As the twilight gradually rose, it was like a net, tightly enveloping the entire Wan'an City in the center, and people did not know it in the net.

West Market, Suyu Street is different from other markets, this street is more lively during the day, and most of the people who come and go here are looking for people to learn art, because this is a street of Jiaofang.

At night, it is relatively deserted, and there are very few food stalls.

The street was sparsely populated, and a man with a black umbrella covered in white and a pear blossom and white face walked up. The cold face is charming, and it makes people drunk.

Qiu Que often comes!

He was familiar with the way, and turned directly into the largest teaching workshop - Yunshaofang.

The inside is brightly lit, but not noisy, with the occasional musical instrument or two. The figure of cultivation can be seen everywhere, there are men and women, all slender and colorful, with a focused expression and a hard work.

There is no apprentice under the apprentice who did not practice hard to achieve positive results.

He passed through the arched gate, stepped on the bluestone curved bridge, and walked into the bamboo path in about ten steps, all the way inside, stopping at the innermost part of the end.

This workshop is probably the smallest in the workshop, except for a few green lights and gray walls, there are only a few people.

The further you go inside, the more cold it becomes.

Yu Qiuque has a completely different feeling, he likes this quiet exclusivity, as if this is a quiet window, open the window to see the dancing people inside, and the old things that have been closed for a long time and have deposited the smell of decay.

It was only at such a moment that he dared to stick his head out of the window and look in timidly.

At this time, Qiu Que stood under the eaves, in the shadow of the green bamboo, closed his eyes and listened to the unique drum sound through the air, thick and depressed, his heart calmed down, but his brows were furrowed.

There was a faint smile of the warbler Yanyan, the voice was very small, and the people under the eaves were like pines that had taken root and sprouted, and they did not move.

The accompaniment of the nine-technique plucked dance has only one animal skin drum. The drum body is round, short and flat.

The body of the drum is low and powerful, as if it is an ancient giant beast, and it roars at the feet.

"Knock knock knock knock

The sound and movement are the slight sound of footsteps.

Hey? Today is a little different.

Qiu Que shifted to watch.

There was one more person next to a group of men in Tsing Yi.

Yes, in the past there were four, but today there are five.

And, it's a woman!

A woman in a white robe, dyed with blue silk and ink, and a plain shirt and fan.

This piqued his curiosity.

"Knock knock! Boom! Knock knock ......" The animal bones and cowhide music drums were beaten low, deep and heavy again.

The women, like them, wore only socks, and danced elegantly on the smooth floor with colorful feather fans in their hands.

But seeing the wide sleeves and wind, the color fan in his hand was retracted and unfolded. Light Shuyun between the hands, turning, throwing, opening and closing, such as flowing clouds and flowing water vigorous swimming dragon.

The nine-technique plucked dance was originally a sacrificial dance, accompanied by a feather fan, and the movements were wide open and closed, vigorous and powerful.

Therefore, most of the dancers are men, or Lang Lang Xiaosheng who is in the brothel of the Qinglou to win the public.

For many years, I did not see a woman.

But I didn't know that this dance was danced to the extreme by a woman a long time ago, under the summer sun.

Qiu Que stared at the woman, his thoughts like a tide.

The woman danced freely and neatly, without the twisting and delicate pretentiousness that a girl should have, she must be a crystal clear person, and only by understanding the essence of this dance can people dance in unison.

How do you make people look away?

The more you can't move away, the door of the past opens abruptly.

Eight hundred years ago, on a summer night, fireflies were flying, the sky was starless, and there were moons and days.

Yes, the sun and the moon rose at the same time that night, and it was rare to be abnormal.

On the three-tiered pagoda-shaped crescent moon altar, a slender woman is wearing black bird feathers, stepping on drums and holding a colorful feather fan.

Flip and spin, dance charming, wild and wild!

She is the last priest of the Wiccans! Qu Ke'er!

The one beating the drum in the audience was none other than Emperor Liuyang, Qiu Que, who had only been on the throne for two months.

The sun and the moon coincided, Qu Ke'er looked at it, Qiu Que's dark and bright eyes went straight up, pious and enthusiastic.

In his expectant eyes, round and transparent bubbles floated around the altar.

The bubble floated higher and higher, high into the air, and finally disappeared into the light where the sun and the moon met.

In the streets and alleys of Liuyang Kingdom, there are short-term rumors: the new emperor is infatuated with witches, and it is difficult to control his madness!

But it was only two days, a short knife inlaid with precious stones and pearls was deeply inserted into Qiu Que's heart, and the knife was held by the slender jade hands that danced with a feather fan before.

At this point, the era of Qiu Que ended.

The sound of the drums turned from strong to weak, and the dancers outside the window also withdrew from their memories.

When she looked at it again, the woman suddenly stopped.

Perhaps unhappy with her movements, she paused to try to practice a fan spin.

Several times repeatedly.

He was standing under the eaves, in the middle of the window lattice, to the side of the cadets.

The woman's figure was on one side, with wide sleeves opening and closing to cover it, and a transparent green gourd jade pendant was worn between the white clothes and plain shirts, spinning with each other.

Qiu Que was unconsciously moved, and even his steps moved. It wasn't until the window frame blocked the view that he stopped.

Fu returned to the window.

He looked at it over and over again, looked back over and over again, and clenched his heart over and over again.

The knife was like yesterday, the dull pain was still there, and the bloody breath was still there.

Time passed quietly.

Half Moon is like an old man with a load, crawling slowly, slowly drawing an arc in the blue sky.

For two hours, the dancers were exhausted, and even the spectators were infected, and they were physically and mentally exhausted at the end.

The woman packed up, went out, and opened her umbrella.

Qiu Que was surprised: "It's a soul like himself!" "

This time he didn't leave ahead of schedule as he had done before.

Instead, he stood with an umbrella and faced the direction the woman was coming from, although he looked ahead, his eyes were full of every move in the corridor.

Qiu Que was extremely tall, and the woman walked down under his oblique gaze.

I didn't know each other, and if I hadn't seen it, the woman was surprised and surprised.

At the moment of passing by, he looked down on the painting of the woman's umbrella clearly: a mouse swallows an elephant! The rats are red and bright, and the elephants are gray.

The brushwork is rough, the picture is vivid, and the painting method is strange!

It's really interesting: others use plums, orchids, bamboos, and chrysanthemums to highlight the noble character of the umbrella owner, but she chooses the rats that are common but not to be seen in the world.

There was no wind, no rain, and the night was silent and quiet.

Qiu Que stood under the cold night sky, watching the woman drift away.

Most people are attracted to interesting souls, and he and Qiu Que are no exception.

Out of Yunshao Pavilion, Jiang Xiaoli did not stop, walked along the side of the street, turned sharply, and turned into the dim alley on the right.

In the depths of the alley, a black carriage is parked, blending into one in the thick of the night.

She walked briskly to the carriage and got into it.

The car moved slowly, and there were whispers in the car.

"How's it going?"

"All the best!"

"Cut, look at your smug little look, you have to be careful......"