Du Yuanmu sent Da Meow to the stands where the Maoshan camp was located, and then he was relieved to follow the red sleeves back to the table and sit down. Zhang Liao, the www.biquge.info of Pen & Fun & Pavilion, asked, "Why have you been there for so long?" I had more than a dozen fights just now, and a few of them were particularly good -- it was really an eye-opener, and it was worth the trip. "Du Yuanxin said, no matter how much the cow is also someone else's, I don't sprinkle this urine in vain, I got an artifact by the way! It's a pity that it's not convenient to show off here, so I have to endure the response," I met a friend from Maoshan on the way, chatted a few words, and delayed. ”

At this moment, the song and dance show "Neon Shirt and Feather Song" of the Mixed Yuan Music Workshop in the venue has been performed, and after a tight drum beat, the host loudly announced: "Three judges are invited to enter——"

Before the words fell, a stone crack opened in the ground in the field, and three high-backed nanmu chairs rose from it, all of which were based on the jade lotus platform and stood side by side on the edge of the deep pool. The chair has already sat three great singers. As the presenters introduced them in turn, they stood up one by one to salute the audience.

"The abbot of Lushan Qingxuan Jingshe, a young singer known as the little Tingfeng of Buddhism, Shi Zen heart! Representative work, [Cihang Pudu], the original circulation exceeded 10 million-" There was a girl's scream from the edge of the stands, especially the mixed yuan faction welcoming the female Taoists who shouted the most happily.

"The Jurchens of the Qingwei School, the folk singer known as Faye Wong of the Daomen, Geng Linna!

"The last one, the head of the Catholic choir and the world-famous conductor, Mr. Allean Guo! The representative work, [Hallelujah], refused to perform for the Thanksgiving Day of the President of America nine times--"Wow, thousands of people applauded together, obviously moved by the integrity of this Mr. Guo.

Seeing that the guy with gold-rimmed glasses waved frequently, Du Yuan almost jumped up, "Isn't this Pastor Guo?" Haha, this guy really has two brushes!" Red Sleeves pressed his thigh, "Lightly." You just offended the Zhenjun of the Mixed Yuan, people are under the eaves, be careful to kowtow your head!"

The guests sat down again, and the contestants began to take the stage one after another. This "Happy Loose Singing Contest" is different from the previous "Five Elements Fighting Competition" in that it is not limited to the Daomen, and all people from the outer sect who are invited to watch the ceremony can participate. The aim is to create a spiritual situation of harmonious coexistence. Everyone has a harmonious relationship, and it is also convenient to help each other in the world.

The stage is still a stone platform in the deep pool, and this distance is not worth mentioning for the participants. The first three guys who actively came to power were obviously from KTV Maiba, and they cried wolf, which made people sad and inexplicable. In an instant, it was crossed out by the three judges.

From the fourth place, there was a turnaround, a shaman took the stage and sang "The Most Dazzling Demon Style", I saw him singing and dancing, his god skirt fluttering, and his crazy figure was all over the audience. Many people in the stands couldn't help but stand up and sway to the rhythm.

In the Qingcheng camp, the little Taoist Luo Hengnian quietly poked his father, "Look at him, he doesn't look like the high priest Banza!" Luo Baiyan smiled and nodded. His smile cut through his thin face, like a scar torn on a preserved fruit, which was more ugly than crying. He thought in his heart, fortunately, Lao Tzu borrowed his son's light and returned to the world. What Ba Lao, Banza, Jing Qianchuan...... They are still serving in the "Tibetan Heaven". The eight-armed god king Ba Sipa, like the slave owner, simply did not treat people as human beings.

After the shaman's performance, Shi Zenxin and Geng Linna both gave the circle, and only Pastor Guo raised a cross. The reason is, "Cultivators worship saints and sages, how can they promote the demon race?" Shi Zen stopped doing it, pointed at Pastor Guo's nose and shouted, "What are you pretending to be? This is art! Do you understand art?" Pastor Guo was uncompromising, and crossed his arms coldly. Geng Linna was a woman, so she had to play the role of a peacemaker and tried her best to persuade the two to reconcile.

The host on the sidelines saw it and whispered to the chief director of the Mixed Yuan Music Workshop, "Damn, the effect is good! These guests are very hard-working." The director flicked his long hair rather conceitedly, "Of course." received my remuneration from the mixed yuan faction, and this little conflict scene still needs to be there. "After speaking, the walkie-talkie will be brought to the mouth," the fifth machine paid attention, deducing the close-up of the Zen heart, focusing on capturing the unconvinced expression. Also, the executive director in charge of the extras should pay attention, can you be more full of coaxing? Do you want to get mixed up? Be careful that I kill you with a thunderbolt!"

Then there were six or seven singing lovers with incomplete pentatonic sounds, torturing everyone's ears to the point of being full of meat and eight vegetarians. Finally, a contestant just took the stage and got a full house. This is a beautiful woman, beautiful is not like words - Shi Shiran floated down the stone platform and turned to face everyone, this face immediately caused a commotion. Nine out of ten men are men at the Crane Singing Festival, and most of them have never been married. The killing of a beautiful person of the opposite sex is very staggering.

The three hidden camera positions facing the contestants all trembled, and the cinematographers ignored the director's arrangement of the distance and near levels, and at the same time pushed straight to the close-up of the face. This, really, can't resist your looks......

