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"Who are you, why should you make way for you, I'm watching this wonderful!"

"Ahem, I'm that Master Qin!"

Qin Guan's words turned the attention of the policemen who were originally on the martial arts hall personnel in the square, one of them counted one by one, and they all turned their attention to him.

And Qin Guan took advantage of everyone's stunned gaze and squeezed out.

"Say hello to Master Qin!"

… Deafening.

Oh my mother, it scared me to death.

"Don't be stunned, the conference performance is about to start, follow me backstage to get ready, right?"

"Yes!"

'Qiang Qiang Qiang, Qiang Qiang Qiang...'

Gotcha, this knocks again!

When the people in the square, following Qin Guan's command, passed through the gate of the conference hall and passed by the trembling police officers, the masters of the martial arts hall did not forget to greet them one by one.

'Concession! ’

'Please! ’

When they walked backstage, these messy sheriffs in the wind, thinking that this 'shocking' performance was about to end, and the dragon and lion dance teams that had been in the square began to pack up their things and prepare to evacuate, a burst of melodious Buddhist music came from afar.

'Coax, Namojana, Darayaya....Yohavarayaga....'

The six Shaolin Temple monks led by Master Guolin and the lay disciples led by them, under the support of a group of believers, slowly walked towards the conference hall of the New York Police Department.

The leading Guolin master wore a gift from Qin Guan that day, a robe made of cloud brocade as the base material by a local Chinese craftsman.

And those gold wire embroidery, hollow inlays and small jewels inlaid at each node all reflect Qin Guan's generosity and intimacy for the Shaolin Temple in New York

donations.

The fruit forest master, who wore an ultra-luxurious robe, was even more solemn.

And the Shaolin Temple in New York moved out today, so that a group of believers around them, after seeing the host's dress today, and understanding the reason why they went out, spontaneously followed them.

Serving the Dharma is as sweet as it gets...

The wide and heavy Buddhist music behind it is the masterpiece of a speaker shop owner.

And the most interesting phenomenon is that this crowd is different from the 80% Asian faces of the martial arts performers just now, and in the group of Shaolin Temple, Americans account for most of the country.

'Amitabha....'

"Please go to the front desk of the police station, Civil Management Division...."

Director Henry's answer made Master Guolin take a look at it, and he also knew that Huayuan, Chinese culture was well edified.

"Good, good, I came here at the invitation of Lord Qin..."

"Oh, Master, please, do you see that little door on the left? Pulling it apart is the backstage, and Master Qin is inside at this time. ”

Master Guolin's plainness was as plain as water, and he unconsciously let Sheriff Henry, who answered him, use honorifics, and the Shaolin group who got the response saluted the sheriff in unison.

"It's hard work!"

The bald heads of Qi Brush swayed in front of everyone's eyes, followed by a group of nondescript blondes and blue eyes, doing the same singing together.

When this group of people completely disappeared into the conference venue, this group of policemen from all over the country would blow up the nest!

"I'll go, Henry, what the hell are they going to perform?"

"There are no other actors! Don't be surprised, I'm not young, and I thought I would explain it here today! ”

"Just kidding, our guns are for breathing?"

"No, you can't understand the mysteries of these Orientals! Really, old friend, be vigilant! ”

The gossip Director Henry was completely distempered by these sheriffs with different personalities, and he waved his hand helplessly: "Don't worry, there is a back door for actors in this conference hall, I think there should be no out-of-character people reappearing, probably, maybe, maybe...."

Due to Sergeant Henry's explanation, no one even had the heart to drink the delicious cocktails in the waiter's tray now.

After all, there are not many people who appear in an exaggerated way, and the police officers who were looking forward to it did not usher in the arrival of the third wave of actors in the end.

On the contrary, the hot buffet in the venue began to be served.

At this time, it was the moment when everyone was chatting about the topic, drinking wine, eating side dishes, watching the wonderful performance on stage, and imagining a better future, and Director Henry gave instructions to Qin Guan, who was waiting backstage, to start the performance.

Entrusted by people, loyal to people, or not to say that the Chinese are sincere.

This Qin Guan racked his brains and ran in many ways for the annual meeting performance, and finally kicked off in this big auditorium.

At the bottom of the venue, it was the lively conversations, and the first food to come up made the people in the venue relax all their minds.

Suddenly, a melodious sound of silk and bamboo sounded from the backstage, followed by the lights of this closed auditorium closed one by one.

The lights in the entire arena became dim and dim, and only the stage with melodious music was lit up, but a few high-degree headlights were lit up. The dark place is illuminated with extraordinary brightness.

I saw that the curtain at the very edge of the stage began to slowly pull up, and four or five bands composed of classical Chinese instruments slowly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The audience at the bottom, one of them, had never seen the instrumental music on stage, but it still did not affect their admiration for these uniquely shaped instruments.

The gratuitous look is so beautiful, and the historical precipitation is as tall as that.

In the middle, a pipa player who is not young, took the lead and opened the sonorous sound like a natural sound.

'Boom... Bell..'

The aura of slaughter like an iron horse rushed to the face, and with the accompaniment of these music, the performers who were the main performers today began to walk on the stage one after another.

No, it can't be said to be walking, but the word leap is more appropriate.

These college cheerleaders can also do somersaults and jumps, but these martial artists inexplicably add to the courage.

The cadres and others led by the martial arts hall were dressed in neat black short-beaten Chinese-style clothes, and they lined up in several columns, and then let out the most neat shouts.

'Hah! Hey! ’

Punching, closing punches, horse steps, high kicks, doing it is orderly and mighty.

Let a group of big men who have passed by the rain of bullets in the audience stunned.

Is this here to perform? Are you sure you're not here to call the board? (To be continued.) )