【Legend of the Ming Emperor】Chapter 64: A Thousand Years of Prayer

The evening breeze rises, and the night is condensed; In the sky above the ends of the earth, the people in the sea of clouds and boats quietly watched everything in front of them; The dense audience on the shore stared at the stage built on the pontoon bridge on the sea; The smoke is hazy, the lights are dreamlike, and the scenery is particularly charming...

Suddenly, the sound of the piano, like the sound of the sky, pierced the silence of the night; The smoke dissipated, and I saw that Dongsheng had no chance to caress Yaoqin; As the music sounded, fifty-six young women, dressed in various ethnic costumes, walked in syllables; Dancing with the wind, like a fairy descending; Graceful and exotic...

There are beautiful women in the southern country, dancing with light green waists; Kan, who was born as a model, danced with green sleeves, and everyone was full of praise and cheers...

Seeing this, Zhuzhu swirled and danced and stepped forward; Silk rush festival dance clothes light, back to the snow from the wind and dark love, remember Yu Zhen first met, at that time I admired the flowers...

The onlookers were attracted by this scene in front of them, and the people on the cloud boat suddenly fell into the picture of memories; That's when he and her first met on Fengshen Island, and they enjoyed the flowers together...

Hurricane: Second, what are you doing in a daze!

Lie: Since that Zhuzhu came to Fengshen Island, the second brother is about to become a nymphomaniac!

No, no, I was embarrassed and incoherent! Hey, why don't you see the god of wind!

As soon as the words fell, I saw the goddess scattering flowers, and a white shadow fell from the sky! Dancing lightly, chanting and singing; Listen to the music of Emperor Juntian, know him a few times, compete like the world, a new song of lotus picking! The willow waist is light, the warbler's tongue is chirping, and who is bound by the smoke and waves! Helpless Tianjie, I have already urged the class to turn, but I am driving Cailuan, Hibiscus is looking forward to it, and I wish to accompany this banquet every year!

Ruyi rotated and danced, staring at the night sky affectionately, and suddenly things changed and the stars moved, as if returning to the best time! On the sea of clouds, she lay quietly in his arms, watching the meteor shower together...

Storm: The wind god not only sings well, but also dances so well.

Hurricane: Alas! Ever since she left, she's been sullen! I hope this singing and dancing event can make her smile!

Golden Dragon: It's difficult! She has a deep affection for the driver! But she and Zunjia are destined to have no fate!

Storm: You say, what do you think in your heart? With such a big beauty in front of you, has you never been moved?

Jin Long: Zunjia has no mortal feelings, he only has peace in the Three Realms in his heart!

The wishful singing and the unfortunate piano music brought the audience on the shore into a beautiful dream...

Just when everyone was fascinated by the scene in front of them; Seeing the red flowers flying in the sky, a stunning woman wrapped in red silk slowly showed her true face from the flying petals! Its skin is like snow, and its body is soft like a demon; Its eyes are like charm, like magic...

The dance did not move, and the audience on the shore was already in an uproar! Many men waved and shouted: Beauty, beauty, beauty...

The shouts on the shore were endless, and the red silk seemed to be unheard, looking at Dongsheng affectionately and silently; I didn't realize it for a reason, my heart was like stopping water, focusing on my mind, and I gently pulled the seven strings between my fingers; The red silk dances with the wind, the love is too late to dance, the intention is to pour the song slowly, the wrist is too heavy, and the waist is studied! Luo Yi's posture is leading, gently shaking with affection, staying at dusk, looking at each other and loving each other at this time!

Everyone reveled, and their enthusiasm did not diminish in the slightest, unaware of the crisis; At this moment, a dark cloud in the distance was gradually approaching the end of the earth...

Outside the gloomy temple, the Wheel King summoned all the ghosts to get ready to go...