Gu Huiyan didn't expect that his apprentice would give him such a big surprise.
He also looked stiff for a while, and then he said in a daze: "Old brother, you see that Wu and Wu have the same pronunciation. Our Daxia classical dance evolved from martial arts."
"Look at the fight scenes in "The Heroine of the Kingdom", she did all the fights herself, that's why my apprentice can dance so well."
Mr. Qi: "...That's not what you said at first."
It is clearly mentioned that Si Fuqing has a martial arts background, so his movements will not be as graceful and soft as those of a dancer.
Gu Huiyan said confidently: "What did I say at the beginning? Why don't I remember? Look at my apprentice's stage, it's awesome!"
Mr. Qi finally chose not to argue with Gu Huiyan.
"Boom, boom!"
"clank--"
Inside the synagogue
Dozens of backflips in succession,
Many people in the audience had already stood up and shouted excitedly.
【What are they shouting? I can’t understand.】
[The foreigners are calling Qingqing to teach them Daxia Kungfu.]
[Alas, originally we could conceal the fact that we are a great country cultivating immortals, but now it has been exposed all at once.]
[This is a secret that Daxia has not spread to others. You are not of my race and cannot learn it, so just give up!]
Not surprisingly, Si Fuqing still won the first place in the preliminaries and went straight to the finals.
Sang Yanqing finally breathed a sigh of relief and thoughtfully handed over water and towels: "Qingqing, take a rest."
Si Fu poured down a glass of water and squeezed his shoulders: "I still didn't dance well in the next section."
Indeed, as Sang Yanqing said, her muscle memory is more about fighting and killing skills.
Martial arts and dance do have some similarities, but in reality they are quite different.
Previously, she almost lost control and broke the drum with Bai Ling.
Fortunately, I pulled back my strength in time and stabilized myself.
"I have confidence now." Sang Yan smiled clearly, "I really can't underestimate you."
Si Fuqing was silent for a moment: "I have been practicing for a long time."
It has been a difficult time for Guigu to become a disciple for three hundred years.
But it also completely calmed her down.
Having more skills will never overwhelm you.
Sang Yanqing suddenly said: "Hey!"
Si Fuqing raised his head: "What's wrong?"
"Fortunately, there is no cooking competition." Sang Yanqing said, "Otherwise we could just go home."
Si Fuqing: "..."
Even if the black-hearted monster bullies her, why does the manager do this too?!
What a cruel world.
**
This international art competition has many projects, involves a wide range of people, and the competition lasts for two months.
Si Fuqing was in the living room adjusting the piano given to her by the Lord of Ghost Valley.
"Your Majesty." At this time, Mo Yanwen walked in with Xishang and Feng San, "I wonder what important matter your Majesty has brought me to."
Yu Xiheng put down the document in his hand and nodded slightly: "Look at this piano."
"It's a very good piano." Mo Yanwen couldn't help but praise, "The Phoenix Tail Qin is far inferior to this piano."
He is also obsessed with music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and cherishes traditional musical instruments such as the guzheng.
"Yes." Yu Xiheng propped his head, "I would like to ask Yan Wen to transform this piano into a hidden weapon."
Mo Yanwen was surprised for a few seconds, but soon laughed: "Your Majesty, you're welcome, the Mo family already has similar hidden weapons."
"I asked people to bring all the tools today, so I can modify it for Miss Si."
Hidden weapons originally focus on the word "dark".
The purpose is to surprise and kill people in a flash of lightning.
The folding fan in Yu Xiheng's hand was made by the Mohist family.
There are eighteen kinds of hidden weapons hidden in a small folding fan.
Although entering the high-tech era of thermal weapons, hidden weapons have begun to be gradually eliminated.
However, the Mohists did not rest on their laurels. They absorbed the essence of modern technology and developed new formulas based on ancient hidden weapon drawings.
When it comes to concealed weapons, Mo Yanwen has extremely high talent.
In just three hours, a new guzheng appeared.
"Miss Si," Mo Yanwen said, "The guzheng is larger than a fan, so I put a total of ninety-nine and eighty-one hidden weapons in it, and the strings are switches."
"The tone is different, and the hidden weapons emitted are also different."
Si Fuqing nodded, took the guzheng and tried to pluck the strings.
"Zheng!"
The moment the piano sounded, a silver light flashed.
There was a "pop" sound, and the bowl in Xishang's hand shattered.
