Chapter 59: Moon Palace Chang'e

Qiu Ming found that even Bao Guangzi was looking forward to it, and it seemed that they had never seen Chang'e dance. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Chen Daochang casually picked up a chopstick from the table and threw it at the "moon" on the wall. I saw the chopsticks fly straight towards the moon on the wall, getting smaller and smaller, turning into a small black dot.

I saw that the little black dot came out of the moon again, and slowly began to grow larger, as tall as chopsticks, and seemed to look like a small cartoon puppet. The facial features are not very clear, and the appearance seems to be a beauty.

Wang Shouzhong's disciples all showed disappointed expressions, how could such a big, small puppet-like thing be called Chang'e? It seems that this Chen Dao is not as good as the master in the long run, and he bragged about inviting Chang'e to dance.

When the beauty fell to the ground, it was only less than a foot high, but in the eyes of everyone, it slowly grew bigger. In less than a minute, it was the same as an ordinary person.

The mica screen candle shadow is deep, and the long river gradually falls. The skin is like condensation, the hands are soft, the smile is smiling, and the eyes are beautiful.

Qiu Ming thought that the river god he had ever seen was the most beautiful woman, but that river god was less immortal than the "Chang'e" in front of him.

In the real world, Qiu Ming has seen all kinds of beauties on the Internet, maybe some of them are very beautiful, but he has never seen them with his own eyes. He has seen it with his own eyes, Zhang Ruolan is the most beautiful.

And now, Chang'e is standing in front of him, and a smile can touch everyone's hearts.

Qiu Ming looked sideways at Bao Guangzi, even the senior brother was full of amazement, as if he had never seen such a miracle.

Chang'e stood in the middle of the room and bowed to everyone: "The little girl Su'e, at the invitation of Daochang Chen, presented a neon dress dance for everyone. ”

Neon Dance? Qiu Ming's eyes lit up, he had never seen this neon dance that had been passed down through the ages.

Chang'e flicked her water sleeves, swayed her waist, and danced. While dancing, she also sang a ballad by herself.

Qiu Ming wanted to secretly record this paragraph with his mobile phone, not to mention the beautiful dancing, if this song was put into the real world to release a single, it would definitely become popular quickly with one song. If this dance is made into a music video, then the record of horse riding dance will definitely be broken!

It was obviously a cappella, but Qiu Ming seemed to hear the sound of the silk and bamboo orchestra, could it be that one mouth could make several sounds at the same time? This kind of technique, Qiu Ming had never seen before, although it didn't seem to be powerful, but it was indeed too shocking.

Every disciple was overwhelmed by Chang'e's singing and dancing, some of them fell to the ground with chopsticks in their hands without knowing it, and some of them knocked over their wine glasses, and the wine spilled on their bodies without any feeling.

Everyone's eyes showed an obsessive look, but there was also one person who was different, that was Wang Shouzhong, his eyes were full of possessive~ desire!

This look was inadvertently seen by Qiu Ming, and of course Liu Ruozhuo also noticed it.

Today, two of his friends came to Laoshan Shangqingguan as guests, and he asked these disciples to sit down and let them see these Taoist techniques together, which was also a test for these disciples.

It can be seen from the pouring of wine just now that Xuan Guangzi (Qiu Ming) poured it for the senior brothers first, and then poured it himself. And those anonymous disciples are scrambling to grab it first and then pour it for themselves, for fear that they won't be able to drink.

From this point, it can be seen that those anonymous disciples have very poor character.

Maybe these people haven't drunk for a long time, so Liu Ruozhuo won't simply use this point to examine his disciples. When Brother Chen Dao invited Chang'e to dance, he observed the disciples again.

These personal disciples are okay, although they have a look of amazement on their faces, they are more appreciative, they can drink and eat normally, or gently pat their palms in admiration.

As for those anonymous disciples, they were all stunned and didn't say anything, and there were even some people with some possessive~ desire in their eyes, which made him very dissatisfied.

That Wang Shouzhong, from the time he went up the mountain, he felt that it was not suitable to learn the Tao from him. This person learns the Tao not for immortality, not to help others, but purely for the sake of showing off.

Originally, I thought that by cutting wood every day, I could sharpen my mind and improve. But now it seems that the country is easy to change, and the nature is difficult to change.

Chang'e was still dancing on the ground, but she moved her lotus step lightly and jumped onto the table in front of Liu Ruozhuo and them. A person of that size jumped on the table, but the table didn't shake at all.

Many of the disciples stood up and craned their necks to watch, swearing that they had never seen such a beautiful dance or heard such a beautiful song in their lives.

Chang'e suddenly began to spin, and the whole person slowly floated up. Under the bright moonlight, Chang'e became smaller and smaller, and her singing voice became weaker and weaker, as if it was slowly moving away.

When the singing stopped, Chang'e disappeared. Everyone looked at it, and a chopstick stood upright on the table.

Only then did everyone remember that Chang'e just now was not the same Chen Daochang who used a chopstick. When they saw the beautiful dance and heard the moving singing, it was all the chopsticks that were conjured.

Seeing the surprised expressions of the disciples, Liu Ruozhuo and the two guests laughed heartily, when they saw this kind of Dao technique for the first time, they were not surprised.

Zhou Daochang gently stroked his long beard: "I'm happy tonight, but I'm about to get drunk." The two Taoist brothers accompanied me to the Moon Palace to have a glass of practice wine, okay? ”

Liu Ruozhuo and Chen Daochang agreed, and the three of them carried the tables and chairs and walked to the moon hanging on the wall. In Qiu Ming's eyes, the master and the two guests were getting smaller and smaller, but in just a few breaths, they had already entered the palace on the moon.

"Brother Liu Dao, that disciple wearing a crown is your newly accepted eighth disciple?" Chen Dao glanced to the right side of the statue.

On his right side, it was like a whole light curtain, and inside the light curtain was the room where Qiu Ming and them were eating. Each disciple's movements, expressions, and even voices were clear.

"That's him. This son is not only very talented, but also has occasionally obtained some Buddhist secret techniques, as well as a set of family recipes for practicing qi, and his future achievements may be above me. Liu Ruozhuo glanced at Qiu Ming and seemed to be very satisfied.

"Congratulations to Brother Liu Dao, this good apprentice, plus Bao Guangzi, the Qingguan on Laoshan Mountain will be prosperous." Zhou Daochang said with some envy.

"We are all in the same vein, how can we divide each other?"

On the moon, the three of them were drinking and chatting in the Moon Palace, and their eyebrows and beards could be seen clearly, but they couldn't hear what they were saying.

Qiu Ming wasn't too surprised by this, this is the same as watching TV, but the picture is round, and there is no sound yet.

Bao Guangzi watched Qiu Ming eat by himself, and he didn't seem to be curious about the Moon Palace at all, and he was a little surprised. This little junior brother is really calm, and when he saw this kind of Taoist technique for the first time, he was also surprised and couldn't close his mouth.

No wonder the master said that the Zhongxing of Shangqingguan may depend on the junior brother. With this calm mind, he can't compare.

The moon on the wall is getting darker......