Lord of the Desert

Chapter 235
Tingting emerald green cover, full of plain dimples;
The wonderful dance follows the skirt, and the clear song enters the river.

There are a full range of pad performances, including singing, dancing and instrumental music, as well as some acrobatics and magic tricks.

So it was another half an hour.

When the dinner party took eight minutes and the guests inevitably had some alcohol on their minds, the flower appreciation meeting finally got to the point.

The silk and bamboo team withdrew, and drums were erected on both wings.

The first Huayin took small steps to the stage with a pipa inlaid with gold.

"Tongfenglou, every dream."

A woman in a yellow dress stands in Taichung, holding a pipa and bowing to three sides.

Like everyone else, Hong Fan stopped his cup and chopsticks and stared at her.

If you want to describe it politely, you can naturally write a description like "narrow sleeves are light, warm and crisp".

Shrunk down to one sentence, it is probably Zheng Fuqu who has a more slender figure and more delicate makeup.

Beauty is beauty, but it is only beauty.

Standing in the eyes of hundreds of pairs, Fengmeng nodded slightly to the opposite side, breathed evenly, hung the pipa in the air with both hands, and bent his right leg to rest on his left knee.

Then she sat down in the air.

A long silence.

Everyone waited with bated breath, but they couldn't wait for the opening.

Until the mood gradually changed from curiosity, nervousness, and anxiety to a little bit of anger, Fengmeng suddenly plucked the strings.

The silk string is separated from the fingers, and four vibrations are simultaneously performed, namely horizontal, vertical, torsional, and frequency multiplication, with a clang sound.

This sound is amplified by the resonance of the piano box, mixed with the natural overtones of the rosewood sound column, and diffused into the atmosphere like a tide.

Shocked.

Hong Fan suffocated suddenly.

He immediately realized that the stunning woman downstairs was a warrior.

Not a weak warrior.

The sound of the pipa is like pearls and jade falling on the plate eagerly, and the pieces are connected and distinct.

For a moment, there seemed to be wind and thunder stirring in the building, ignoring the partition of the screen, and casting the four corridors into one.

On both sides of the stage, heavy hammers beat drums.

Fengmeng lowered her right leg and began to dance.

Spin, span, stretch...

Her range of movement is huge, but the pipa sound is not chaotic at all when the skirt is flipped.

With a cup of tea, the performance came to the end.

Fengmeng's steps became quicker and her fingering became sharper, and finally she jumped out of her hips and put the pipa behind her shoulders, fluttering like a celestial maiden riding the wind.

The sound of the four strings is like cracking silk.

The woman landed and turned around, her posture frozen.

The breath that was taken away by everyone returned at this moment.

The applause was like thunder, and the cheers were like rain.

Fengmeng saluted and stepped down.

The second Huayin came up.

Wearing a plain white long dress and wearing a silver hairpin, he is as tall as a man, but he is extraordinarily thin.

"Qixiaju, get drunk."

She saluted on three sides and said.

The voice was obviously very soft, but everyone in the audience could hear it clearly, and there were heavy echoes among the buildings on three sides.

The echo faded away.

A chime sounded continuously.

Humming like yarn, covering the universe.

Ting Zuiyu speaks at this time.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, what came out of her throat was an extremely deep and deep sound.

It seems that in the extremely low part of the world, between the blazing ground fires, magma bubbles spew out.

The tone continued to sink, almost to an uncomfortable level.

Hong Fan was thirsty and picked up the wine glass.

At this moment, Ting Zui burst out a second voice.

Light and sharp.

Like a ray of white light shining from the sky in the abyss of the sword cliff

The world reopens and the world turns.

"Ten years of planting wood, one year of planting grain..."

"Wake up to the bright moon, wake up to the breeze."

The melodious melody captured everyone's soul.

One person sings with two voices, Hong Fan has heard it in his previous life, and his name is Humai.

The singer makes the breath hit the vocal cords violently, and makes a thick bubble sound, forming the bass part, and then skillfully adjusts the oral resonance, strengthens the concentrated overtone, and sings a transparent, clear, metallic high-pitched part.

But the expressiveness of getting drunk is on another level entirely.

