This kind of dance is very new, not at all like the lowly dancers at the aristocratic banquets on weekdays. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In fact, although Dacheng's music is not developed, there are many shocking people when those pieces that have been played badly are first born. Unlike dance, which is almost humble, although music is not developed, there is no shortage of music masters, and it is as praised as poetry and songs. The so-called 'dance' that has been passed down in the world has almost nothing else that can make people shine except for the dancers writhing and twisting there in revealing clothes, and the twisting of a song from the beginning to the end. It is not so much that those dignitaries are watching the dance, but that they are looking at the beautiful bodies of those dancing girls through the so-called 'dance'.

This kind of thing cannot be accepted by the 'art' circle, so it has always been difficult for anyone to have any passion for dance except for those women who are willing to fall or forced to fall.

Who knew that Shi Situ was such a strange thing.

But at this moment, after the beautiful music played in Fang Xiaoyu's hand, the sound of the big drum under Shi Situ's feet perfectly inherited the original music that Fang Xiaoyu stopped abruptly, and it did not give people a sense of fault at all. It is commonly known as not playing.

The selection of the songs, the design of each dance move, and Fang Xiaoyu have been repeatedly verified again and again. She couldn't let this rare opportunity go to waste because of some low-level mistake.

Shi Situ worked hard because he knew that it was related to whether he would be able to continue to do what he liked in the future.

However, the difficulty of the dance is great.

Standing on the drum and dancing, every step you take will make the drum sound, as long as there is a superfluous sound, the whole rhythm will be completely disrupted.

It seems that it is just walking on a drum, but walking also needs to have a certain regularity, the rhythm of walking, the sound of the drum, the height and strength, all have strict rules.

This big drum, after the emperor ordered someone to make it, Fang Xiaoyu directly gave it to Shi Situ and asked him to practice on this drum day and night. In order to keep it secret and maintain a sense of mystery from being noticed, Fang Xiaoyu deliberately sent the big drum out of the capital and hid it in a secret place for Shi Situ to practice. And Cang Wen and Sizhu followed Shi Situ almost inseparably, squeezing his potential in various ways, forcing him to complete this dance that was very important to him today.

The figure is bathed in the early morning sun, and the gold on the skin exudes a soft light, like a Buddhist Arhat, but it is fundamentally different.

Although she didn't wear a piece of clothing on her upper body, she didn't give an unsightly impression at all, and even the woman who covered her eyes at the beginning forgot her shyness, but instead immersed herself in the beauty of this power, and couldn't take her eyes off.

Shi Situ's feet were not chaotic, and the originally dull drum beat was set off by Fang Xiaoyu's guqin and Ye Xici's flute, but it was glowing.

The toes hooked up an iron chain, which was originally placed horizontally on the surface of the drum. If it was replaced by the former Shi Situ, he would not be able to wield such a thick iron chain at all. But this moment was different, the chain was easily waved in his hand, as if it had life. At this time, the people watching in front of them realized that a huge brush was tied to the front of the chain.

The people who didn't know why were surprised, and even General Shi frowned, not knowing what would happen next.

He could vaguely guess whether it would be to use the calligraphy inscription tied to the chain to paint, but thinking of his son's inconspicuous handwriting and paintings, he shook his head to dispel such suspicions.

However, the inscription painting in everyone's imagination did not appear, Shi Situ stepped on it violently, and the big drum made a deafening sound, and the huge drum sound was like a general commanding thousands of troops and horses. As soon as the drum fell, the pipa in Fang Xiaoyu's hand played an ambush on all sides. In an instant, everyone's hearts became nervous.

The sound of the piano accompanied by the sound of the drums seems to lead people into a killing field, and they can feel the tension of being able to boil their blood. Gradually, Fang Xiaoyu's piano sound began to become soothing, making everyone who had tensed their nerves begin to relax their bodies.

Fang Xiaoyu secretly glanced at Ye Xici, Ye Xici immediately understood, the sound of the flute blew melodiously again, the Jin Ge Iron Horse of the previous moment no longer existed, this moment seemed to be tender, and the sound of the flute was actually with a sense of tenderness.

And Shi Situ received Fang Xiaoyu's eyes, and immediately shook the iron chain in his hand, and the chain actually flew towards the place where the people stood under the high platform.

