The dark curtain has come, so the white red shadow in the sky is really eye-catching. The ground is illuminated by lanterns everywhere, just like daytime. It can be seen that the woman in red has toes trampled on the back of the swan, as light as a feather. The swan has not fallen heavily, and the red ribbons around her forsythia dance with the wind.

The buns were all tied up without leaving a trace of bangs, but the red stairs were decorated with tassels, and a few red silks fell spontaneously on their chests. A blood-red plum blossom between her eyebrows was magically blooming when she fell into the red drum. Even though her breasts were half exposed, this time it was no longer blasphemous. She did it so hard that people couldn't bear to defile it, because she was really like a peerless immortal at this moment.

A song played by the gourds sounded, and the white swans immediately dissipated and flew around Lianfeng. Then dozens of instruments played beautiful music at the same time. More than a dozen masters stood on the roofs around the lotus pond and used their internal strength to remove the gusts of wind and waves, blowing the beauty's clothes and sleeves.

Su Mengdie was sure that this was the most beautiful dance she had ever seen. Even modern people, she was stunned. Moreover, the song played by the gourd is so familiar, really so familiar, where have you heard it?

By the way, she remembered that in Xianyun Valley, she remembered that she heard this melody when she first went to Xianyun Valley.

But later she gave Qingge a pottery hammer. The sound of the gourd hammer was too stiff. The hole was drilled, which was only suitable for Hulusi. But this song was clearly played by Qingge, but she was sure that the person who played the song behind her was not Qingge, and the tone was wrong, but where did this song that no one knew came from?

Or, Qingge broke the pottery so he had to use a gourd? Qingge, is it you? But she couldn't see the person playing behind her.

"This song seems to have been talked about by our ancestors, saying that it was passed down from the Shenyu tribe two thousand years ago. And this dance seems to be the same. My great-grandfather said that the most exquisite dance in the world is this unparalleled one. It was compiled by a strange woman from the Shenyu tribe. The swan guided the way. Now I am lucky to see it. It's really worth my life!"

“Beauty is really beautiful!”

Su Mengdie pursed her lips. It was really the Shenyu tribe. It was Qingge, it must be Qingge, but what was wrong? Qingge's song was very feminine, but at this moment, it was more masculine, like a man playing it. If it weren't Qingge, wouldn't it be Qingge who survived the Shenyu tribe? There was one more?

Oh my God, no wonder Lian Qiao is good at light skills. Qingge once said that people from the Shenyu Tribe can really win this time?

Lian Qiao is already pretty, and her outfit is so beautiful that it can be described. In Su Mengdie's eyes, there is still no Qingge, but others have never seen Qingge. Then Lian Qiao is the immortal god who came to the world and her heart is beginning to be upset. It doesn't matter. Thousand-handed Guanyin is still one of the many treasures in China.

These ancient people believed in Buddhism and still had a chance of winning.

This time she really underestimated Lian Qiao, who is unparalleled in the world, and she deserves to be unparalleled in the world. She raises her hands and feet just right, her eyes are as charming as silk, and her eyebrows and eyes convey feelings, and men and women are fascinated by it. If Lian Qiao's heart is as beautiful as her appearance, she will not help but applaud her.

From a distance, the woman waving a ribbon and twisting slowly on the red drum, driving the ribbon that was rising from the sky. The background happened to be facing the full moon, and the swans circled around her. Such a refreshing scene made people forget their breathing and being able to see the fairyland in the sky in the world is a thousand years old.
Chapter completed!