The beauty is picturesque, and the son is like jade.

Looking back and smiling, they are already in pairs, and their dance steps are intertwined.

At the same time, the clear ancient song flows out quietly like a leisurely flowing water.

"When spring comes, the river is as green as blue

The wind cut the willows on the surface of the river

Penny pushes the flat boat into the picture scroll

The smoke and rain paint the south of the Yangtze River, and the peach blossoms reflect the face

Thirteen steps of bluestone slab bridge

The lanterns of the Menghe River reflect the sky

I wish to count thousands of lamps for you

The moon is full in the middle of the sky

Hold hands to talk about Chanjuan

Gangnam to see fireworks in March

The sunset falls in April

The water is clear

The smoke blows, the drizzle is sprinkled

I just hope that the flowers are full of Jianglou and the fragrance of tea"

The music was clear, the dance was picturesque, and everyone was immersed in the beauty.

However, at this moment, the white-clothed poet next to him suddenly moved again.

I saw that he suddenly stood up from the ground, thought for a moment, and then with a big stroke of the wolf's pen, a huge phoenix jumped out and let out a roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth.

"Chirp---------

"Hundred flowers brewed, pouring night lights, Luan Fengqi flowers ......."

"Luan Fengqi Flower ........."

The sound is like water, and it is extremely pleasant.

"Oh my God------ look, what is that?!!!!"

In the next second, a sharp shout suddenly sounded in the studio, and everyone looked up and immediately screamed.

"It's a phoenix, it's really a phoenix, no, it's a phoenix girl, what a beautiful phoenix girl!"

I saw that in the sound of music and cries, Su Lili, who was dressed in red, glided out of the distant void like a phoenix.

Her body was light, and her red clothes were like flames, constantly emitting a fiery red light.

"Hundred flowers brewed, pouring night lights, Luan Fengqi flowers ......."

In the midst of her beautiful singing, she spread her wings and began to glide through the air, and everywhere she went, the crowd began to scream.

"Phoenix Girl, Phoenix Girl, Phoenix Girl!!!"

After a circle, she raised her head and cried, and flew towards the center of the stage with the melodious sound of the flute.

"Fengqi flowers, flowers fly and fall, overlook this picturesque world with me-----"

In the sound of the flute, all the people on the stage began to spin, and their white clothes and skirts turned into white clouds, setting off the phoenix in the sky, which was beautiful.

A thick fog began to spread across the stage.

The golden sun slowly rose from the clouds, and the phoenix girl spread her wings and smiled at everyone in the audience.

Her delicate and picturesque face was dazzlingly beautiful, dressed in red like blood, and the moment she looked back, it was like all the summer flowers blooming in an instant, and she couldn't touch it and directly stabbed everyone's heart.

Everyone looked at the smile on the corner of her mouth obsessively, at this moment, she was the phoenix above the nine heavens.

And all the people in the audience were like the most devout believers.

She smiled like a hundred flowers blooming, attracting a hundred birds and a phoenix!

However, the beautiful phoenix did not stop, but in an instant, she quickly turned her head, and then the moth flew towards the golden sun.

"Chirp -----"

In Qing Yue's cry, the golden flames instantly burned on her wings, and then covered her whole body, the golden flames continued to burn, and then the entire phoenix exploded directly, turning into a colorful glow in the sky.

And the beautiful phoenix also disappeared from heaven and earth in an instant.

Her feathers turned into the clouds in the sky, slowly illuminating the Three Realms with the golden sun.

"Phoenix Nirvana, reflecting the world, a dream for a thousand years!"

"The poet fell to the ground and fell into a deep sleep because of his intoxication. Everything just now was nothing but a dream that the poet had when he was drunk. ”

The clear voice of narration rings in my ears.