There were not many people who were unmoved, and Zhi Zheng was one of them. He quietly tugged at the sleeve of a fat Taoist priest next to him, "Excuse me, didn't the schedule say that today is the 'Xiuzhen Girls' Modeling Show', and tomorrow is the 'Happy Scattered Cultivation Singing Competition'?" The fat Taoist stared at the "Fairy Gu" on the stage with good eyes, swallowing his saliva, "Don't ink." There is such a good-looking female Taoist friend on stage, what are the regrets? The styling show has been changed to tomorrow, saying that there are big names who have not arrived, and they have been temporarily adjusted. ”

The players on the field began to introduce themselves, "Hello everyone, I am Zhao Yiyi, the real person of Baihua Valley Furong. Today I will sing you a song "Treat Your Long Hair to Your Waist". ”

There weren't many opening remarks, and the singing immediately sounded-

Treat your long hair to your waist, follow me into the Tao, pull the green silk into a bun, and don't teach the red dust to disturb each other;

Wait for your long hair to reach your waist, drunk and lie in the sea of flowers to listen to Xiao, the breeze blows the snow, and the ancient resounding in the sky.

Drink a scoop of clear spring in the morning, stay in the green bamboo nest at night, the morning bell and the dusk drum sheng xiao, the heart of the Tao is often accompanied by no disturbance.

Persuade you not to be persistent, everything is fine as you like, wait for your long hair to reach your waist, and follow me into the Tao?

Treat your long hair to your waist, follow me into the Tao, the crane and the pine are companions, and I am free in my heart;

Treat your long hair to your waist, it's good to follow me into the Tao, Luo Yi has wide sleeves and green robes, look at my Chinese fairy appearance.

Treat your long hair to your waist, Pudu is the right way in the world, and you have no intention of flowers blooming and falling, and the scenery is unique here.

The singing voice is like a clear spring stone, sometimes murmuring, sometimes tactful. In a few moments, a trace of warbler cries tossed and turned in the sky, sliding from the clouds and falling into the world in an instant, as if flying freely among the blooming cherry blossom trees. Everyone who heard it was moved, forgetting her beauty for a while, slightly closing her eyes and slowly pitching back and forth with the melody, and unconsciously tapping the beat under her feet.

After a song, the aftermath circled around the waterfall and disappeared at the top of the cliff. Thousands of people in the stands were fascinated and couldn't extricate themselves. The Furong real person smiled, bowed slightly, got up and said, "This song is composed by the real person from the east of this sect." The words were written by myself, and all the Taoist friends laughed. ”

Everyone began to come to their senses, stood up one after another, and applauded desperately. The applause of various accents came and went, and even set off a wave of people, turning from one side of the stands to the other, and back again......

On the judges' seat, the two big men raised the hoop at the same time, and Shi Zenxin also stepped on the Nanmu chair, in order to press Guo Allen's head, and also to let the beauty look at herself more. Geng Linna, who was sitting in the middle, frowned, she was unhappy. The men in the stands, who had just cheered for her arrival, had all turned against her, and had fallen into the bosom of the real person of Furong, didn't they just have beautiful faces? The singing was really ordinary, and the words were quite "vulgar," and they were really unbearable! She resolutely raised her fork.

This immediately caused a commotion, and some people took the lead in shouting, "Champion! Champion...... "Champion" changed to ten, ten to hundred, and the whole audience began to chant for the champion. The popularity of public opinion is like a volcanic eruption.

In this chaos, no one noticed that a thin and small figure, at some point, left the stands alone, walked to the edge of the deep pool, jumped lightly, and landed on the stone platform.

This is a little girl who looks stunted, with fluffy hair growing in a mess, but she is clean. Looking like she was twelve or thirteen years old, she took Fleur's real hand and said sincerely, "What you sing is really good." It reminds me of the song my mother sang when I was a child......" The beautiful real person's heart moved, and he bent his knees and clasped her hand, and asked, "What is your mother's favorite song to sing?" "She left early, I can't remember the words, huh...... I can hum the tune out to you. Furong Zhenren was shocked by the words "she left early", and stroked the back of the little girl's hand with pity, encouraging her, "Come, stand in the center of the stage and close your eyes." Sing with your heart—"

Wen Congxin was the first to find Aya on the stage, and hurriedly poked Du Yuan's back, "Hey, little sister has gone up! Why are you doing it and don't look at her?" Du Yuan glanced at it, and also panicked, and took Red Sleeves' hand, "What's the situation? What should I do?" Red Sleeves smiled, "What are you panicking, this is not a fighting method, just singing." Aya can sing if she wants to, and it's good to sing loudly-" Zhang Liao patted his head in the back and said with a wry smile, "Not long ago, Aya was called 'little mute', and now she actually wants to sing loudly in front of the world's Daomen, this plot is really too reversed!"

At first, it was low and hoarse, like a bat stalking in the dark, dodging branches and cornices. Gradually, he flew out of the narrow alley, and suddenly turned into a mellow humming, like crying and complaining, like a lonely sail drifting in the heart of the river, without a word of lyrics, not even a word, just starting from the continuous "ah" sound, out of control.

This long and lingering "ah" sound, a thousand turns, stopped the noise of the audience, and thousands of people slowly sat down one by one, closed their eyes again, and let this melody full of picture sense soar at will with their thoughts.