and complains about herself, is talking to her.

The beautiful, long-distance, deeply emotional melody complements the sorrowful and sad emotions, and the straight singing makes the mouth fragrant.

After the song, Bai Suren tumbled, his eyes wandering back to the stage, the corners of his mouth swelled, but no sound came out.

Sikong murmured, "I was surprised that Acacia did not show up. It turned out that it was already in the bone."

"Sikong, what did you say?" Zhao Ziyu asked in surprise.

Sikong said in a low voice, "She said that she was surprised that lovesickness was not revealed, because it was only because of the bone."

Zhao Ziyu scratched his head, "God is talking, I don't understand..."

Sikong sighed, "Since ancient times, passionate women have hated freely, and the world is full of damn big bosses like you. Even though there are so many styles, who would you tell them?!"

"Cut!" Zhao Ziyu was very disdainful.

"First of all, you talked about the vacant hatred who has all kinds of amorous feelings."

Zhao Ziyu pointed to the stage,

"If it's a male or female, you can tell me clearly first!"

Sikong was dumb.

Here, Lin Chou also had to express admiration for Bai Suren’s singing skills, although the gender boundaries are very blurred...

But truly talented people are absolutely worthy of respect, and there is no problem in saying that everyone is confessed.

"It's the first time Boss Lin listened to everyone's chants?"

Lin Chou nodded and looked at Qin Wuyong who was talking...

It seems that there are a lot of Qin in the base city.

Qin Wuyong smiled and fiddled with the recorder III in his hand.

"Everyone Bai once sang the Peony Pavilion for fifty-five years at the venue for the bicentennial of the establishment of the base city. At that time, everyone was still a very small girl and couldn't walk steadily... The whole venue was filled with various birds and animals, dancing to the melody, everyone sang, and fainted to the ground. These animals and birds did not allow anyone to approach. The magic plant fruit was fed to the Bai family for three days. It was not until the Bai family woke up safely that the birds gradually dispersed. The bright light made a sensation and became a legend."

Is there such a thing?This is the mythical version of Mingguang Legend?

"Boss Lin doesn't believe it?"

Lin Chou nodded.

Qin Wuyong said, "I don't believe it either!"

"..."

Shan Ye leaned his neck on the stove, and suddenly woke up, wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

"Um...what's the situation?...why, finished singing? It was so good!"

Xia Yu curled his lips, "Is your old man awake?"

Shan Ye's eyes are like caring for the orphan children begging along the street, "Drink is not intoxicating and everyone is drunk. Lao Tzu is immersed in the profound artistic conception of music, intoxicated!"

"..."

There is such a brazen person!