Just as the scene was about to open, two men in white entered the Narcissus Pavilion.

One person is about thirty years older, nearly one meter seventy-five tall, his face is like white jade, his eyes are like electricity, and he is definitely a tall and handsome guy in this era.

The other person is only about 20 years old, with vigorous skills, tiger and dragon walking, must be strong in martial arts, and Bacheng is the guard of the elderly.

The young man looked at the overcrowding situation, and couldn't squeeze in, and shook his head at the old man helplessly; The elder smiled self-deprecatingly, nodded his head to indicate that it was okay, and stood on the periphery to listen to the crowd's talk.

Hearing Han Wang's memories of Qin'e, the handsome white-faced guy also looked moved, and muttered, "I didn't expect this Han Wang to have such literary brilliance?" So bold? ”

When he heard that Han Wangfang seemed to be delirious and actually dared to go on stage to offend the little teacher, he also shook his head and didn't care, he was young and frivolous, temperamental, and most of the talented people were mavericks. Let's take a look at how amazing this really little master's flower rain cloud sleeves are.

The stage downstairs has been arranged, and Aunt Cui invited Han Wang out first, leaving the little master to change into dance clothes.

Han Wang had returned to his usual state at this time, and seeing that everyone was staring at him, he hurriedly went downstairs, clasped his fists and bowed down, "Under Han Wang, he realized the beautiful piano sound of the little master and girl, so that he lost his consciousness for a moment and mistakenly recognized her as an old friend." Yaxing, who disturbed you, is guilty of a deep sin, and I hope you will forgive me! ”

Everyone was full of resentment towards him, and they never thought that they would create a masterpiece in a moment, and let the little master perform a dance; This is to make a lot of money, and the mood has been somewhat relieved, only a few old men told not to make a mistake next time.

There is also a young man who quipped, "Han Gongzi, look at you, you are not a monk or a Taoist, dare to ask Gao Zhi?" ”

There are also scribes who visited Han Wang's house and teacher, "Didn't you ask Mr. Han to teach you where is your mansion?" Who's under whom? ”。

Someone heard the word Han Wang, but they seemed to be familiar, so they asked, "Are you Han Wang?" But a few days ago, Mr. Meng Xuehan, who defeated hundreds of thieves in Erlong Mountain, in Fengzhuang? As soon as he spoke, everyone below heard it, and there was a lot of discussion all of a sudden.

Han Wangchong hugged his fist at the end, "Feng Zhuang Mengxue Han Wang below, as for repelling the bandits, thanks to the people of Zhuang who are not afraid of sacrifice, Lord Song's rescue is timely, and the villagers are brave and good at fighting, and they dare not take credit in the bottom." ”

In the past few days, the conversation in the neighborhood after tea and dinner has been talked about more or less that the thieves of Erlongzhai have suffered a big loss in Fengjiazhuang, and the leader of the villagers is a teacher in Mengxue, called Han Wang. As for Lord Song and Bing Yong, when they arrived, the thieves had already been crushed by the fire bull array and scattered in a hurry.

When everyone heard the truth, they naturally knew that the legend that Han Wang was a Wenqu star and a martial artist was vividly transmitted.

Now when they see a living person, they are all surprised, why is this Han Wang not powerful at all? Didn't you say that it was eight feet tall and eight feet waistline like a big black tower? This looks a little taller, a little whiter, is it so powerful?

Since it was Han Wang, the tone of his voice was naturally a little polite, "Mr. Han, you don't have to be humble, we must have been spread all over the city, who doesn't know that you are a civil and martial star?" Feng Zhuang fought so well, those thieves died innocently, and they captured so many prisoners, they were very happy! ”

The white-faced scholar didn't know about the Fengzhuang battle that had just happened, so he hurriedly asked a know-it-all next to him for details; The man was complacent, 1510, and he was full of flowers. In the end, seeing that the white-faced scholar was quite appreciative, he pointed at Han Wang and said, "Out of talents like Mr. Han, it is our true creation!" ”

Han Wang hurriedly comforted everyone and said, "Your good intentions are in your heart, and when you have time, Han will definitely visit them one by one and ask for advice; The stage is ready, and it is not appropriate for the teacher to wait for a long time, so it is better to watch the wonderfulness of this flower rain cloud sleeve first, how about it? ”

Everyone just remembered that there are still teachers and girls waiting to dance, yes, yes, don't miss it!