The people immediately staggered in fright, and the place where the chain stretched out was naturally avoided a gap.

Originally, everyone thought that this was Shi Situ's mistake, but they didn't want to, and a piece of white silk suddenly stretched out in front of Shi Situ on the high platform, which was tightly entangled with the iron chain, and then, a person in the crowd suddenly flew up, and with this person, the sky was sprinkled with colorful petals.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden event, and then saw that the person who flew out of the crowd was dressed in blue clothes like the sky, and a white silk in his hand was entwined with an iron chain, and Shi Situ slammed his force on the high platform, and the iron chain returned to Shi Situ's hand, and pulled the white silk and the fairy like the Nine Heavens Flying Immortal to the high platform.

There was a sound of surprise below, and then there were cheers. This kind of fresh experience, they had never seen before, and today it was an eye-opener.

And some people with a heart found out at a glance that the woman in blue turned out to be a martial maid who had been following Fang Xiaoyu's side, as if she was called Sizhu or something, and her expression was different for a while.

Just when everyone wondered what the woman was going to do, they saw the woman turn around lightly, quietly pushed away Shi Situ, who almost hugged her, and when her wrist flew, the white silk entangled with the iron chain had been easily pulled out by her.

Ye Xici's flute did not stop, but the silk bamboo rotated around the white silk on the drum surface on tiptoe and forgot to move.

The wide blue robe danced in the wind, and the white silk in her hand wrapped around her body, bringing a touch of color to the gray sky.

Shi Situ looked at Sizhu with a smile, his expression was full of gentleness, and then he cooperated with Sizhu's dance steps, and the two danced on the drum with emotion.

General Shi in the audience looked a little strange, and he didn't want to think about it, but he vaguely felt that his son seemed to be ......

But the other party is just a maid. He didn't have to pay much attention to the opinions of the family, but, but there were not too many contrasts, and he went. Can a maid ...... It's a slave. Could it be that in the future, his son will marry a slave maid, and if he gives birth to a child, he will have to be a slave to Fang Xiaoyu?

His thoughts were interrupted by the continuous sound of drums, and he looked back at the high platform, and found that the tight but uncluttered drum sound was actually the sound of the bamboo manipulating the soft silk against the drum.

General Shi was shocked. Fang Xiaoyu This girl is a monster, even her slave is also a monster?

The silk cloth can be seen at a glance, it is no different from ordinary silk cloth, soft and silky, if it is not for the extremely strong martial arts and extremely deep internal force, it is impossible to hit the drum surface with silk cloth and make such a loud sound.

He asked himself if he could do it, but it would be very reluctant, it would be impossible to make such a well-proportioned rhythm, and how old was he, and how old was Fang Xiaoyu's girl? How can this compare?

The drums rained down on the sky, and by this time, it was completely light.

Silk bamboo flew the two silks in her hand, her body pressed back, her whole person was leaning on the drum surface, there was no sign of falling at all, and at this time she was manipulating a piece of silk with one hand, opening the bow left and right with both hands, waving a silk with one hand, dipping it into the ink on the small drum next to the big drum, and then she used her heart and soul to paint on the middle drum on the left and right sides respectively.

The painting seems to have some unclear meaning, perhaps because it is far away, and it is impossible to see what is painted at all. At this time, Shi Situ's face also changed, and his smile looked pampered enough, and then he also waved the iron chain in his hand, and threw the water-like thing on the small drum directly on the painting made by Sizhu.

Suddenly, a miracle happened.

The painting, which originally couldn't see what was painted at all, suddenly changed its appearance because of the relationship between the water, flowers, birds, insects and fish, bamboo forests and deep mountains, the man with a boat on the lake, and the fairy who looked at and smiled at the man above the nine heavens. This is such a beautiful picture, but who would have thought that it was just a black piece before, and it couldn't be seen at all.

Hearing the sound of surprise below, Shi Situ felt a little proud in his heart. In order to be able to practice this painting well, Sizhu has worked hard. No matter how hard he practiced dancing, Sizhu's efforts were not far behind.

The water he sprinkled on his paintings was actually made of the juice of a plant mixed with spring water, which can make the ink blur and enhance the three-dimensional effect of the painting. Fang Xiaoyu also saw someone use it in his previous life, so he remembered this one.

