I saw that the light veil on the stage on the moon bud pond slowly disappeared layer by layer, and a woman dressed as a fellow student held a peach branch in her hand, looked up at the sky sadly, and her red lips opened lightly: "The night is getting cooler, the flowers fall into frost, you look at it from afar, exhaust all the twilight, don't think about it, and forget it." ”

"The peach blossoms are cold, how can you give up in your previous life, this sea is vast, and you pretend that it is not painful, itchy, or far-fetched, it is all an illusion."

Oh my God, familiar people, Yingtian's students were sensational and boiling, on the stage, it was Yan Bugui and Dongfang Chen who were dressed as men and women......

Oh my God, this Dongfang Chen originally had such a rotating singing voice, and this Yan Bugui, who was born in a family of military generals, was so delicate as a woman......

But what kind of genre is this? I've never heard of it.

The commotion, the commotion, the crowd held their breath to feel the scene depicted in the lyrics.

What's even worse is that they don't dare to close their eyes and feel it, because the huge background picture is constantly changing.

The three hands that manipulated the picture on the huge background map drew scenes under the lyrics on the background wall with only their hands.

Who are those three people......

That's the genius of our Yingtian Academy, Bei Ming Yang, Murong Xuan, and the battle of North Ming.

The people of Yingtian Academy were extremely proud, and they raised their heads high, admiring what they couldn't name.

"Shan Chang Yang, please advise." The mountain masters of other academies who came casually and were equally surprised, as well as the mountain masters of other academies in the Water Moon Empire, all asked about the surprise performance on the stage.

"Alas, that's all a piece of cake, that kind of painting, invented by a student, called "sand painting." Yang Shanchang learned the appearance of Baili Qianmu that day, and also quoted the new vocabulary he learned from Baili Qianmu.

Everyone still didn't understand, and it was not good to ask again, looking at Yang Shanchang's unfathomable appearance, it was not good to get to the bottom of it.

The deans of the academies of the Water Moon Empire straightened their waists, straightened their backs, and pulled the clothes on their bodies, with glory.

We, from Yingtian Academy, we, from the Water Moon Empire.

"The cool night is a river of thoughts for you, and it turns into spring mud to protect me."

"The shallow years are full of lover's sleeves, and pieces of fragrant flowers enter the water."

The two people who sang in duet, you and me, until another tall and slender figure appeared.

He shook the folding fan, and his breath was natural.

"Mo Shangren is like jade, Gongsun Jin, a son-in-law who is unparalleled in the world." Gongsun Jin's followers shouted in surprise.

"Cool and sweet, I am dressed in flowers, and I am hurt when I fall into the mortal dust."

"Life is easy to overcome the catastrophe, and the depreciated heart still has a little bit of hatred from the previous life, and a little bit of hatred from the previous life."

"I have also had a slight frost on my temples, and I have also returned to the light because of you, the years are long, how can you waste time to wander, to wander, to change growth." The woman played by Yan Bugui stares at Gongsun Jin affectionately.

"The scorching peach blossoms are cool, and this life is getting hotter and hotter, and one flower is already reassuring, enough for three lives and three generations to form a pair.

The backs are in pairs, and on the water side...... Gongsun Jin eases the sadness word by word, pushing the atmosphere of the entire Moon Bud Pool to a climax.

"Liang Liang Sansheng III is suddenly like a dream, and the tears are dried in the air." Yan Bugui bowed her head sadly with tears.

"If the memories can no longer be recognized, let the love fall into the dust." Gongsun Jin left a resolute back.

"When will spring bloom in the cool ten miles, and see the wind under the tree." Yan Bugui choked.

"The falling flowers are intentional, the flowing water is ruthless, don't let the grievances, love and hates cool the pure of the falling flowers, I am willing to lead the dust."