Emperor of the Tang Dynasty

As Tang Kele entered the field, he pulled his right hand to his chest, and the five hundred sergeants at the back pulled him to his chest at the same time, acting as if someone were directing him.

That pose was extremely graceful, and was Jackson's standard action when he came out.

The costumes and movements are unified, the poses are beautiful, and together with the shocking music, the effect is increased by geometric multiples!

People say that beautiful art transcends national borders. Now it seems that beautiful art that truly shocks people can even transcend time and space!

"Tang Kele...Tan Kele...!"

The audience suddenly burst into thunderous shouts.

The crowd moved forward like crazy, and the railings around the center of the performance venue were crowded and rattled, but fortunately some soldiers resisted it.

Tang Kele put two fingers to his mouth, then waved to the crowd, shouting loudly, "ILOVEYOU!"

He himself didn't know what this action and those words meant, he just did it according to Li You's arrangement.

Of course no one understood this, but the thousands of spectators who were aroused immediately followed suit. They stretched out two fingers and waved it to their mouths. At the same time, they learned to shout like thunder: "ILOVEYOU!"

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It seems that this ignorant word is cool and interesting.

Of course, Li You wouldn't tell anyone what he meant, and he would be wrong as soon as he said it. After all, this era is closed, and he will not be allowed to say "I love you" everywhere.

Sartre was very excited and shouted along with everyone: "Tang Kele! ILOVEYOU!"

It's an indulgence, thousands of people are immersed in a kind of extreme excitement, at this time in everyone's mind all the unhappiness of life is forgotten, all is only now.

The more Sartre cried, the more excited he became. Seeing that there were some female audience around, he also learned to yell at them: "ILOEVYOU!"

The female audience also screamed at them, and for a moment this sentence became the symbol of today's concert.

As the music sounded, Tang Kele started the dance steps he learned from Li Youna.

And it is Lin Yilian's "Crazy", an absolutely powerful song.

No one knew what he meant or understood, but they were all amazed at the charm of that song.

Indeed, the contagion of modern pop music is beyond their imagination.

As the Tangke music and dance steps sounded, dozens of thousands of spectators kept shaking, swaying left and right!

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Chapter 839 The residence of the gods (fifth more)

In the north of the city of Luosei, there is a cuckoo village.

Sartre got up early in the morning and rushed to the mountainside behind the village, where it was facing the east and could see the sunrise in the morning.

But the important thing is that there is a flat land here, which is very empty.

As soon as Sartre arrived at Pingdi, he saw four or five people standing there in a daze.

"Apol, why didn't you go pasture today?"

Apoule is a strong young man in his twenties. Seeing Sartre, he grinned and said, "How much money is grazing worth a year now? Isn't your family planning to cultivate the land?"

"Yeah, so we will never move again. The Han people are willing to teach us, and the seeds have been sent. This is better than begging for a living."

Another young man's face was heavy: "Why do you feel that the Han people are still living a good life? No wonder we can't beat him for "four, two, three". We should learn the strengths of others."

A young girl pouted: "What are you talking about, do you still want to practice?"

"Sartre saw it yesterday. You came to teach us how to do this dance?"

Sartre said with a smile: "So you are in a daze because you haven't learned it yet."

The girl's name was Asue, she pulled Sartre and shouted, "ILOVEYOU!"

Sartre called out, and everyone laughed.

"I want to go to Chang'an!"

Everyone was taken aback, and immediately understood her intentions. If you want to learn that dance step, you must be a teacher. This kind of imitation is really impossible to learn.

Sartre and the others learned to walk a few steps, always without the demeanor and randomness of Tang Kele.

"This kind of footwork is weird. It looks like walking forward, but in fact it is retreating. I don't know how Tang Kele did it?" Sutter grumbled.

"I heard that he was also taught by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Tang."

A Xue practiced for a while, but always got nowhere. She sat down on a piece of bluestone in a fit of anger: "We can't even learn this dance step. You men are smart enough to think of a way."

Sartre pondered for a while, and said, "Now no one dances our folk dances every night. We all learn Tangke music... I think it's better for us to go to Chang'an together. Do you think so?"

"ILOVEYOU!"

"Yes! Go to ILOVEYOU"

Apol's eyes lit up, and when he heard this idea, he suddenly thought of a better thing.

"We go to Chang'an to study, and after we come back, we can set up a song and dance troupe like the Han people and perform everywhere. What do you think?"

Sartre said in surprise: "We can make money!"

"Correct!"