And the people's amazement will not end. At this time, on the high platform, Sizhu still used two silk cloths to change directions, and wrote on the other two drums. One drum is written on the luck of the sky, and the other drum is written on the national peace and security. The last stroke fell, and the emperor took the lead in applauding.

Fang Xiaoyu's dance, although he knows some inside stories, he has never seen the whole picture. I only knew that I needed a big drum, a chain brush, and finally chanted poems and painted on the drum surface, but that's all. He never thought that Fang Xiaoyu would present him with such an unforgettable shocking dance.

As soon as the silk and bamboo strokes fell, they began to circle around Shi Situ, and the dance steps under their feet were light like white clouds floating in the sky, and the masculine beauty and soft beauty were perfectly integrated.

Shi Situ's gaze was soft, as if he was looking at a treasure in the world. He grabbed the waist of the silk bamboo with one hand, waved the huge chain with the other hand, dipped the ink with the brush tied to the top, and then wrote the four big characters on the blank drum on the remaining side, God bless the great promise!

Immediately, the drum beat under his feet stopped, and the pipa in Fang Xiaoyu's hand changed back to the guqin, as if following the drumbeat of Shi Situ and Sizhu, playing a new music.

The sound of the piano is soothing and melodious, like the sound of flowing water. And Shi Situ just grabbed Sizhu's waist, shook off the chain, and floated away with Sizhu, leaving a stunned people.

Fang Xiaoyu almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

Shi Situ's kung fu is really not very good, if he wants to fly up and carry such a big living person as Sizhu, he has worked very hard, but unfortunately he can't do it. So in the end, it seems that he took the silk bamboo and drifted away, but that was just an illusion, in fact, it was actually the silk bamboo that used light skills to take him away.

However, the two men waved their sleeves and did not take away a single cloud. But the people are at a loss.

That's it? Where did it go? Have you returned to heaven?

I was noisy early in the morning, watched a shocking fairy dance, and listened to several shocking fairy music. And then what? They don't even know the identity of the dancers, and they're gone?

However, this confusion only lasted for a short while, when they saw the four big characters facing them on the drum surface---God bless Dacheng." For some reason, they suddenly developed a strong sense of pride.

The pride of being a great inheritor. The pride of being favored by heaven and earth. I was fortunate enough to listen to the fairy music and watch the pride of the fairy dance.

Those who are rich and rich, do they have this honor?

At this time, the people did not doubt that this music and dance were from the fairy world, some of them had been living in this land for nearly a hundred years, how could they have ever seen such a dance?

It turns out that the dance can still be danced like this! It turns out that dance is not a lowly thing, but because it has always been lowly people who dance, they have misunderstood it.

This dance comes from the heavens and is a dance that the gods often see. Since the gods are jumping, it is naturally not a lowly thing.

General Shi was still stunned and looked at the words 'God bless Dacheng' on the top. He couldn't believe it, this was actually written by his own son? Or is it written with such a thick iron chain tied to a brush? It's such a pen walking dragon snake magnificent!

He knows very well what his son is, and it's good that he hasn't been angry with him before, not to mention that his son has always been an unlearned and unskilled person, especially in painting and writing. How can you write such beautiful words now? When did you practice? Who taught? Could it be Fang Xiaoyu?

But is it possible? This font has its own style, he asked himself if he had never seen it, and to put it mildly, this character has already had everyone's style.

How old is Fang Xiaoyu? Not only can he be self-contained in calligraphy and painting, but he can also grind his son's rotten wood into a pearl in a short period of time?

In fact, this is General Shi's being a little too nitpicky about Shi Situ. In fact, Shi Situ's words are not ugly, but they have no characteristics.

General Shi is a military general, he likes to open and close things, that is, writing, that is also the dragon flying phoenix dance, the atmosphere is very good, but Shi Situ has no interest in these at all, he is thinking about what to dance, even writing a word and making a painting, the handwriting is graceful.

To put it bluntly, the handwriting is somewhat like a woman's handwriting.

However, Shi Situ is not a mother. He has manhood, and he won't pretend to be a sissy in a weird way, but in General Shi's eyes, he might as well be a girl from the beginning, which makes him worry-free. (To be continued.) )