Just as Ying Baoyue finished saying this, the crowd of onlookers burst into applause and cheers under the altar.

It's just that the martial arts dance of the Northern Wei cultivators on the altar has reached its climax.

The drums and bells rang higher and higher, and the cultivators of the Northern Wei Dynasty marched forward while dancing, waving the halberds and spears in their hands with great amplitude, and methodically changing the formations of various military formations.

Although except for Meng Shi Mohua at the front, the momentum of the other cultivators wielding long weapons was insufficient, but in the eyes of the people under the altar, so many cultivators made such a grand picture together, which could be called magnificent.

Although many of the cultivators of the Northern Wei Dynasty had been on the battlefield, most of them were cavalrymen who immediately used swords and light weapons, and at first glance they used the heavy weapons of infantry, and most of them were actually a little weak.

After all, there is still a difference between dancing and real battles, Meng Shi said in her heart on the altar. But Xu Bingqing didn't know where to find the action choreography, and it was all open and closed movements.

Crystal sweat dripped from Meng Shi's white jaw, and she held the halberd in her hand that had become slippery because of sweat.

It was Xu Bingqing's idea to dance the ancient Zhou martial dance, and Meng Shi was originally against it, after all, the martial dance was an unfamiliar repertoire for practitioners in the Northern Wei Dynasty. But she didn't expect Xu Bingqing to come up with a complete choreography, and after reading those ideas, she couldn't help but be silent.

It is very difficult to make such a large movement with a long, heavy weapon, but once it can be done, it can be visually shocking.

And the choreography that Xu Bingqing got out of nowhere was indeed very shocking.

For some reason, Meng Shi felt inexplicably familiar with the idea of this kind of choreography that extremely challenged the limits of practitioners.

It was just like the first time she heard from her master that Shao Si ordered Lin Baoyue's self-created fire sword move.

Meng Shi gritted her teeth and held on to the movements in her hands, among the cultivators of the entire Northern Wei Dynasty, the only people who could meet the standard of this dance choreography were her and Mo Hua, and although the others only achieved five points of meaning, the whole scene was still shocking.

I have to say that the choreographer of this dance is ingenious.

The cultivator who can come up with these must be an absolute genius, Meng Shi sighed in his heart. And because of this, she was extremely sure that this was not Xu Bingqing's own idea.

But the Beihan Pavilion has gathered strange people from all over the world, and there are many talents who have been enveloped by Xu Bingqing, and it is not impossible for someone to come up with it, so she didn't think much about it.

It's just that she's still curious about who could come up with such a dance.

However, since Xu Bingqing was in his hands, Meng Shi knew very well that the Northern Han Pavilion would never let people know who that person was.

The last drum beat sounded in his ears, and Meng Shi inhaled deeply.

Although the movements of the Northern Wei cultivators were not in place compared to what that person envisioned, under the detailed design of that person, they used dance to restore the entire story of King Wu of Zhou's destruction of Shang described in the Great Martial Movement.

Carry forward the vigor, King Wu destroyed Shang, returned to the south in triumph, and the small country surrendered, and all the plots were completed one by one.

Then the dance team was divided into two columns, symbolizing that the Duke of Zhou was on the left, the Duke of Zhao was on the right, the king of Wu ruled the world, and the country was peaceful and peaceful.

With the sound of the last bell, the cultivators of the Northern Wei Dynasty on the altar regrouped and lined up neatly, and the whole dance finally entered the sixth section of the last section of the Great Martial Movement.

And the sixth poem of the Dawu movement is "Huan".

Meng Shi took a deep breath and sang loudly.

"Destiny is solved, Huan Huan Wu King. Keep the soil, so that the Quartet! ”

Dawu is an ode to King Wu of Zhou, and this monarch inherited the mandate of heaven, conquered the world, kept Middle-earth, and toured the four directions.

Replace Yin Shang and reign in the world.

With the last song of Meng Shi, all the Northern Wei cultivators snapped and stood still, looking in the same direction.

And at this moment, a thunderclap fell from the sky, and the eyes of all the people widened.

"Revelation of the Xuanwu God!"

Ying Baoyue and the others under the altar raised their heads and looked at the lightning and thunder that descended from heaven and earth.

Unlike the divine revelation that was just a ray of light like the Later Liao of the Middle Tang Dynasty, and also different from the burning clouds that came proudly from Southern Chu, the gods of the Northern Wei Dynasty, the hometown of the Lei Fa, descended thrillingly.

"Xuanwu ......"

On the high platform, Ji Jiashu clenched the clothes on his chest, and the Spring Thunder Sword on his waist made a buzz.

The sacrificial dance of the cultivators of the Northern Wei Dynasty did not usher in the arrival of the Xuanwu God, but the thunder in the sky that made everyone smell it was enough to show the difference of this divine revelation.

"A large-scale divine revelation ...... like the previous Nanchu"

Looking at the Northern Wei cultivators standing quietly with weapons in their hands on the altar, people couldn't help but admire.

Thousands of horses are dragged and trained, and thousands of cars are driven by thunder.

This scene is not inferior to the brilliance of Nanchu.

"Great!"

"What a martial arts dance!"

"After such a wonderful martial dance, what other country dares to dance ......"

"This Qianqin doesn't have to jump next......

In the midst of people's exclamations one after another, the other cultivators around him were so excited that their faces were flushed, but the cultivators of the former Qin Dynasty were as white as paper.

At this time, a melodious sound sounded in everyone's ears, symbolizing the army's retreat.

On the altar, the cultivators of the Northern Wei Dynasty put away their halberds and spears in unison, and bowed to the distance, symbolizing the last reverence for King Wu of Zhou and the ancient Zhou soldiers.

