Madam Xiaohong has been cultivating the idea since she was a child that entering the palace of the God of Thunder is the best, worthy of admiration, and it is even possible to escape from the mortal world and become a god.
The idea of having the God of Thunder favor her was deeply ingrained in her heart, and she had been working hard for it since she was a child, desperately learning things to please men.
Tang Yue was hidden in the cloud of memories, watching Mrs. Xiaohong, who was no longer a child, trying hard to learn singing and dancing to gain a soft body, and experiencing tremendous pain every month.
With such a painful childhood experience, Yueyue was instilled with incorrect ideas. No wonder Mrs. Xiaohong couldn't think about it and committed suicide to the east of the crabapple tree.
That month, young Xiaohong couldn't sleep because her body was in too much pain, and she was tossing and turning in bed.
Tang Yue transformed into a female Taoist priest in blue. When he arrived at her room, he asked first, "Do I want to stop the pain in my body and sleep peacefully for a while?"
Xiaohong was startled, "Who am I? He is the daughter of Da Sikong, how dare I enter his room without permission?"
"He is a cultivator of immortality. Under the orders of his master, he went to Dongxian Mountain to do good deeds and accumulate virtue. He heard my voice of pain outside the house and came to see me."
Xiaohong walked up and asked doubtfully: "A person who cultivates immortality? Can I show up and let him see my face?"
"sure."
Tang Yue's figure appeared, using the image of a kind-hearted female monk, who looked amiable and celestial.
Xiaohong's wariness has dropped a lot. Immortal cultivators have a high status in that country, and ordinary people respect them very much. They all hope that they can also be accepted into the immortal sect and walk on the path to immortality.
Tang Yue waved a whisk and sprinkled some spiritual dew on her body, which could relieve the body's fatigue and pain.
Of course, the spiritual dew in the dream is not real, as long as it is imitated by the real spiritual dew. If it is a dream created by her, as long as she can imagine it, anything can come out.
Xiaohong moved, "His body really doesn't hurt anymore, Immortal, I'm so powerful!"
Tang Yue smiled: "He doesn't have the Taoism to accept advice. I just call him Taoist Master."
Xiaohong knelt down and worshiped, "Immortal, can I let him have a beautiful singing voice and graceful figure? Then he will learn singing and dancing from his master and he will no longer suffer."
"I want to learn to dance more easily? Don't I want to practice immortal magic and become admonished?" Tang Yue looked at the little figure on the bed.
Xiaohong shook her head, "I just want to enter the God of Thunder's palace and win his favor. He will naturally become an immortal, which will be better than his hard training for thousands of years. He can also benefit his family and repay his father's kindness."
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Tang Yue knew that her persuasion should not be compared with the rhetoric she had accepted for a long time and the ideas instilled by people around her, so she did not force it: "Okay, then he will teach me how to make my body lighter and my voice clearer."
She taught Xiaohong the breathing method, which is actually an introduction to the art of cultivating immortals. After ordinary people eliminate the dirt of weight, their bodies will naturally be light, their waists will be soft, and their voices will be clear.
Xiaohong could work hard to practice singing and dancing, and she could persist in practicing the breathing and breathing techniques she taught. As time went by and the results were effective, she naturally believed in Tang Yue.
During that time, she became the most popular among the official ladies, and she was even more grateful to the female Taoist for her help.
Tang Yue saw that it was almost done and came to see her again, "I want to ask that there are many men and women entering the Thunder Palace, not only people from that country, but also people from other countries. Do I think I can stand out among them?"
Xiaohong is also worried about this. In her country, there are many beauties with different styles. "The lady next door is good at painting, and the princess in the palace is good at poetry. At the same time, their singing and dancing are not weak, and their appearance is also beautiful. He
How can we surpass them?"
"I want to learn a skill that they don't know or can't do, so that people will look at me with admiration."
"What would be better for him to learn? His father has already hired some people who are good at piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, cooking, and singing and dancing for him, but other people can also do those skills."
Tang Yue said: "I can learn sword dancing very well."
"Sword dancing? Those men can do it too!"
Tang Yue smiled, "Men's sword dancing is fierce, and women's sword dancing is tenacious. Are they two different styles? Men's sword dancing cannot replace women's sword dancing. After all, sword dancing is heavy, and it is not easy to dance beautifully, so
He suggested that I learn to dance with the sword so that I can stand out from those who enter the palace."
Xiaohong had a firm look on her face, "Okay, let him learn. Thank you for the Taoist priest's advice. Please ask him for advice!"
During the confinement period after returning from the east, Tang Yue taught Xiaohong how to dance the sword. She learned it from the red-feathered little fox and incorporated her experience in practicing swordsmanship over the years.
This sword technique is not only beautiful to look at, it also helps improve your cultivation and is very useful in defeating enemies. It can be said that one sword has multiple uses.
Xiaohong didn't know if the sword dance she learned was actually a form of monastic swordsmanship. She felt that after practicing sword dancing, her body became more flexible and she could perform dance moves that would not make her choke.
That set of swordsmanship was also elegant and charming, adding to the charm when wielding it, so she did not doubt that set of swordsmanship.
Tang Yue gave her the flower dew that he made every month, which made her look better than before, with more straight facial features and a more graceful figure.
Use it to replenish your innate vitality and refine your spiritual roots.
Xiaohong Yueyue looked in the mirror and saw that she was much prettier than before. Her parents were praising her for getting better as she grew older, so she followed Tang Yue's advice and no longer had any doubts.
Tang Yue saw that she was almost done with her sword practice, so he found an opportunity to let the young prince who was visiting Da Sikong Mansion see her in the garden. At this time, she was practicing the sword dance taught by Tang Yue.
Is this the first time she changed Xiaohong's life trajectory? In the original timeline, Xiaohong had been studying in Da Sikong's mansion. She never left the house, saw no one else, and had no chance to meet other men. Da Sikong and his wife completely kept her in captivity.
Got up.
When he was sixteen years old, he was sent directly to the mysterious building and never came into contact with other men.
After the sword dance was completed, the eldest prince applauded and said: "Okay, he has never seen such a beautiful sword dance. I wonder if Wei Yuniang does it?"
The third prince smiled heartily and said, "Brother, Wei Yuniang is in the back garden of Da Sikong, and there are maids standing behind her, so she should be the young lady in the mansion.
They have already met the eldest lady and the second lady, and presumably the third lady who is rarely seen."
Xiaohong blushed. She didn't know who the two young men were, so she bowed and said, "Have you met you two?" At the same time, she thought of something. Her father asked her eldest sister and second sister to meet those two people.
But he didn’t tell himself that he wanted to see those two people, so why?
In the past few months, her father had treated her, her eldest sister, and her second sister equally, and had the same food and clothing expenses. He had not treated her differently because she was not the eldest lady's biological daughter. She had never questioned her father's favoritism.
The eldest prince laughed and said: "I don't know, he is my father's first child, and he is his third brother. Who do they belong to?"
Xiaohong hurriedly went to salute again, "Xiaohong has seen the east of the main hall and the east of the third hall."
"It turns out my name is Xiaohong. Can I dance the sword for them again? He will accompany me."
Without waiting for Xiaohong to agree, the third prince took out a piccolo and started playing.
Tang Yue, who was hiding in the dark, sighed when she saw such a scene, and asked if she could increase Xiaohong's knowledge so that she would not attract those two "young and energetic" princes.
Speaking of which, their personalities are similar to those of the Ninth Prince. Maybe they don’t have the so-called royal bearing?