The strings are plucked with beautiful syllables with a strong sense of rhythm. Different from the soft notes heard in the past, there is a sense of killing of Jin Ge Iron Horse.

The drum beat sounded with the music, and Shi Situ was stunned to see the people dancing wantonly on the big drum, the red clothes fluttering, and the fierce aura like a sword rushed to his face.

I don't see any soft feeling.,There's not a little resemblance to the so-called 'dance' of all the dancing girls I've seen before.。 Not enchanting, not feminine, not like water flowing through, but like a fire burning into the heart.

The drum and the lute are perfectly integrated, and the person dancing on the drum seems to have an infinite life. What comes to mind is not the wind and snow, not the sorrow, but the unrestrained pride that would rather bend.

The stories I loved to hear when I was young flashed back to my mind. The golden iron horses that my father told about were bloody battles, and the heroes who couldn't hear enough about my young self were bloody, and the horse leather shrouded in corpses. He almost forgot that once upon a time, when he was still a tiger, he always stared at his father with big eyes and listened to the brotherhood on the battlefield and the tragic battle on the battlefield. Although there are always many people dead in the story, and many people are alive, although the ending of the story may be far from being beautiful, he still listens to it with relish, staring at a pair of innocent big eyes and patting his chest to learn from his father's appearance and say that he will kill the enemy on the battlefield in the future and defend his family and country.

But these vows were ultimately lost to time. It was only a few years, and when he began to grow up, those stories became only stories, and he no longer had the enthusiasm to listen to them.

He didn't want to be a hero anymore, he didn't want to go to the battlefield like his father, he didn't want to know those brothers who could have peace of mind with life and death, and he didn't want to see these brothers die in front of him and be powerless.

In the end, the eldest brother inherited one of his father's stories and threw himself into the battlefield, and the second brother was determined to have a background in the court, but he was the only one who was addicted to fun at first, but later found a hobby of dancing from the dancing girl he watched while having fun.

He doesn't regret having such a hobby that is almost unserious and lowly in the eyes of outsiders, otherwise he wouldn't be able to see this shocking dance today.

It wasn't half a point like all the dances he'd seen before. From beginning to end, it is full of fighting spirit, which can't help but make people's blood boil.

It turns out that the dance can also be danced like this. It turns out that the so-called "overcoming softness with rigidity" means this. It turns out that dancing is not something that can be generalized by those dancing girls who twist around to show their soft bodies. It turns out that dancing can also be so exciting!

Shi Situ seems to have seen the path he will take in the future and the meaning of his own existence from this dance.

Such a dance. What if the soldiers were to be brave before they set out for battle? Isn't it more intimidating than a few impassioned words?

Such a dance, what if it dances when the court worships the heavens and worships the ancestors? Isn't it more passionate than a few empty wishes?

Dance can also be used as a substitute for language. This is what Fang Xiaoyu said, to change outsiders' perception of dancing, so that people don't have to mention dancing anymore, they only think of those dancing girls raised in the rich people's mansions. Rather, I think of those passionate or soft stories, and I think of the noble dancer.

Shi Situ suddenly seemed to understand something, and looked at Fang Xiaoyu's gaze as if he had seen the sun, moon and stars.

But that's not the end of it.

Fang Xiaoyu's movements opened and closed widely, and it was difficult to equate it with words like 'women like water'. However, the movements of that dance were not rough, and they could only describe what they saw in their eyes in terms of something called momentum.

The sound of the piano is getting faster and faster, and the sound of the drums is getting denser and denser. Every movement under Fang Xiaoyu's feet, every time the drum sounded, was perfectly combined with the sound of the pipa in Moji's hand.

And just as Shi Situ was stunned and immersed in enjoyment, the sound of the pipa stopped abruptly, leaving only the sound of the big drum that suddenly slowed down. 'Boom! Boom! Beat on the heart, so that the heartbeat beats with it.

Fang Xiaoyu's movements did not stop at all, her body suddenly leaned back, and her whole head was almost bent to the ground, but the softness of the woman's figure was undoubtedly displayed at this moment.

But that's not all. As she bent back, her toes suddenly lifted, hooked the chains on the stakes, and threw them into the sky, and the chains fell right in her hands.

The sound of the pipa reappeared at this time, but it no longer had the previous killing atmosphere. On the contrary, it reveals a kind of vicissitudes and softness in the alleys of water towns.

