Revelation of the Heavens

Updated: 2013-01-21

At six o'clock, Yunao City shook, and all the pavilion masters of Fengyao Pavilion arrived in the city and entered the city in a hurry. Immediately afterwards, Tianmo Meiji and all the peerless and enchanting statues also entered together, gathering in large numbers and busy preparing.

"Yiyi, hurry up and get ready, otherwise it will be too late." A charming and natural woman stepped in front of this woman, she was the Pavilion Master of the Blood Prison City, in terms of appearance and posture, she was no less than this Pavilion Master. Guan Su Yiyi sighed in thought, and patted the woman's left shoulder with his hand.

"Oh!" Su Yiyi nodded blankly, got up, took off her extra clothes, took a bath, her eyes were slightly closed, her mind was full of thoughts, and she didn't know what to remember.

At seven o'clock, Xiaoyu frowned, and asked Hong'er, who was serving her beside her, "Is it alright?"

"Returning to my lord, it's almost time. Sanjue needs careful preparations. My lord suddenly asked for a performance. It's really too late. Please be tolerant." Begging for tolerance, as for how much time is allowed, it depends on the preparations below.

"Really!" Xiaoyu glanced at the three demon princes who hadn't had their fill of fun, and stopped talking and waited quietly.

For eight hours, without a moment's delay, and without a moment's advance, a voluptuous figure called out all the beauties here, only the distinguished guests were here, and immediately, she also came out with her head bowed, and the scene was a little cold.

The 81 Heavenly Demon and Mei Ji entered with Qingwu, the bells trembled slightly at the wrists and ankles, like ringing but not ringing, dreamlike, pointing directly at the heart, there was no distinction between the sound, and there was no difference in strength or weakness. Take a step forward, concentric waves, and merge into one.

Nine is a series, representing the great luck of heaven, and the group of 81 Rakshasa demons is the flawless dance, which is called unparalleled in the world. Even the glance of will is completely the same.

The ringing of the bells on the wrists and feet is finished, the singing and dancing begins, the flowers are held up, the wind and the shadow are caught, and the moon is concentric. From breathing to the sound of the song, everything is as natural as the elves in the world, releasing the surging artistic conception, vitality, and spreading the magnificence .

Every step, every change, will sublimate the will, graceful like a butterfly garment, flying like a bird, graceful like a phoenix dance, luxurious like a green luan, vicissitudes like a jackdaw, every breath, showing the vitality of the heavens, beautiful like a dream , Yearning is like the wind, and disillusionment is like empty space. All these present a cycle, flowers bloom and fall, and the origin and disappearance.

The fiery dance that has reached the extreme has surpassed the shackles, releasing the last turbulent waves, and the last life. Every demon and mistress is like a fairy who has fallen into the world. withered.

Xiaoyu is so dizzy that he can't even sigh. This is no longer a dance, but a kind of intention, a peak posture that shows the beauty of the world and is difficult to surpass. After seeing this dance, everything becomes empty, even if the emperor comes here Will be addicted to it too.

Release the raging waves of vitality, and in the attic, the four seasons of the earth begin to change. The demon and Meiji should respond to the earth, the environment, the color, the state of mind, the harmony, the opportunity, the original intention, the brilliance, and the concentricity, and dissolve their habitats into one. In the dance, there is no rush of tones, but there are Google empty alleys, and there is no warm applause, but there is no time for beauty.

The four seasons are gone, and there will be waves again, and the opposites and harmonies will bring incomparable attitudes, holy to charming, masculine to soft, light to heavy, and everything in the pavilion is completely abandoned. Here, there is only dance, only The beating elves have only one fiery heart.

Completely forgetting herself, the five people present had already put aside all distracting thoughts, worries, troubles and schemes, and listened and stared naturally, unwilling to miss this feast. Xiang Yuer's expression was demented. Only at this moment did she know what a real dance is. The celestial devil's neon clothes can turn all living beings upside down, a dance can make a hundred flowers pale, the sun and the moon are dimmed, and even the gods are ignorant of it. This is truly unparalleled and unsurpassed.

For a whole hour, after dancing, the 81 celestial demons and beauties showed their final smiles. Whether it was helplessness or sadness, the only beauty began to shatter, just like a dream has become the past, and the sky full of stars came, making Xiaoyu stand growl.