Her voice is so three-dimensional and so rich.

Between the eaves of the building, it seems that there are high mountains rising and trenches sinking.

The vastness of the whole world is presented within the narrow listening distance from the left ear to the right ear.

"How many times in the past and present,
Living in luxury houses, scattered hills.

Don't get drunk..."

The song is over.

Most people didn't even notice the show was over.

Until another chime sounded.

Only then did Hong Fan realize that Ting Zui had left the stage at some point, and he was still holding a wine glass in his hand.

The cup is empty.

I don't know if there is no wine in it, or he has already drank it all.

"Hey, no wonder you have to wait until the table is finished before inviting the three of you out."

Yan Yulin sighed, and spat out the deer Zhi that he had bitten a few times in his mouth.

"It's tasteless."

While whispering, all the guests looked down, but they couldn't see the last Huayin coming out.

Just when it was strange, a laugh rose from above.

"Mingyue Tower, Fengxu..."

The sound of silk and bamboo suddenly rose.

A silver dragon descended from the sky.

Hong Fan looked up and saw a woman in a red dress holding two swords and stepping on the cornice with her bare feet, running down lightly.

From the fourth floor of the left wing building to the third floor of the main building.

Then he folded his body and jumped, stretched his waist, floated five zhang away, and landed on the stage.

Cover your face with your sleeves, stand on your tiptoes, and freeze for a short time.

It is enough for everyone to see the two colors of "red skirt and white feet".

The two swords were soaked in moonlight, and they slashed fiercely.

Like mercury pouring down the ground, like a breeze returning snow.

After a sword dance ended, Feng Xu turned around and threw a throw.

With a clicking sound, the long sword was accurately shot into the scabbard hanging under the eaves three feet away.

False blows with both arms, unfolding the water sleeves.

With a touch on the waist, the silver bell was shaken off.

The bright and charming laughter pierced into the ears of the guests and nestled in the eardrums.

The wind blows up the pace.

The wind chimes tied to her body began to ring.

At some point, several half-foot-long planks were pushed out from each floor of the three buildings.

Crossing the water of the Taijiang River, Fengxu stepped on the steps, leaped, circled and galloped.

The lights were shining brightly.

But the handful of crimson flames leaping and dancing between the corners of the building are even more eye-catching.

Turning around the main building, Feng Xu galloped towards the third floor on the right wing.

Just when Hong Fan thought she was about to crash into the banquet, a snow-white bare foot poked out from under the red skirt, stepped on the railing, turned and turned away.

People are far away.

The ringtone, aroma, and warm laughter all come to your face and stay lingering.

Fang Ying disappeared in a flash, hooking away Lu Yunshi's soul.

For the first time, Hong Fan understood that voices can also have colors.

Between the double buildings, the sound of bells and laughter turned and burned.

At this moment, it is red.

In the end, Feng Xu jumped out from the fourth floor of the right wing.

The two floors are far apart.

Just as the red dress was falling, the water sleeves were raised from both sides and tied in the air on the roof of the building, on a rope that was dyed black and barely visible.

Using this force, Piaoying secretly crossed under the moon and disappeared in the other wing.

The sound of silk and bamboo is broken.

Quiet.

silence.

The silence audible as a needle drops.

After a while, Hong Fan was the first to come back to his senses.

Just talking about static, Fengxu's beauty is not more beautiful than dreaming and listening drunk.

After the dance was over, the thing that imprinted the deepest on everyone's hearts was the long fire-colored dress that fluttered in the air.

As for the pretty face looming behind Zhang Yang's popularity, the more I think about it, the more it fades away.

The more it is diluted, the more indescribable it is.

"Is this something you can watch at 80 taels?"

He sighed.

PS: The lyrics of Tingzui are adapted from Yuan Haowen's "The Moon is Full: Shigeoka has been separated from the world of mortals".

I guess many readers find Hua Yin's performance a bit boring.

But I really spent a lot of effort to search for information, design, describe, and weigh the details, so that I really want to see the performance I wrote.

How should I put it, I know that this thing is thankless, but I still don't want to write about it.

At the heart of the book, of course, is the story.

But the real feeling of the world in the book often comes from these "what's not".

(End of this chapter)