At the end of the day, as the bell rang for the end of class, the master left the classroom.

The disciples stumbled to pack up their belongings, whispering and laughing in twos and threes.

"Don't go, everyone!" Hong Lang hurriedly ran in from the outside and grabbed Han Chengxian, who was about to go out, and another classmate, "There is big news!" ”

Han Chengxian smiled and punched Hong Lang, reached out to hook Hong Lang's neck, and laughed loudly, "Just you kid is looking around for news all day long, say it quickly!" What's the gossip that you have to leave the whole class to listen to you? ”

Hong Lang smiled, pushed Han Chengxian's arm away, walked quickly to the lecture hall, looked at his classmates and said, "Just now, Master asked me to inform everyone that the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, and the college's annual Mid-Autumn Festival is about to start." Do you know how Lanshan College spends its annual Mid-Autumn Festival? ”

Most of the students shook their heads and looked at each other with confused eyes.

Qian Liang put the sorted bookbag on his back and walked forward to Hong Lang's side, "You kid is still selling guanzi, but you said that the Mid-Autumn Festival Moon Festival is going to have a show?" ”

Hong Lang opened his mouth exaggeratedly and applauded, "It's worthy of our class!" More informed than my PHS! ”

Qian glanced at him, "The Mid-Autumn Festival of Lanshan Academy has always been lively, and my eldest brother is studying in Xiyang Academy, so I naturally know it." ”

Hong Liang laughed for a while, finally cleared his throat, and said aloud to the class, "The Mid-Autumn Festival starts on the evening of August 14, according to the practice of the academy for many years, each class needs to prepare a program performance, which will be jointly scored by the masters of the academy, and the best class can get an urn of osmanthus moon god wine brewed by Dean Murong himself!" It is said that this urn of wine is no more, no less, just enough for twenty disciples to drink a cup each! ”

"The prize is wine?" Many disciples were surprised and looked at each other.

"So, I admire Principal Murong even more!" He Yanyan reluctantly freed her fat body from her seat, clasped her hands together, as if Murong Yan was the god of the Nine Heavens, her eyes staring at the sky with admiration, "I heard my mother say that Principal Murong is wise and powerful, and his momentum is extraordinary, and it can be seen from this prize that the principal is absolutely extraordinary!" ”

Zhang Xian grabbed He Yanyan and said in a thin voice, "Yanyan, Deputy Hong hasn't finished speaking, you should be quiet." ”

He Yanyan turned around and looked at Zhang Xian with a smile, the two of them were at the same table and had a very close relationship, "My mother never let me touch wine, if we get the wine rewarded by Principal Murong this time, I can fulfill my long-cherished wish, I'm really happy, haha." ”

"He Yanyan, don't get excited, listen to me," Hong Lang looked at He Yanyan with a smile, "This osmanthus moon god wine is not an ordinary wine, everyone knows the Immortal Crane House in the back mountain!" ”

Seeing that everyone nodded, he didn't sell Guan Zi, "The Immortal Crane Residence is the residence of Principal Murong, and it has set up a high-level formation, which is like a fairyland on earth, and there are countless spiritual plants planted. The osmanthus of this osmanthus moon god wine is produced by the osmanthus tree planted by Principal Murong himself, it is said that every petal of osmanthus has aura, and the osmanthus moon god wine brewed is a rare best in the mortal world. ”

Qian Liang took over, "My brother said, if you drink this osmanthus moon god wine without spiritual roots, you can prolong your life and cultivate the basic element." Those who have spiritual roots can increase their cultivation if they drink it. Every year, many disciples with spiritual roots drink wine, and they can break through and upgrade that night. There are also disciples of Xiyang Temple who brought the wine home and gave it to the sick old man to drink, and the wine was cured. Therefore, every year, each class wants to break through their minds and strive to win the first place in the Mid-Autumn Festival. ”

When Jiang Shuli heard this, he thought of Ouyang, who was lying in bed at home, his beautiful eyes lit up, and he asked, "What are the rules and requirements for this Mid-Autumn Festival festival?" ”

"There are no special rules and requirements," Hong Lang scratched his hair, "Piano art, painting, poetry, dancing, there are even classes in Xiyang Academy that have disciples who are good at cooking, and have made chrysanthemum feasts for the masters to taste." ”

During the Mid-Autumn Festival of Lanshan College, the masters who were the judges were always casual and did not refuse to perform in various programs.

The various performances mentioned by Hong Lang are all programs that have won the first place in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Then what show are we going to have to come out to win the osmanthus moon god wine?" A classmate threw out a question, which immediately made everyone fall into thought.

"Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, there doesn't seem to be anything particularly outstanding in our class," Zhou Jiaying saw that her friend was interested, and she also made up for it, "The disciples of our Ling Ze class have spiritual roots, do you want to consider it from this perspective and show that we are superior to Xiyang Academy?" ”

"Great idea!" He Yanyan high-fived, and the fat on her body trembled, "Didn't we take the first place?" Shall we perform Keju? ”

Zhang Xian couldn't help but whisper, "What does Keju have to do with Linggen?" Besides, the Mid-Autumn Festival is held at night, how to kick it in the dark? What if I kick the masters? ”

"The Mid-Autumn Festival seems to be held on the grass on the edge of the cold pond in the back mountain, right?" Li Shiqing had heard of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and she smiled slightly, "I have an idea." Jiaying has a set of Biyue swordsmanship, gorgeous and complex, and her posture is chic, why don't we win with a sword dance? ”

Zhou Jiaying hurriedly waved her hand, "That swordsmanship has its own appearance, it looks dazzling but it is actually not a superior swordsmanship, in the eyes of the masters, it is like an axe in the class, will it smash our big guys?" ”

"Don't worry," Li Shiqing stretched out her hand to hold Zhou Jiaying, her eyes smiling, "Since it is a show-form program, the masters naturally don't pay attention to the depth and difficulty of swordsmanship, I estimate that the main thing is to be pleasing to the eye." ”

"Just dancing the sword, I'm afraid the certainty of victory is not big enough." Hong Lang and Qian Liang also thought about the feasibility, and Hong Lang asked, "Dancing a sword under the moon sounds mysterious. Isn't it more meaningful to add a concert? ”

"Dancing the sword under the sound of the clanging piano," Qian Liang nodded, "Sounds good, is there any other idea?" ”

Qiu Fangfei, who has never liked to speak, raised her white hand, she is the concubine of Lord Qiu's family in the Taifu Temple, and her temperament is very quiet, "I have seen Lingbo Dance in the palace before, if we perform Lingbo Dance and Biyue Swordsmanship together, will we have a better chance of winning?" ”

"Wonderful!" Many classmates nodded yes, Han Chengxian raised his thumb at Qiu Fangfei, which suddenly made Qiu Fangfei blush, she lowered her head and shrank behind her classmates, Han Chengxian scratched her head, "This Lingbo dance plus Biyue swordsmanship, if you can really perform Lingbo, then the first must be for us!" ”

"Limbo show?" A disciple jumped up exaggeratedly, "Our level Ling Bo crossing is still not satisfactory, how can Ling Bo perform?" ”

Hong Lang touched his chin, "Don't say it, I really have a way." ”

"I've seen swordsmen in the rivers and lakes who don't have spiritual roots but can do light skills," Hong Lang recalled, "The performance of treading water and picking lotus in the lake is to throw tiles and put them on the water, but in fact, they are stepping on tiles." ”

Everyone's eyes lit up, "You mean, let's also have a tiled Lingbo performance?" ”