The chain seemed to be a weightless ribbon in Fang Xiaoyu's hand, and the brush buckled at both ends accurately touched the ink in the inkstone in Fang Xiaoyu's waving.

Fang Xiaoyu still stood on the big drum in the center, and some drum beats were knocked out from time to time under his feet, matching the soft tone of the pipa. And the chains rose and danced in her hands. The vertical drum behind the wooden stake is covered with the handwriting of the pen and the snake.

Four drums, four poems. The font on each drum is different.

The poem is only mentioned under the drum, leaving a large blank space in the middle.

Shi Situ only felt that this dance was already shocking at this time, but he didn't want to be over.

The sound of the pipa suddenly became more intense again, and Fang Xiaoyu still did not stop dancing, not only distracted by the inscription on the drum. You also have to step on the drum beat to match the sound of the piano.

As the sound of the piano became more and more intense, the chains in Fang Xiaoyu's hands seemed to have eyes, and a huge drum sounded, and it was Fang Xiaoyu who replaced the thin chains and replaced them with thick chains, and the two ends of the chains helped two large brushes. The brush was stained with ink, and Fang Xiaoyu shook his hand, and the entire brush splashed a huge pool of ink in the blank space of the vertical drum around it, completely destroying the beauty of the inscription below.

But Fang Xiaoyu seems to have the ability to turn decay into magic, just holding the iron chain a few times back and forth, and those splashed ink strokes become a big word "sky"!

After writing one word, Fang Xiaoyu turned to the other side of the drum, and wrote the second big word "You" in the blank space above the inscription poem, then the third drum, the third word "big", and then the fourth word "Cheng" on the fourth side of the drum.

"Heaven", "Blessing", "Great", "Inheritance"

God willing!

Shi Situ's eyes were shining, and he suddenly emitted an indescribable light. His whole heart was pounding, and he could even feel the strength of the beat.

For some reason, the blood in his body seemed to be burning, and he was ready to move. I look forward to standing on that drum and dancing my own charm. No longer the nondescript imitators of the dancing girls, he already knows where his former limits are. Because there is no precedent for men to dance in the world, his vision, his gaze is limited to the soft dances that those women dance, but today. At this moment, Fang Xiaoyu taught him a solid lesson, and told him with practical actions where his path was. Where does his way of dancing lead?

He didn't believe that if this dance was danced by him, he would be labeled as a lowly person. He didn't believe that when he wrote down the words "God bless the great inheritance", no one would be enthusiastic about it!

Dancing is not a lowly career, he can use his body to interpret the most passionate hope.

Whether it's those generals who turn their hands into clouds. Or a soldier who is about to go to the battlefield. Whether it is the Son of Heaven who sits high in the temple, or those poor people who live at the bottom and live the same life every day.

He will use his dance to give them hope.

Shi Situ clenched his fists tightly. I was shaking because I was so excited.

The sound of the piano gradually subsided, and the drum beat fell for the last time. On the big drum, Fang Xiaoyu deliberately wore the brightest red clothes today, jumping out of the enthusiasm that has never been seen in this era.

A woman can still dance so majestic, why can't he be a dignified seven-foot man?

At this moment, Shi Situ's heart was unprecedentedly bright.

Fang Xiaoyu tiptoed lightly, and the whole person flew down. He didn't even step on the stake, and the man had already come to Shi Situ's side.

Shi Situ's eyes were full of worship at this time. Blind worship. It seems that the person he called the devil who had tormented him for so many days suddenly became a fairy who had been mortal for nine days.

For some reason, Shi Situ had a feeling of wanting to bow and worship.

I've never felt like I've ever felt like I've ever felt like I've ever felt like I've ever felt like I' And this qiē was all given to him by Fang Xiaoyu.

"How, what do you see?" Fang Xiaoyu danced but her face was not red or breathless, for her with strong martial arts, it was like walking from the courtyard to the house, no different.

What she cares about is whether Shi Situ understands this dance. It's not just something that can be done by simply twisting your body. Dance. Like music, in addition to being beautiful, in addition to being pleasing to the eye and listening to the ear, in addition to making people feel happy. Creativity is indispensable.

Everyone is tired of seeing the same thing. Are you the dancing girls raised in the mansions of those rich merchants and powerful officials, and every time they look at them, their almost featureless water snake waist? All they see is the beautiful faces of these dancing girls, that's all.

