At the foot of Yunzhu Mountain.

On the edge of a mountain cliff.

A woman in a black robe stood lonely, looking up at the full moon in the sky.

Her whole body was covered in a black robe, with a cold mask on her face, and when the mountain wind blew, the black robe hunted and hunted, sticking to her body, showing graceful curves.

It's just that the woman's body seems to be enveloped by a cold and gloomy aura, and even the bright moonlight can't illuminate her.

After a long time, she sighed slightly, but her voice was not the usual hoarse, but gentle and soft.

The mountain breeze blows through the bamboo forest, and the bamboo leaves shake and make a rustling sound, like the sound of dance music.

Ah Ling seemed to remember something, the red lips under the mask pursed slightly, and her posture began to twist slightly.

For a moment, the long hair fluttered, the waist swayed, and the feet were like stepping on ripples.

This dance posture is not inferior to the woman who is good at dancing on Yunzhu Mountain, and it is more of the softness and gentleness of the Dongxiu woman.

This dance finally dispelled the gloom she was subjected to, and the moonlight fell on her body, dancing gracefully, and her body was like water.

It's a pity that this beautiful dance can only bloom alone in the lonely cold after all.

After a few moments, the wind stopped and the dancing relented.

The fluttering black robe fell back on Ah Ling's body, covering the undulating curves of the glimpse.

"Minglan, I'm sorry, I'll let you die without pain."

Ah Ling stood still again, muttering to the full moon overhead.

"That's not going to work."

At this time, Mo Kill walked out of the bamboo forest and applauded:

"Ah Ling, I haven't seen you dancing for a long time, and sure enough, no one in the world can compare to you except for Cloud Dance."

Ah Ling's body tensed slightly, her voice changed back to hoarse, and she bowed to Mo Kill:

"Young master, Si Minglan was killed by my own hands, is it okay?"

Mo Kill laughed, but his voice was very cold: "Si Minglan is the twentieth on the beauty list, such a big beauty, of course I want to refine her into my corpse concubine!" Ah Ling, you have trespassed! ”

Ah Ling's body trembled, her fists clenched, and finally let go.

"Yes, young master, I was wrong."

On Yunzhu Mountain.

Cloud Bamboo Dance Festival.

Under the surprised gaze of everyone, Si Minglan walked into the field.

"Third Senior Sister, do you know how to dance?"

Fang Xue was surprised.

"Hey, vixen, don't pretend!"

The tassel cut.

Qin Gengyun, Nian Tang and Mo Xiaolan also looked at her, Si Minglan looked around, her body exuded a burst of flattery, and she giggled:

"I have been learning to dance in the Teaching Workshop Division since I was a child, please see, can you get into the eyes when you dance with a concubine?"

She seems to have changed back into the third senior sister who was smoky and flattering on Xiyue Peak, and she also changed back to the charming fairy who seduced Qin Geng when she first saw Qin Geng in Yunling Town.

"Third Senior Sister?"

"Si Minglan?"

In the incomprehensible gaze of everyone, the Yunzhu people let out a warm cheer.

Si Minglan looked around, her eyes were blurred, charming and enchanting, and her waist twisted, like a peach swaying on a branch.

She lifted her right leg and stood straight, one foot on the ground, her body spinning rapidly.

For a moment, the dress was fluttering, the long hair was dancing, and the feet were like stepping on ripples.

There was a burst of exclamations around him, and one after another obsessive eyes came, Si Minglan raised her snow-white neck, with layers of watery charm on her face.

Suddenly, it was as if he had returned to the Sect Division, and he had become the official prostitute who only wanted to please men.

Then, the rotation stopped, and Si Minglan's movements changed from wild and charming to soft and graceful.

This is not a dance taught by the sect division just to please men, but a dance that the second senior sister taught herself to dance on Xiyue Peak.

At the beginning, Shizun Sang Yue saved Si Minglan and brought her back to Xiyue Peak, but Shizun often retreated, and the senior sister Ye Xiyue taught art on behalf of the teacher.

But Ye Xiyue is just passing on her art, and she doesn't care about Si Minglan at all.

At that time, Si Minglan was lonely, had low self-esteem, had no friends on Xiyue Peak, dreamed back at midnight, and always woke up in the nightmare of being violated by a man.

Later, the second senior sister who had been training outside came back.

The second senior sister was like a ray of sunshine, shining into Si Minglan's cold and lonely life.

The second senior sister taught her swordsmanship, practiced with her, and taught her to dance in her spare time.

Those years were Si Minglan's happiest time.

And now, the dance she dances is the "gentle dance" of the second senior sister.

Senior Sister Wan, I'm going to die soon, maybe we'll never see each other again.

This is mine, the last dance.

"Third Senior Sister seems to be crying?"

Fang Xue watched Si Minglan dance, but she could feel her sadness.

Qin Gengyun also saw Si Minglan's tears, and couldn't help but sigh.

Although Si Minglan has never shown despair along the way, she only has a few months to live after all, who can be calm in the face of her own death?

In a burst of exclamations, Si Minglan finished dancing.

Yunzhu people can sing and dance, and when they saw that she danced so well, they all gathered around to praise her, and even several bold men were already inviting her to dance.

Si Minglan smiled and refused, and sat back in her seat silently, and Ye Xiyue's cold voice came from next to her:

"Wei Wan taught you this dance?"

Wei Wan, the second senior sister of Xi Yuefeng, the fifteenth on the beauty list.

Famous for its dance.

Si Minglan nodded expressionlessly: "Yes." ”

Ye Xiyue said lightly: "What's the use of teaching you this kind of thing?" ”

Si Minglan sneered: "Do you want to learn from Senior Sister and give me to Senior Uncle?" Senior sister, since Uncle Zheng wants you, why don't I teach you how to serve men, you can serve Zheng Shengmo comfortably, maybe you can get some benefits under his crotch. ”

Ye Xiyue's eyes were like electricity, her long hair fluttered, and Si Minglan was overwhelmed by her spiritual power.

But soon two auras protected her, and Si Minglan was stunned: "Qin Cultivation, Nian Tang?" ”

Seeing Qin Gengyun and Niantang standing in front of Si Minglan, Qin Gengyun said coldly: "Xiyue Fairy, what you do is all dirty things, you are also worthy of being called a fairy?" ”

Ye Xiyue slowly stood up, Qin Gengqian already had an extra embroidery needle in his hand, and Si Minglan was also standing side by side with him.

There was tension on both sides, and cheers suddenly rang out all around.

"The guests have already danced, and the cloud dance can come out!"

"Cloud Dance!!"

The people of Yunzhu all shouted with joy, and the children jumped up and down and began to sing a ballad:

"Cloud Dance's face, hooking people's eyes~~"

"Cloud Dance's waist, the knife that cuts people~~"

"Cloud Dance's legs, fascinate the mountain ghosts~~"

"100,000 clouds and bamboos, it's better to dance~~"

The tassel patted Yun Xing, who was singing: "Hey, this cloud dance is really as good as you sing?" ”

Yun Xing glared at her: "Sister Yun Wu is the best woman in the world!" ”

Tassel cut: "How many women have you seen?" Feixian Pavilion is also idle, choose a woman who no one has ever seen to be the first on the beauty list, maybe it's not as good as me! ”

The next moment, the sound of tassels stopped abruptly, and he stared blankly at a bamboo forest in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, the lively Yunzhu Dance Festival also quieted down.

In the verdant bamboo forest, under the bright moonlight, a slender figure slowly stepped out.

(End of chapter)