Suddenly the scene quieted down, Han Wang also returned to the table when he saw this, and after passing by a few tables, the guests all got up to greet him and salute him one by one.

Qian Jiu saw that although he had calmed down the incident, he already apologized with a shameful face, blaming himself for not holding Han Wang and causing him trouble.

Han Wang smiled and said that it was okay, and motioned him to be calm and wait to watch the dance.

After listening to the know-it-all narration, the white-faced scholar couldn't help but be shocked again, although there are not a few allusions to this kind of pen-throwing from Rong, but this Han Wang looks like he is only in his early twenties, and what he does is really incredible.

Resolve the fight, open a Mongolian school, defeat the bandits, open a steel mill, all of this, wisdom and courage are all refined, and even the poetry and songs are so outstanding, is it really the stars that can't be done?

The cloud board sounded, everyone downstairs was quiet, the afternoon sun sprinkled from the patio, and the wisps of light were bright or dark, and there was no quiet.

The little master finally pushed the door out, with beautiful eyes and spring, skin like snow, and a green silk hair as a beauty's high bun; The red lips are bright but not thick, the bright and bright are big but not obvious, the waist is just a hand, and the gestures are infinite.

The upper body is wrapped in pink brocade, covered with a white tulle shawl, outlining the golden silk auspicious cloud edge, the lower body is a dark blue pleated long skirt, with silver wire inlaid spots like night stars, and the best thing is that the arms are hidden in a pair of white cloud silk sleeves, soft as boneless.

I saw her coming downstairs, looking around at everyone, like an angry and smiling expression, like a fairy in the heavenly realm slowly descending to earth, this moment is really exciting, and how many spectators have been stayed!

When you come to the stage, you will be blessed to the surroundings and thank everyone for your support; Stretch your body and stand still, like a water lily quietly ready to open. As the accompaniment tune sounded, the little master began a wonderful flower rain cloud sleeve dance.

The sleeves of both hands are slowly lifted from the waist, and when they reach the chest, the smile is like a hibiscus blooming instantly, and the sleeves are thrown into the air; Everyone followed their eyes, but saw that the cuffs passed, and the peach blossoms flew out, like a scene of peach blossoms in full bloom.

The little master took advantage of several high places on the stage, and danced and walked, dancing to the high place, like the blue sky setting off the white clouds rising from the flower rain, and the audience was fascinated for a while, and they forgot to applaud.

With the little master's cloud sleeves fluttering suddenly, suddenly stacking, sometimes throwing, sometimes waving, the movements are flowing smoothly, all in one go. Such a dazzling and wonderful sleeve dance is unbelievable, this sleeve is like hiding two living elves.

Before everyone could reminisce, the rhythm shook and the rhythm became faster. At this time, the little master had apricot eyes wide open and a resolute expression; The left sleeve is floating in the air, the right sleeve is winding on the ground, different movements, different feelings, the artistic conception and expression of this dance are shocking, and I only see it in my life.

For such a moment, only the sound of drums was heard like thunder, and at this time, the sleeves suddenly intertwined, like two white dragons rolling and chasing in the air, and the body of the little master also rotated, and for a time the white clouds flew over, and the red flowers fell here like rain.

At the moment of the highest speed, the gong sounded loudly, and the little master did a somersault, falling from a high place and falling steadily among the red flowers, covering his face with his sleeves, and all kinds of musical instruments were collected at the same time, and the audience was silent for an instant.

It's better to be silent than to be sound!