Chapter 247: How Many Chapters Can the Twenty-Four Dynasties Accommodate?

The students in the audience have a tendency to get out of control, of course, there are only sophomores here, and the juniors are still at a loss, not knowing what happened to suddenly make the madness scream, as for the high school party, they can only say nothing, and wait and see.

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Suddenly, all the lights on the stage of the auditorium dimmed, some of them were as smooth as clouds and water, and as the lights dimmed, the dark red curtain slowly closed, and the students present closed their mouths, because they knew that the most important program was coming, and their hearts could not help but surge.

The students preparing for the performance quickly took their seats on the stage, and the huge bronze chimes were also neatly arranged, as well as the gonghou and the guqin, and some girls in skirts sat cross-legged under the guqin. As for the musical talent Du Ruo, who was holding a percussion instrument under the chime, she was wearing a white cardigan skirt with long sleeves and good dancing, nodding slightly, indicating that she was already in place.

On the background of the mural at the back of the stage is written Liezi's soup question, "Therefore, the size is contained, and the infinity is also ...... Later, the Gonggong clan and Zhuan Xuan competed for the emperor, and they were angry and couldn't touch the mountain, broke the heavenly pillar, and the Jedi ......"

Cheng Xi, Su Xiaoxiao, Cheng Fairy, and the four girls in the cardigan skirts of the ark found their place, nodded to each other, and after dozens of rehearsals, they already had enough tacit understanding.

As the crimson curtain slowly opened, in the darkness, a fog produced by dry ice shrouded the entire stage, the figures of the girls appeared in the fog, the lights around instantly lit up, projected to the middle of the stage, Fang Ning, who was wearing Hanfu, slowly stepped onto the stage with a microphone in his hand, so that everyone focused their eyes on him, and countless fierce applause rang out.

As Du Ruo struck the bell, the far-reaching and melodious chimes gradually rang out, echoing in the folded auditorium.

The students in the audience watched the stage closely, many people were resonated with the classical mellow chime, and their hearts had violent ups and downs, and they began to surge, breathing slightly rapidly, no need to say anything, even if it was a poor student who did not learn and did not know how to do it, at this moment, they were also infected by the resonance from the blood, which was the voice of the ancestors, as if with the sound of this chime, they returned to the era when the ancestors drank blood and cut thorns.

With the sound of the prelude to the chime, Fang Ning's voice sounded, although it was not high, but it was very penetrating, "The year before last, the Three Kingdoms were divided into the world, last year's eighty-one was difficult to reach Tianzhu, this year the gods are on the list to shine in all directions, may the Chinese civilization have a long history and accumulate a lot of light!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the people in the audience cheered for a while, and they were so excited that they couldn't help themselves, and the demons danced and screamed. Needless to say, this opening remark alone is enough to conquer most people, including those school leaders, who involuntarily nodded slightly and gave affirmation.

Fang Ning's words were very resonant, and instantly touched the deepest strings in their hearts, which was the pride of being a Chinese with a long history of 5,000 years.

After Fang Ning finished reading, he paused, the sound of the chime was high, and another boy walked on the stage, wearing Hanfu, not showing his feet, and wearing a high crown, as if people were shuttling back to the era of fluttering clothes in ancient times.

Rows of lights were projected towards Su Can's body, only to see him standing in the center of the stage with Fang Ning, behind them were the soft shadows of the four women, still motionless in the mist, blending into the background of the two.

Su Can took the microphone, and his thick voice also sounded, "Who is the king of the thousand-year-old history, and how many chapters are there in the twenty-four dynasties? Kunlun wind and snow drag Xuanhuang, and the huge waves of rivers roll up the wilderness." The Marquis of Longting was busy making paper, and the historian Qi Shengli was round. Taishi prison through the present and the ancient, the immortal drink wine and soup. Listening to the Chronicle of the Gods, I still remember the list of gods at that time. Where is the glory of the past and now? Hidden in the hearts of the Chinese people. Don't seek fame and worship the gold list, just hope that the vitality is full of the East. Looking back 5,000 years, I am the first crazy in the ages!"

Under the lingering lights, in the background of the girl, and under the melodious chime, the audience in the audience seems to have a depressed atmosphere that does not vomit unpleasantly, and it seems that a man should be like this, wearing my Han family clothes, singing my Chinese ballads, let the water flow, let the wind be graceful.

"Okay! What a crazy man in the ages! Let's see how crazy this group of people is!" Principal Shan laughed excitedly, and the school leaders nodded their heads one after another.

Someone recognized Su Can and said that this is not the Su Can who talked about the beauty of Hanfu in class? Someone suddenly realized, this is Su Can, and he is really crazy!

Just when everyone couldn't help themselves, the chime of the prelude quickly changed and became impassioned, Fang Ning and Su Can slowly retreated, and the next thing was the stage for the girls.

With the sound of the accompanying music, the fog that lingered on the body also dispersed, and the soft bodies of the girls began to move slowly with the melody, at this moment, the stage belonged to this group of girls with sword hearts and courage, with their backs to the audience, snow-white skin, long hair like a waterfall, white sleeves, and fluttering white clothes, which made people dizzy and drooling, this may be the highest level of appearance in the history of the second middle school.

Li Sisi, who was wearing a cardigan skirt, took the microphone and went on the stage, and the aggressive song sounded from her mouth.

"Between the swallow and vomit is the clouds and water, the fingertips are dusty, I checked the five thousand turns of flying light, the beginning of the chaos a pair of bright eyes, holding a giant axe to split the desolation, open the territory to ask the three emperors, who will hide me in the Langhuan Pavilion, how many chapters can the twenty-four dynasties contain. ”

"There is firelight, take the light of the stars to shine in all directions, taste the herbs, but also drink the Daze River Wei soup soup, cut off the feet, set up the pillar of heaven to be Xuanhuang, now it's still my straight backbone, in the fish and dragon array, I Jin Ge is out of no one and does not surrender, I died in a battle, and left the heroic soul in the town of all directions. ”

"Flying kite as a flag, welcome me to the Big Dipper, the Central Plains is 90,000 hectares, I must write the first chapter of the calendar!"

Li Sisi's lyrics once again ignited the atmosphere of the audience, as the fog filled and the lights flickered, those waist girls and sturdy boys came on the stage one after another, playing the legendary characters in mythology under her lyrics, so that the characters in the history of China five years ago appeared one by one.

There is Pangu to open the world, there are three emperors and five emperors, Yao Shunyu is passed down, and there is Xia Qi to create Yanhuang, which has a long history.

There is Hou Yi holding a big bow, bending the bow to shoot the sun, his eyes are far-reaching and melodious, there are boasting of his father day by day, thirsty to drink rivers, and there are Suiren's drill wood to make fire, and take Chinese fire.

Before Fuxi painted the hexagram Yin and Yang, there were female babies who cut their feet, cried blood to make up for the sky, and Shennong tasted a hundred herbs and died in a foreign land.

There is Jingwei reclamation, there is Xingtian Dance and Qi who still does not regret dying, and there are Nine Heavens Xuannu......

There are many, many mythological characters, one by one, they are active on the screen or on the paper, or absurd, or grotesque, but no matter what, they are deeply rooted in the blood of the Chinese people, which is unforgettable.