"No!" After saying that, the Dharma hand stretched out and grabbed it forward, only holding a little bit of starlight, emitting a little bit of firefly light, the 81 enchanting lives were dying, but the final pure and liberated, helpless and sad smile.

No matter how hard it is to calm down, for a dance, they sacrificed their lives. Is this the true meaning of this dance!I have worked hard all my life and paid too much, just to release the last life force, complete the end, and die with the wind. I don't even have time to watch and listen to applause and praise.

"It's so cruel!" Xiang Yu'er's eyes were already blurred with tears. It turned out that dancing can make people go from joy to sadness in just a moment, and this dance is something she will never forget.

The three sons, Yun Hong had already known the ending, she shook her head and sighed, the second time, she was still so sad and incomprehensible, Yun Jiang's face was sullen, regretful, and more ferocious, Yun Tao's face was dignified, this dance made them linger Unforgettable, or brutally sullen, it's hard to tell.

"My lord, you are satisfied. The Heavenly Demon Clothes Dance is called unparalleled in the world!" Just as the stars in the sky collapsed and disappeared, a shadow stepped into this place and spoke lightly.

"Unparalleled in the world, truly unparalleled in the world, there is no dance that can compare with it, and I will have no regrets if I can see this dance in my life!" Staring at the enchanting demon statue standing in front of me, I can't deny it, and I dare not deny it, this dance is real. It is unique, even if it violates the Dao Heart, it is difficult to pick out half of the flaws.

"Since the young master is satisfied, then the pavilion master will play a song for you next." The woman nodded when she heard Xiaoyu's evaluation, and walked out. After half an hour, the turmoil in her heart gradually calmed down, Su Yiyi Grab your lyre and head in here.

The hair on the sideburns is loose, the face is solemn, the whole body is lightly wrapped in tulle, and the mood is neither sad nor happy. He puts down the qin lightly, flicks the dreamy sleeve robe of Liuli lightly, hooks the strings of the qin with his index finger, and plucks it out.

The syllables of the seven rhythms beating, popping out the mountains, rivers, waters, poetic and picturesque, the seven strings are intoxicated, playing ups and downs, picking up the blue sky, every time you pluck, the tone goes deep into the heart of the Tao, completes the shortcomings, heals the wounds of the past Calm, soft and passionate, the will and soul are gradually leaving the body, and the joy is rippling here, playing and having fun, forgetting about it.

Xiaoyu's eyes are hazy, his mind is separated from his body, his soul is separated, his fairy body falls into the gate of reincarnation, and he begins to dream back to his childhood, mother, father, wife's subordinates, respect and dignity disappeared, reshaped in his thoughts, this is a perfect and graceful Dreams, yellow beams for a moment, a thousand years have passed.

In reshaping the reincarnation, Xiaoyu practiced martial arts at a young age, his family background is prominent, handsome, his father is kind and his son is filial, all negative sins, murderous hearts, and scheming are far away. The dead parents have extended their lives for thousands of years, and they have always been consistent, respecting their subordinates as ministers, and all enemies as generals. The blue picture outlined has no flaws or regrets.

The sound of the lyre brings the ren jian in the sky, reshaping it to perfection, and the life in the music has no beginning and no end, just as new as one.

"Zi!" When everything returned to calm, a slight ear-piercing sound came, and Xiaoyu suddenly opened his eyes. At some point, he was already lying on his side, dripping with cold sweat in his heart. On the road, pale, breathless, frowning, recalling the sound of the reincarnation piano, still in the ear, and the identity in the dream is still clear.

Xiang Yu'er is the most crazy, she actually confuses dreams with reality, muttering to herself, distracted, the three young masters are all very excited, singing and dancing naked naked, with wretched movements, hugging the fairy chair and fairy table in front of her After a while of fumbling and scratching, I don't know what filthy things I did in my dream. When I woke up, I was so ashamed that I couldn't bear it.

"This song is called Samsara Yiman, I wonder if you can be satisfied?" After a long break, Su Yiyi managed to stand up, saluted and opened her mouth.

To be honest, today is the day of Cao-Dan, and this [-] words is the most edited in history, at least [-] words have been deleted, hey!I can't tolerate flaws more and more, and I don't know why. Is it really rewarding to write novels as my own son and daughter? . .