He stared at the fragments in his hand blankly, and immediately offered his knee: "Miss Si, please forgive me, I didn't do anything."
"Ah, sorry, sorry." Si Fuqing said promptly, "I didn't mean to kill you, I just happened to have a bowl in your hand."
Canyon breathed a sigh of relief.
He only has Miss Si's thigh that can hold him, and he must hold her tightly.
Yu Xiheng glanced at Canyon with everything written on his face.
He stood up and said, "Qingqing, go to the basement and give it a try."
Si Fuqing followed him holding the guzheng and said in a cheerful tone, "Okay."
**
The next day, another game ended.
As soon as Si Fuqing came out of the synagogue, she was stopped by someone.
"Miss Si, you are so beautiful." Raphael applauded, "I didn't expect you to have such skills. It is indeed the most correct decision for me to invest in you."
"Ah." Si Fuqing turned around and raised his eyebrows, "It's you, Your Highness, the Duke."
"Your Highness the Duke, we have known each other for more than a year, so there is no need to be so polite." Raphael waved his hand, "Just call me by my name."
Si Fuqing was silent.
In fact, they have known each other for more than a year.
Where did Sixth Senior Brother's IQ be used?
Si Fuqing sighed.
In fact, Sixth Senior Brother is the most normal person, but there are too many perverts in the sect.
This resulted in Sixth Senior Brother only having two advantages: being rich and handsome.
Si Fuqing paused, pressed down the old man who was already on his lips, and lazily called out: "Raphael."
Raphael nodded: "There will be a banquet at the palace tomorrow, and you haven't had any games these days. What do you think? Do you want to be a guest?"
Si Fuqing blinked: "No problem."
It's a waste of money, right?
She's the best at it.
"Okay." Raphael said, "I will also invite some of my brothers and sisters. They are quite strange. Don't take it to heart. I will definitely protect you."
Si Fuqing raised his eyebrows even higher: "Brothers and sisters? Don't you only have one younger brother?"
"It's a long story." Raphael sighed and suddenly gritted his teeth, "Why did I end up with such a group of people!"
Every day I only know how to exploit him.
He makes money but is despised.
Sooner or later, he will give up his job and let his second son, who eats and drinks from public funds, die of poverty!
Raphael looked at the time: "It's still early, let me treat you to a meal."
Si Fuqing nodded.
"Aren't you tired of carrying the guzheng all the time?" Raphael glanced at the guzheng on the girl's back, "I'll hold it for you."
"No need, it's quite light." Si Fuqing weighed it, "It's better if I carry it on my own."
She was afraid that her sixth senior brother would accidentally trigger a hidden weapon switch, and then "whoosh", the person would be gone.
Raphael saw that she was very persistent, so he didn't force her any more.
After walking for some distance, suddenly, his footsteps stopped.
Si Fuqing also raised his head and narrowed his eyes.
Someone is approaching.
Raphael calmed down his cynicism.
His whole temperament also changed instantly, becoming cold and gloomy.
Who can reach the top of the clouds, and how can there be a truly innocent, kind, stupid and sweet person?
It's just that Raphael has appeared in public too many times, and he needs a certain disguise.
"Roslan." Raphael tapped the headset, his voice was cold, "Escort Miss Si away, just like before."
In three seconds, a man in black appeared quietly: "Yes!"
The man in black raised his head and looked at Si Fu again: "Miss Si, please leave this place of right and wrong with your subordinates. His Highness the Duke has to deal with the next matter."
The leader of the dead soldiers of the Principality of Rosslammuston.
Si Fuqing had met him many times before.
Her ears moved and she heard countless footsteps converging in this direction.
It can be heard from the footsteps that the person coming is well-trained and majestic.
Although the fact that Raphael is the sixth disciple of Top of the Clouds is only known within the sect.
But no matter what, the title of Duke of Muston is also the most noble person in the world.
Of course the person who could come to kill him would not be an ordinary killer.
Si Fuqing did not leave, but took off the piano he was carrying.
She called out lazily again: "His Royal Highness the Duke of Mouston."
Raphael turned back, his brows still furrowed: "Huh? Let's go! There will be blood soon. This is not what a little girl like you should see!"
No matter how powerful she is in the TV series, she is still a twenty-year-old girl.
As a man, of course he has to protect him.
Si Fuqing stood the guzheng leaning on the ground and put both hands on the strings: "Do you want to see the real Daxia Kung Fu?"
Qingqing: Let’s be a six-finger piano demon today.