Sixty percent of the complex, in order to worship the Son of Heaven. Standing in the embellishment for a long time, so that the princes can also be. All the dancers stood for a long time, to show that they were waiting for the princes to come to court.

In the end, Ming Jin withdrew his troops. The ancient Zhou martial dance, the great martial arts movement, ends here.

Looking at the solemn Northern Wei cultivators on the altar, Ying Xun's heart ached.

Such glory belonged to them, and it was the most perfect victory that the girl beside him came up with.

However, everything they had prepared was over before it could be shown.

It's not over yet, it's over.

"The Northern Wei Dynasty has finished jumping the ......"

"It's all over, it's all for them to jump, what else are we going to jump!"

The former Qin cultivators hung their heads in despair and had despair in their eyes.

"The Northern Wei Festival Dance is over! Next, Qianqin! ”

And at this moment, accompanied by another bell, the Northern Wei cultivator walked off the stage with a smile and a smile, and the ceremonial official looked at the location of the former Qin cultivator.

After the Northern Wei jump, it was the turn of Qianqin after all.

"Former Qin cultivator, come forward!"

The ceremonial officer looked at Ying Xun and the others and asked loudly.

"Wait for the dance to be danced!"

The eyes that had originally gathered on the cultivators of the Northern Wei Dynasty suddenly fell to the side of Qianqin from all directions, and Ying Xun only felt that the burden on his shoulders was a thousand catties, and his throat was like a ball of numbness, and he couldn't say a word.

What else could he say?

"Former Qin stepson?" After a long time, the official frowned, "What are you going to dance?" Don't hurry up and say it! ”

Whispers sounded around, a smile rose at the corner of Xu Bingqing's mouth in the box, and Ji Jiashu frowned slightly on the high platform in the distance.

"Yingxun is not dumb, what happened to Qianqin?" Jiang Yuanyuan frowned and asked.

Facing the examiner's questioning, the faces of the Qin cultivators all showed cringe, but at this moment, a calm female voice suddenly sounded.

"I'm waiting for Qianqin, and I was originally going to dance the Great Martial Chapter of the Ancient Zhou Martial Dance."

Ying Xun, who was originally speechless, was stunned for a moment, and looked at the girl beside her suddenly.

He didn't expect that this woman would say it so directly, knowing that it was heavy!

One word stirred up a thousand waves, and when he heard Ying Baoyue's words, the ceremonial officer and the other people around him didn't react for a while.

"What? Martial arts? Dawu chapter? Did I hear it wrong? ”

"Isn't this what the Northern Wei Dynasty just jumped?"

"Wait, that's the former Qin...... Is it heavy with the Northern Wei Dynasty? ”

"Do you dare to say it when it's heavy?"

"Is this the weight of the two countries?" On the high platform, Jiang Yuanyuan's eyes widened in surprise when he heard this, "It's so coincidental?" Is this really happening? ”

Ji Jiashu was stunned when he heard this, and the next moment he looked at the location of the Northern Wei Holy Maiden and others under the high platform, his sleeves clenched into fists.

Coincidental?

How did this happen at this time?

"But I still said it when I knew it was heavy...... Jiang Yuanyuan looked at Ying Baoyue and the others under the altar with interest, "Qianqin, what are you going to do?" ”

What is Qianqin going to do?

The people under the high stage also had a lot of discussions.

"Is Qianqin giving up on himself?"

"After all, you can't dance if it's heavy, but is Qian Qin really preparing a martial dance? Isn't it because he was frightened by the Northern Wei Dynasty and didn't dare to jump? ”

"I want to use this excuse not because my own level is not good, but because I am serious with other countries, and I blame the Northern Wei Dynasty?"

"After all, no matter how much you jump, you can't attract a god hahaha!"

"Lies, huh? How could Qianqin have the ability to dance martial arts......"

In the surrounding discussions, Ying Xun's nails pierced into his palms, and at this moment, the voice of mockery in the coldness of the ceremonial official came from the altar.

"The official of the Great Martial Arts Chapter remembers that there has already been a country that has skipped it, if it weren't for your country's mistake in remembering what to dance," the official squinted his eyes as he looked at Ying Baoyue and the others, "The people of the former Qin should know that this repetitive dance is really not danced by any country." ”

"But it didn't say you couldn't jump, did you?" Ying Baoyue looked at the smiling official and said lightly.

"Your Royal Highness, Princess, you said this. Your country can't recruit gods, what's the point of this repetitive dance? Isn't it a waste of my time? The ceremonial official couldn't help but sneer, "The lower official suggested that Qianqin should not jump, please forgive the lower official for not accepting the repeated ......."

"It's not a repetition." However, at this moment, Ying Baoyue suddenly interrupted him, "When did I say that Qianqin was going to dance a repetitive dance?" ”

The girl under the altar spoke quietly, and everyone on and off the stage was stunned.

"Huh? Your Highness, what do you say? The celebrant on the altar stared wide-eyed, unable to believe his ears.

"I just said that the repertoire prepared by the former Qin Dynasty was indeed the same as that of the Northern Wei Dynasty," Ying Baoyue said lightly, "but I didn't say that we were going to dance this." ”

The ceremonial officer's eyes widened in astonishment, "This ......"

But the next moment, Ying Baoyue looked at Ying Xun beside her, and suddenly smiled.

"Cousin, let's dance in a different way."

The girl's voice was unusual, but all the faces of the people around her, whether they were happy, contemptuous, or proud, froze on their faces when they heard the sound.

What is this woman talking about?

Ying Xun's back was cold, and she opened her mouth in a daze, "But this, this is impossible......"

How can it be possible to change the dance on the spot?

"It's okay, trust me."

However, the girl in front of him stared into his eyes, and there seemed to be a flame dancing in the light.

"I'll tell you how. And the main dance," the girl's body stood straight and spoke softly.

"I'll jump."

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