The spring breeze of reform blows all over the ground ~ blows all over the ground, and the spring breeze blows all over the ground

The Chinese people are really contentious ~ the people are really contentious

The spring breeze of reform blows all over the ground ~ blows all over the ground, and the spring breeze blows all over the ground

The Chinese people are really contentious ~ the people are really contentious

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The magical rhythm and lyrics kept echoing in my head, and the muscles of everyone present were already beating rhythmically uncontrollably.

Mingxin was still smiling, everyone's reactions were all as he expected, and he turned to Yan He and said, "So, can you learn this song?"

Yan He stopped and nodded rhythmically, nodded again, and said in a daze: "Well~emm~ I learned..."

Ming Xin grinned, turned his head to the Thirteen Golden Pills and Yuelong and said, "Young men, the boss is giving you a day off today, do you want to listen to the "King of Poetry" sung by Yan He again!"

Below, the crowd was crowded, all nodded dumbfounded, and there was no other emotion in their eyes except expectation!

Yan He's mind was still echoing the king of poetry, and he muttered: "It turns out that the name of the song is the king of poetry..."

Coming back to his senses, Yan He asked a little anxiously: "You can sing it, that... Can you not let me do that shameful act? It's unbearable!"

"Awkward dance, do you know what?"

"What is it?"

"You can dance casually, as long as it is played on the spot, you don't need to have any technical content, you can swing your hands and feet at will, this is an awkward dance, the most suitable for the king of poetry!"

"Isn't this just a blind dance for people who can't dance?"

"Yes, that's it, you are not allowed to dance, you can play at will, just jump blindly, the more shameful it is, the better it is!"

On this day, within the boundaries of the Holy Source Land, a monk in a certain place witnessed a strange phenomenon.

In the sky, a white light flew from the sky, and a demonic song was heard in all directions, and the noise was unbearable.

The white light was extremely fast at first, but then it somehow slowed down.

As a result, a large number of monks rose up to follow suit, either out of curiosity or out of other ideas.

But this one is a catastrophe that destroys the world!

This white light, wherever it flies, where it sounds, there is a magical singing, maybe the voice will change, but the song and rhythm will never change.

As time went on, and the distance traveled more, more and more monks followed behind the white buttocks, and no one was willing to go down.

Moreover, almost all of them were shaking their heads and tails excitedly, as if they were taking drugs, and only a very small number of monks who had just joined the group looked confused and unclear.

After a while, the white light accelerated again, leaving a large number of monks far behind, and seeing the white light that emitted music flying away, all the monks wept, sighed silently, stretched their necks, and looked sideways, feeling sorry for the departure of the white light.

After flying at extreme speed for a long time, after reaching a new realm with monks, the white light slowed down again, and after a while, a large number of monks followed behind his ass.

When there are enough monks, take their essence and remove their dross, leaving the possible Jindan stage monks, and release all the remaining garbage to add a little yang virtue to Mingxin, so as not to go to hell after death.

Subsequently, Mingxin relied on this method to hurry slowly...

Heaven descends on the people, they must first work their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skin!

The task that Mingxin set for himself is to carry forward this "King of Poetry" Divine Comedy in the Xiuzhen world and become the first pop music in the Xiuzhen world, and Mingxin wants to become the pioneer of pop music in the Xiuzhen world!

Inspiration comes instantly, Mingxin had never wanted to do such a thing before, but now as soon as he sings, the idea immediately pops up, and it is out of control like the water of the Yellow River bursting its banks!

The object of transmission is these scum monks in the foundation building period, the monks in the Qi training period will not be able to fly and can't keep up, and the Jindan period will be caught and bred by him, so it is necessary to use the monks of the foundation building period who are useless to Mingxin and can fly to spread this song.

The Heavenly Spirit Sect is in the west, far away, and there is nothing to do on the way, this kind of thing is not impossible, it should be used to pass the time.

Speaking of Tianling Sect, Tianling Sect is in the west, so Mingxin is on the way to the west, speaking of west, Mingxin thinks of the ancient masterpiece "Journey to the West" in his previous life, speaking of "Journey to the West", Mingxin can't help but think of the Sino-American co-production in the second half of the year before he crossed over... Forget it, no bb, anyway.

Two blossoms are right! Blossom blossom!

To get back to the point, the need to spread pop music has been compounded, and the speed of travel has slowed down, and every time you go to a new area, you have to slow down and teach your "students" to sing.

"Teacher" is randomly selected among Yan He, Yuelong, and Thirteen Oh No, fifteen Jindan monks.

Although the speed has decreased, Mingxin is happy, everyone is happy, and those Jindan monks who have been drawn blood can also use this to alleviate the unwillingness caused by being oppressed by Mingxin.

Looking at the fifteen blood-congested Jindan monks, next to them were more than a dozen ten-meter-long blood-devouring children storing blood qi, and they were constantly providing blood qi for themselves.

Listening to the song, there are still cultivation resources, Mingxin is in a good mood, smiles weirdly, and secretly says: The ** music strategy in the previous life is good, these people can save a lot of trouble if they don't flutter.

In the blink of an eye, months have passed, and due to the spread of Journey to the West culture... Oh no, it's because of the music culture, a few months have passed, and Mingxin has been able to fly through the Holy Source Realm.

Not long after entering the realm of the Heavenly Spirit Sect, Mingxin was leisurely nibbling on fruit and enjoying a massage, and Yuelong walked over slowly at this time, opening his mouth, but his face was full of fear and wanted to speak.

"There's something to say, there's a fart!" Mingxin said impatiently without opening his eyes.

Yuelong swallowed and spit, strengthened his courage, and stammered, "That... I sensed the host's location..."

Mingxin nodded and said, "Well, I know, let's go back." ”

Not long ago, the Moon Dragon suddenly lost the location information of the Demon Jeezi, who can be controlled freely, so it is not surprising.

"Hmm, why don't you leave?" Mingxin was impatient, and he was a little nervous tired from looking at these people all day.

Yuelong trembled and said, "Master's location... It's changed..."

"Changed, where did it change?"

Yuelong trembled and pointed to the back of his right, lowered his head and didn't dare to look up, "We have walked... At... In the back... And... Far away!"

Mingxin's legs twitched, and he naturally lifted it violently, and hit the bridge of his nose that was massaging Yan He, and suddenly a miserable scream came.

Mingxin glanced at Yan He, who was covering his nose and screaming bitterly, and said, "Why are you still stunned, hurry up and turn around!"

"Oh, I'm going to turn around. ”

Yan He was inexplicably ruthless and couldn't be comforted, it's really pitiful.

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