But what she wants to teach Shi Situ is how to catch people's attention.

Shi Situ was right. This dance. She was prepared for Shi Situ from the beginning.

Every year in the imperial court, there is a ceremony to worship the heavens, and it is the emperor and the ministers who personally pray to the heavens for good weather in the coming year, which is not grand.

And this year's festival to the sky, just after that incredible disaster, when people inevitably have to bear this kind of natural disaster, there are palpitations, gains and losses, Shi Situ's dance, undoubtedly stunned.

When the time comes, she will give full play to her ability to be a magic stick and fool a few words, she not only wants the entire Dacheng to know her identity as a 'Buddha girl', but she also wants to completely get rid of Ye Shucheng!

Therefore, Shi Situ has a very important role in her plan.

Before she met Shi Situ, she had just thought about taking advantage of the disaster. But that day, she heard the quarrel between General Shi and Shi Situ, and saw Shi Situ's love for dancing with her own eyes, so she suddenly had this thought, wanting to help Shi Situ complete her dream, and General Shi had another thought, and more importantly, it was the icing on the cake for her plan, which was really a good thing that she could never dream of.

can get General Shi's friendship, and can also use this to get rid of Ye Shucheng, and let the emperor strengthen her identity as a Buddhist woman, then for her, for General Zhenyuan's Mansion, and for King An's Mansion, this is a layer of protection.

"Dao." Shi Situ blurted out.

"Dao?" Fang Xiaoyu hooked the corners of his mouth, raised his eyebrows and said, "What's the explanation?" ”

"I see the way forward. The heart suddenly opened, like an initiation. Shi Situ felt that he was running out of words, and these words could not describe his feelings at this time.

The heart is clear and the mind is clear. It's indescribably comfortable.

"If you see the way that is to come, prove it to me." Fang Xiaoyu smiled evilly: "Take it off!" ”

"What?" Shi Situ's expression was branded with the word dazed, and looking at Fang Xiaoyu, the whole person was stunned.

"Can't understand people? Tell you to take it off! Fang Xiaoyu deliberately sank his face.

"Take off what?" Shi Situ was still confused.

"What did you say you took off?" Fang Xiaoyu rolled his eyes, and saw that the confusion in Shi Situ's eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a look of horror, and said, "Take off your clothes? ”

"Got it and still don't take it off?" Fang Xiaoyu didn't seem to be very patient.

Fang smiled! What do you want to do! I tell you, Young Master Ben is not a casual person! Shi Situ suddenly jumped out of the distance, covering his chest with his hands, with the expression of a woman from a good family seeing the flower thief, he shrunk his shoulders and said, "You are already a relative." ”

For the first time, Fang Xiaoyu had the urge to slap this person into pulp, but he just stared at Shi Situ with a cold face and said, "I don't care if you are a random person?" Anyway, let's just take a look at it today. Take it off for me! ”

Shi Situ looked distressed, as if he was not guaranteed in the evening, and the kind of life without love made people feel distressed when they looked at it.

Fang Xiaoyu was no longer a devil in his heart at this moment. It's still a devil with the soul of a flower thief.

"Don't take it off? If you don't take it off, go back. Fang Xiaoyu didn't bother to pay attention to him. A little kid, not as old as her, would she be interested in him?

Shi Situ cried with a sad face, but he seemed to be afraid that Fang Xiaoyu would threaten him with the words 'go back', and finally gritted his teeth, but still untied his coat, revealing his white underwear.

"Keep taking it off." Fang smiled ruthlessly.

Shi Situ took off his underwear again with the look of a dead mother, revealing a somewhat strong chest.

Shi Situ seemed to want to open it, and he took it off when he said it, and in the end, he didn't need to threaten Fang Xiaoyu at all, and he had to take off his pants.

"What do you do?" Fang Xiaoyu frowned.

"Take it off." Shi Situ looked at Fang Xiaoyu with pure and innocent eyes like a deer, as if to say, didn't you let me take it off?

[I just counted the number of words, and there is still a difference of about forty words, how is the number of software I wrote so much different. Time is running out. First strike. I'll make up for it later. Three minutes is all it takes. Everyone will come out after reading and refreshing. I'm sorry. (To be continued.) )