Let the underground queen stand in the sun and play the piano and sing?

To wake up this shattered earth with music?

This kind of thing, Murong Yanran never dreamed of.

Her beautiful eyes stopped at the young man in front of her, warm as jade, humble and gentlemanly, but there was a hint of madness, such as... The hair is very messy, and there is dull hair, just like the first time I saw my head sideways at the same time under the eaves of the spring Jiangnan.

Anyone in the world asked her to sing, she would let this person die a miserable death, but she would not disobey the person in front of her, so she responded gently: "Brother, I will listen to you for everything." ”

...

Meng Mulu never thought that his life would go on this trajectory...

He was once the king of the tribe of the Southern Barbarians, and he was also the most talented warrior in the entire clan, breaking the extraordinary, passing the legend, and then soaring into the sky through killing and robbery to become a myth, everywhere he went, either everyone worshipped or everyone feared.

I thought that from now on, this world will have its own place, and I am destined to become a celebrity through the ages and become a shocking legend in the history books thousands of years later.

But he never imagined that he would become the head of the guard of an unknown dance company.

A captain of the bodyguard of a dance company?

What bullshit identity?

And that's not all...

As a Nanban myth, he has fifty martial artists who have just stabilized their essence and blood as his subordinates, these martial artists have no crooked melons and cracked dates, and their heights are relatively consistent, and it was the mysterious son who suddenly appeared who recruited and stuffed him.

He wanted to refuse at first, but he Meng Mulu is not a brainless person, even if he pushes with his feet, he can know what kind of pervert this son who is relied on by his own master for thousands of years.

Therefore, Meng Mulu forcibly accepted these fifty martial artists.

The boy recruited ten more girls who could sing and dance, and then let him manage them, these girls were graceful and graceful, and they were obviously all trained, but they lost their original livelihood in the troubled times.

However, he Meng Mulu is not a person who looks at faces, and he doesn't know whether women are good-looking or not.

All he knew was that he could slap them all to death.

However, these people don't even have any muscles, they can actually become their own subordinates, and they need to manage them by themselves.

It's just that Meng Mulu feels like he's going crazy.

Are you kidding??

He would rather face an army with a pair of fists than do something like this.

Ah Ku shed tears of humiliation.

I'm a Nanban myth...

Suddenly, the girl's soft voice came through the curtain:

"Ahh ”

Meng Mulu, who is a myth of the Southern Barbarians, stood up suddenly, took a breath, and bowed.

Bai Peach lifted the curtain and walked out, now she can control her body shape and skin to the most perfect point, which can be described as extremely beautiful, and the beauty makes it difficult to breathe.

Cold and glamorous like a queen who reigns over the world, poetic like a talented woman in the south of the Yangtze River, mysterious like a terrifying unknown in the dark night.....

Such a woman.

Meng Mulu was scared to death.

White Peach Blossom beckoned, "Come here." ”

Meng Mulu crossed his hands, protected his lower abdomen, hunched over and ran over, bending down to avoid his master from looking up to himself when he spoke, otherwise it would be his own great disrespect!

The owner is only 1.7 meters tall, but he is more than 3 meters, and this bend is 90 degrees in half...

Bai Taohua's finger touched the center of his eyebrows.

Meng Mulu was startled, suddenly knelt down, and begged for mercy.

Bai Peach whispered: "It's nothing, it's just to make you forget something, why do I need to come over when I want to kill you?"

Meng Mulu was taken aback, and hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, what you said is." ”

Bai Peach snorted lightly, "Oh, sure enough, when people are excited, they are easy to show their stuffing, you are obviously a dumb person, how can you speak, my brother is going to be angry when he sees it, my brother is angry, it is not easy for you to die." ”

Meng Mulu's eyes widened.

Meng Po said that it is not easy to die, it is really not easy.

The muscular bald macho man who was more than three meters tall didn't dare to say any more, staring at him with wide eyes, begging for mercy with his eyes, but he didn't dare to speak.

Bai Taohua said: "Forget it, I'll save you." ”

Meng Mulu suddenly changed into big eyes of gratitude.

The white peach blossom's fingers were mysterious, filled with a dead silence and treacherous breath, like a terrifying black mist rushing into Meng Mulu's primordial spirit.

Soon...

Meng Mulu's shame disappeared.

He forgot that he could speak, and became a real mute.

I also forgot the identity of my Nanban mythology.

Now, he was casually stuffed into his mind by Meng Po with a memory:

My name is Ah Ku, I am eighteen years old, why am I eighteen, no need to ask, I am eighteen years old.

I was originally a child, walking the mountain road to meet thieves, the whole family was killed, fortunately was saved by the master, since then I abandoned literature and martial arts, hard practice martial arts, practice physique.

It's a pity that the old man died in the ten years of murder and robbery, and now I just want to repay the favor to the young lady and the son.

Whoever wants to hurt the young lady and the childe, step over the corpse of Ah Ku!

White Peach walked away satisfied.

And then she forgot about her own power as promised.

...

Night.

Autumn winds blow across the lake.

Bai Peach sat on a snow-white blanket, rolled up her trousers, revealing a broken calf, playing back and forth in the lake, and she had a strange tranquility, exhaustion, and sadness in her heart.

