Doomsday Pavilion

According to the face of the child, there is still a lining after the face is dropped, and the face can't be held without the lining.

Tens of thousands of people have been dyed into green grass. From a distance, it seems that the green area of ​​Qinshan Wushu School has suddenly expanded a lot. Dozens of waterwheels drove into the square for people to simply wash and rinse.

After a very sincere apology from the school, everyone laughed at each other, and it passed.

A person’s embarrassment is really embarrassing. When everyone is like this, there are two very famous explanations before the cataclysm. One is called Songkran and the other is called Carnival.

Even the most hypocritical and hardest to provoke in-service personnel of the scientific research institute on weekdays can't see the slightest dissatisfaction. This is the confidence of Qinshan Martial Arts School. Which father can guarantee that his little rabbit will not come to Qinshan for a while. ...Well, there is a special case in the base city, such as the one with the surname Zhao who can't afford it.

"Everyone Bai...ooh... it's everyone Bai who is on stage!"

"That's not right, isn't everyone the finale, why did you play early?"

The host’s voice was full of fanatical worship, “Today, our school is fortunate to invite everyone from Bai to present an excerpt from the ancient song Peony Pavilion for you. It’s a dream.”

I saw Bai Suren wearing a plain white ink and wash embroidered shawl, a pink stand-up collar embroidered shirt, a white background bluegrass pattern embroidered horse skirt, a large bun, a long green braid hanging behind his head, and a net on the bun. Zihua, full of precious light shimmering, all kinds of diamonds and gemstones are inlaid on it, and the halves of grass flowers are separated by the digging of Fei Cui ears, and the peach of Xiaofeng is upside down.

Then there were hairpins, hairpins, step yao, tanzi scattered on the hair, shaking slightly.

Just this side of the face, I can see everyone present is speechless, almost covering all materials such as stone, bamboo, jade, bone, gold, silver, shell, agate, amber, diamonds, and even a little bit of diamond-like dust. The high rank source crystal.

People say that every step has a weeping pearl, and every step is shaking.

Bai Suren floated on stage like a light cloud. In addition, the wind in the open air never stopped, and Zhu Cui made no sound at all, until she stood back in the center of the stage and gently took a voice. Only then did the tassel beads emit a long and crisp sound.

A voice seemed to sigh,

"Women in the world are sentimental, they would rather be like Du Li Niang!"

"Dream of a person is sick, and sickness is even ill. It is described as hand-painted, and it is passed on to the world and then died."

The voice was so light that it caught in your ears, like a breeze blowing on your face, and like snowflakes in June, disappearing in a flash.

"Hey, I finally heard everyone's Peony Pavilion again..."

"Why doesn't this chanter come on stage?"

"There is a tone and a tone, just a few utterances, it's a worthwhile trip!"

"Ignorance, this utterance is the ability of everyone in the ventral language of Bai Bai. I don't know it?"

Chanting again,

"Love doesn't know where it started, but goes deeper"

"The living can die, and the death can live"

"Those who cannot live and die, or die but cannot be resurrected, are not in love."

In just a few words, they led everyone into a distant place they had never reached before.

Bai Su Ren opened his mouth slightly and sang,

"The dream returns to Yingbo, the chaos is full of years, and the man sets up a small courtyard."

Lin Chou took a breath, this...

As soon as the singing went on, Wan Lai was quiet, and it seemed that even the wind had died down, only the voiceless singing was subtle and tactful.

Somewhere in the audience, Zhao Ziyu and Si Kong were sitting together. Yes, there were two carefully carved chairs made of nephrite that were warm in winter and cool in summer.

There were fifty bodyguards who had the lowest and second-tier bodyguards, and they had a shadow for them.

On the stage, deep and lingering tunes sang repeatedly.

In the audience, Sikong's eyes were already empty and his mouth opened.

"If the one above is not a white veteran, I think this young master is already in love..."

Zhao Ziyu drank the cold salt soda, curled his mouth, and narrowed his eyes.

"The shriveled and shriveled like a bean sprout, what's to behold, um... This Young Master likes the mature and beautiful Big sis of Qingyu sister, wow, the mountains are high and the road is far away, and I still need to look forward to it. Powerful exploration is."

Sikong disdain, "You are seriously lack of maternal love, this is a disease, you can cure it!"

Bai Suren's singing reverberated throughout the Qin Mountain, and beautiful red or green birds flew down the canopy one after another, not afraid of people, step by step cautiously approaching the stage.

The reverberation around the beam, hundreds of birds come to face.

"Night days, beautiful scenery, no matter what the sky, who's family is delighted to do!"

With a low voice, a picturesque woman appeared in front of people, and Du Liniang, who was hurting and pitying herself, was talking to her.

The beautiful, long-lasting, deeply emotional melody complements the sorrowful and sad emotions, and the straight singing makes the mouth fragrant.

After the song, Bai Suren tumbled, his eyes wandering back towards the stage, the corners of his mouth swelled, but no sound came out.

Sikong murmured, "I was surprised that Acacia did not show up, because it had penetrated the bone."

"Sikong, what are you talking about?" Zhao Ziyu asked in surprise.

Sikong said in a low voice, "She said that she was surprised that lovesickness was not revealed because it penetrates the bone."

Zhao Ziyu scratched his head, "God is talking, I don't understand..."

Sikong sighed, "Since ancient times, passionate women hate freely, and the world is full of damn big bosses like you. Even though there are so many styles, who would you tell me?!"

"Cut!" Zhao Ziyu was very disdainful.

"First of all, you are talking about the vacant hatred who is full of style and style."

Zhao Ziyu pointed to the stage,

"If it's a man or a woman, you can tell me clearly first!"

Sikong dumbfounded.

Here, Lin Chou also had to express his admiration for Bai Suren’s singing skills, although the gender boundaries are very blurred...

But truly talented people are absolutely worthy of respect, and there is no problem in saying nothing.

"It's the first time Boss Lin listened to everyone's chants?"

Lin Chou nodded and looked at Qin Wuyong who was talking...

It seems that there are a lot of people surnamed Qin in the base city.

Qin Wuyong smiled and fiddled with the recorder type III in his hand.

"Everybody Bai once sang the Peony Pavilion fifty-five times at the venue for the bicentennial of the establishment of the base city. At that time, everyone was still a very small girl and couldn't walk steadily... The whole venue was filled with various birds and animals, dancing to the melody, everyone sang, and fainted to the ground. These animals and birds did not allow anyone to approach. They spread their wings to cover the pergola. The magic plant fruit was fed to everyone Bai for three days. It wasn't until everyone woke up safely that the flying birds gradually dispersed. The bright light made a sensation and became a legend."

There is such a thing? This is the mythical version of Mingguang Legend?

"Boss Lin doesn't believe it?"

Lin Chou nodded.

Qin Wuyong said, "I don't believe it either!"

"..."

Shan Ye leaned his neck on the stove, and suddenly woke up and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

"Um...what's the situation?...hoo, finished singing? It's so good!"

Xia Yu curled his lips, "Is your old man awake?"

Shan Ye's eyes are like caring for orphan children begging along the street, "Daddy is not intoxicated by others. Daddy is immersed in the profound artistic conception of music, intoxicated!"

"..."

There is such a brazen person!

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