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Of course, a dark cloud did not actually appear on the high platform, but the dancers’ clothes, skirts, wide sleeves, black silk, etc., flew and spread out to form its shape.
However, what is even more valuable is that the vast meaning of the dark clouds, which is overwhelming all directions and fortified like a fortified city, can be presented between the cramped buildings. If not for the control of light and space, it has reached the pinnacle. The realm of the audience infinitely narrows the boundaries of the audience’s perception. How can it achieve such an amazing effect?
The monks who were worried about Chen Longchuan’s injury before felt like they were given a slap in the face, their minds were clear, and they quickly fell into the dark clouds of the fortress.
The lights on the four walls are swaying and dimming alternately, just like a strong wind blowing and a storm is coming.
The wind really started blowing in the building. It was the breeze blowing by the dancers’ skirts and sleeves. It wasn’t big at all. But at this moment, the woman dancing on the high platform waved her sleeves and spread them on both sides. It’s like changing scenery as you move forward, with a pure and pure appearance coming to your face.
The dancer did not hesitate to show off her beauty. However, Yu Ci couldn’t help but wonder how many people had clearly seen and remembered her beauty.
The radiant look in her eyes is like electric fire dancing in the dark clouds, or like a **** glaring at the clouds. It should not be the eyes of a dancer performing a show to entertain guests. , so that the fragrant wind flying under her skirt became harsh and cold, blowing on her face like a knife, with sharp energy.
The next moment, before the monks almost instinctively became alert, the beauty was dancing, her wide sleeves concealing her face, her radiant face, and her unique eyes, disappearing and appearing, which was originally a move to tease people’s hearts. However, the impact was relieved. Under the sudden pressure reduction, some people couldn’t help but let out a long sigh. For a while, the sound of gasping was heard upstairs and downstairs, which was spectacular.
Zhu Baitu exclaimed: “This is…”
Maybe he wanted to say something like “This is Lu Erniang’s dance”, but he only said half of it before he was captured by the dance again, which completely activated his previous thoughts.
On the high platform, following the whirling dance, the dance suddenly became passionate and unrestrained. However, the pure black skirt seemed to spread the darkness endlessly, and the dim and swaying lights in the building encouraged this. In this situation, almost everyone has fallen into darkness, and their ears and eyes have been blinded by it. Only on the high platform, the core of darkness still has unparalleled attraction.
Because of this, everyone’s feelings are distorted.
When the dancer danced freely, they were also eager to move; when the dancer lay still, they held their breath and kept quiet; when the dancer leaned, people even gave birth to this building, this city, this It feels like the earth is tilting.
Yu Ci took a long breath. At this moment, how many people thought of the catastrophe that was raging not far away?
At this time, people saw the face of the dancer again. She seemed to be smiling but not smiling. She had an inexplicable emotion that people couldn’t help but explore.
The results of the investigation seemed not to be what they wanted.
I don’t know who beat the drum, and everyone’s hearts jumped. They could hardly distinguish the difference between the drum sound and the heartbeat. There was an invisible hand grabbing the heart, which woke them up again. Unknowingly, , the dark clouds stirred up by the dancer are already weighing on my heart.
Some people suddenly realized that it was fear!
Lu Erniang’s dance actually incorporated the meaning of the catastrophe outside the city, directly touching the fear of the catastrophe in people’s hearts, just like a sharp knife, piercing… When it comes to the heart, it stirs with force.
I don’t know how many people are feeling heart-wrenching pain at this moment.
Yu Ci suddenly woke up, as if there was a storm at the intersection of form and spirit. All kinds of emotions and thoughts were intertwined and complicated, but there was also a kind of hopeless beauty.
I am really confused… He is like this, let alone others? Even Duanmu Senqiu, who was sitting at the same table, was also in a trance. He looked at the high platform, raised his glass and even forgot to drink it.
He shook his head helplessly, convinced that Lu Erniang was worthy of “everyone’s” achievements. But this achievement is too amazing.
Even Chen Longchuan…is no exception?
He glanced over and saw that the Sword Immortal in the main seat was also fascinated, but he never stopped pouring wine into his throat, one cup after another, without any spillage. .
Is there something different after all?
The drums were rumbling, and the light in the building was almost extinguished. Someone screamed, which was like a trigger, exploding the power that was suppressing people’s hearts. There was a commotion in the building. .
You won’t stop until you shock the four of them?
As long as the thought lasts, there is a bright brilliance, tearing through the darkness!
On the main seat, Chen Longchuan drew his sword and cut the table case hard. There was a roar and the case fell apart.
All the monks in the building were in a daze, not knowing whether to continue watching the dance or look over there.
Chen Longchuan smiled silently, flicked his sword with his fingers, and sang in a low voice amidst the clang:
“Raise your head…the floating clouds in the northwest!”
Obviously, Chen Longchuan was not very good at singing. His tune was unclear, his voice was hoarse, and there was a slight vibrato, but the hoarse remnants of his voice were like the vast sand in the wind, pouring down from the bottom of his heart.
The chant of the sword was about to stop, and the lingering sound was about to disappear. Chen Longchuan’s eyes were focused on the sword, but there was nothing to say.
When most people were at a loss and didn’t know what they meant, someone suddenly stood up, wearing a robe and a crown, but it was Peng Suo. He was also in the building tonight. For some reason, his golden eyes turned red, almost red. There is a tendency to become furious. Then he drew his sword and slit his throat and sang, Yun Lei worked hard:
“A long sword must be used to rely on the sky for thousands of miles!”
Just like a thunderbolt, all the sword cultivators in the building who belonged to Jian Lun Xuan woke up from their sleep. Almost instinctively, they drew their swords to fight with each other. The swords glowed like snow and roared all over the building:
“Raise your head to the floating clouds in the northwest, and you must have a long sword to rely on the sky thousands of miles away!”
The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and the sword intentions were clashing with each other. The rest of the people in the building were all pale, and they didn’t know what kind of madness these swordsmen had.
Chen Longchuan sat alone on one floor. On the high platform below, Xuanshang was flying, and the lights were dim, but still the same. The heavy darkness, hesitating and surrounding this person, is about to pounce but has not yet pounced. It is particularly memorable that this person, even though he is a swordsman, is still in pain.
The whole building was silent for a while, but he seemed to be completely unaware of the excitement of the swordsman in the building as he was silently singing:
“People say that this place is where we see each other late at night and the glory of bullfights.”
Taking it literally, it seems to be praising the swordsmen for their high spirits? Although the words are good, the situation in this scene is really weird and unique, and it seems to have the meaning of unresolved depression.
As expected, the next sentence is cold and lonely, which is very different from the previous sentence: “I feel that the mountains are high, the lake is cold and the water is cold, and the moon and stars are pale. When I look down at the rhinoceros, I lean on the railing but I am afraid… but I am afraid!”
The singing suddenly stopped, and people went to look inexplicably, but they were shocked to see that this Sword Immortal had lost his mind and was crying:
“The wind and thunder are angry, and the fish and dragons are miserable.”
While Yu Ci was stunned, she heard Zhu Baitu murmur around him: “It’s Jiaxuan’s Ci… Is this the scene when Jiaxuan and Longchuan sang in harmony?”