She pulled her lips with a smile, lay back, and looked at the starry sky, as well as the man's voice in the small pavilion near the lake that was only three meters behind her.

In the past, she still had a mustard for Bai Qi's body, but now this body is Xia Ji himself, and it is the real person, because this is his own life that he has evolved and belongs to himself, from now on, as long as the Lord still exists, this body is him, and Bai Peach is red-faced.

The candle flame behind him was lit.

Bai Peach Blossom looked curiously at the son under the candlelight, what was he walking with his cheeks on?

Xia Ji is holding a pen and writing a ruler score.

Halfway through the pen, his expression drifted a little distant.

There was information about the cabaret troupe that came into his head.

There is already a song and dance troupe in this land, touring everywhere, which can be regarded as a circle attached to the fireworks and willow lane, but it is fundamentally different.

In the circle of these song and dance troupes, he had a lot of contact with when he was a "Oiran mentor", and some people even traveled thousands of miles to come to the royal capital to ask him for words.

So, he also knows a little about this circle:

Song and dance troupes are roughly divided into several categories:

Category I.

The eldest lady of the family is mostly the children of the high-ranking members of the family, and these women are beautiful and like talent singing and dancing. The reason why the family was formed was to expand its popularity on the one hand, and on the other hand, it was also possible to carry out the secret family tasks in another way.

Although Queen Wen Yi was ruthless in the later period, the reason why she was able to become a queen was also because when she came to the royal capital with the Beidi Song and Dance Troupe when she was young, she was favored by the son of heaven who was still the prince, and then she had the story behind.

Category II.

The Chamber of Commerce was formed, and it may seem to outsiders that this is completely different from the family, but Xia Ji knows that every Chamber of Commerce has a family behind it, and to put it bluntly, the Chamber of Commerce Song and Dance Troupe is also a kind of Family Song and Dance Troupe.

Category III.

Formed by the people.

Category IV.

Gangs formed.

As for the laws of the world, it is still relatively clear, and the song and dance troupe will be protected by the local government everywhere it goes, and there is no such thing as "you can stay as a concubine if you see it", and "the powerful can flirt at will".

The reason behind this is also because the water of the song and dance troupe is very deep, and the relationship network is intricate, if the powerful have a crush on someone, then they will have a good place with others, if they are willing, then they are consensual, otherwise they can't force it.

Why is this a rule?

A long time ago, there were two cases of "flirting with the eldest lady of the dance troupe, or the second miss", the molesting magnate thought he was great, but the result was that he completely provoked the people who should not be provoked, and at that time he and even his family did not know at all, the result was very simple, that is, the chicken and dog were not left, and one of the families of the molesting queen was punished by ten clans, the head was hung high, the blood of the killing was like a river, and batch after batch of deaths were killed, and the local city lord directly lost the black yarn hat.

Of course, there is no implication that the emperor took office to kill chickens and monkeys and control power, but since then, the original law of law and order in the Great Zhou Dynasty has been greatly valued, and no powerful people dare to rob the people's daughters or anything.

Someone is going to ask again, why is there so many big men in such a good emperor?

The first is because the Son of Heaven is old and has been tricked into illusion, and second, even without this, most of the people in this era are easy to forget, as soon as natural disasters and man-made disasters come, people with hidden evil intentions turned the "Concubine Ning" at that time into an emotional outlet, then Concubine Ning is the cause of natural and man-made disasters, and the Son of Heaven is not a good thing because of this, and no one remembers the good things he did before.

"So, what kind of song can uplift the heart, and wake up the land?"

Last year's God of Killing, this year's Son, and the change of identity have no incongruity for him, because he has always faced everything with his heart.

The cultivation of [Marrying the Moon without Phase] is very smooth, and the recovery of true qi is also very smooth, even if this most perfect body is only cultivated by itself, it can reach the level that one year of cultivation is equivalent to being cultivated for a hundred years, not to mention that Xia Ji has not forgotten the cultivation method, and his Yuan Shen is still strong.

For martial arts, for the comprehension of Xuangong, he has entered a new and unknown realm.

In the state of killing and robbery, he has learned a lot, from condensing the "Heaven Turning Sword Seal" to "Sword Seal" and then to "Seal" that he has learned in his life, every step is a new realm, so that he is no longer limited to his name, and even has a new understanding of the ghost and god catalog.

In the past, there were countless complexities, and now countless new forces are all being integrated.

This is actually what Meng Po has been doing, but she needs to use forgetting to do it, who in this world can comprehend it like Xia Ji?

Xia Ji's thoughts turned back, and he suddenly thought of a tune, and slowly dropped the lyrics on the paper:

At this moment, we are sad and silent

At this moment, tears could not be held back and dripped down

At this moment, clench your fists and say to you

We are not vulnerable in the dark

You inspire me

Life can be lonely

You inspire me

Hope is always persistent

Broken cities bury flowers

With our heads held high, we get through strongly

...

...

...

The style of music is somewhat different from the ancient style, but people's feelings are always the same.

He dropped his pen, recalled the tune, and hummed softly with his eyes closed.

This one [Unsinkable]...

It's for Yanran, and this land.

(End of chapter)