bayedsolid Chapter 286: New Year Performance
Chapter 286: New Year Performance
Liu Xiaohan and Wei Ranzhu stood up from the desk, their steps light and graceful, like a perfect couple, and walked to the red carpet in the center of the hall that was as red as a rosy cloud.
The male monk Wei Ranzhu has an upright figure and extraordinary temperament. He is the transformation of a spiritual bamboo with a thousand years of cultivation.
At this moment, she is wearing a flowing green gauze, and her sleeves sway gently in the wind, just like the breeze in the bamboo forest, which is refreshing.
Liu Xiaohan is a woman with a graceful figure and beautiful face.
She was wearing an exquisite black dress, the hem of which swayed gently, like a touch of mystery in the night.
She wore a jeweled belt around her waist, which made her waist look even slimmer.
A dazzling gold hairpin was inserted in her high bun, and exquisite earrings hung on her earlobes, sparkling with dazzling light.
She was originally a black python with supreme spiritual power. During the entrance test of Lingshan Academy, she went through untold hardships and passed the tempering of ninety-nine purple thunders. She transformed from a snake into a dragon and achieved the glory she has today.
At this moment, the two of them bowed to Yun Che, who was sitting high above the hall, and said in clear and pleasant voices, "Disciple, please accept my honor."
Yun Che's eyes were like torches as he scanned the two of them. A playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as he said, "You two seem to have a good relationship.
You all need to go on stage together to perform your shows. Otherwise, I will let you get married right here, so that we can create a good story."
His words revealed a temperament that was both majestic and humorous, which made everyone in the hall laugh.
The two of them waved their hands repeatedly, showing an awkward but polite smile on their faces, and refused one after another, shouting in unison: "We are just friends!"
This scene made all the monks present burst into laughter.
On the high platform, Yun Che elegantly picked up the teacup and took a sip. His movements revealed an indescribable noble temperament.
He slowly turned to Chen Xuan beside him, with a hint of amusement in his eyes, and asked: "Brother Chen Xuan, what do you think?"
Chen Xuan smiled faintly and answered the question irrelevantly: "Young friend Yun Che, you should just watch the show carefully."
Yun Che heard this and nodded gently, putting down the teacup.
With a wave of his hand, two purple-gold spirit stones emitting a faint purple light floated out from his robe, carrying a mysterious aura, and landed steadily on the red-carpeted stage.
He raised an eyebrow and said, "The first performer to take the stage is very courageous. I will reward him with twenty taels of purple gold spirit stones!"
They both bent down at the same time, quickly picked up the spirit stone, and carefully placed it in their sleeves. Then they both knelt and kowtowed, their voices filled with excitement and awe: "Thank you, Emperor, for your gift!"
This scene made the monks who had been hesitant to go on stage become excited, and their eyes flashed with desire and courage.
Yun Che gently raised his hand, and the two immediately understood. They stood up respectfully and stepped aside.
Wei Ranzhu gently stretched out his right hand, and with a slight movement of his fingertips, a green bamboo leaf appeared out of thin air between his fingers, which he deftly clamped between his fingers.
Then, he gracefully placed the bamboo leaf close to his lips and blew gently.
Suddenly, a clear and pleasant sound like the sound of nature echoed in the air.
Liu Xiaohan waved her right hand and called out, "Qingfeng!"
In an instant, a long sword with a cold glow appeared in her hand.
She held a long sword in her hand, moved lightly, and performed a sword dance. The sword light was like water, which was dazzling to the eyes.
Liu Xiaohan's figure was light, like a fairy descending to earth, holding a long sword that shone with cold light. As she danced gracefully, the tip of the sword drew beautiful arcs in the air.
She was humming a melodious tune softly, and the sound was like the sound of nature, echoing all around.
At this moment, Wei Ranzhu stood quietly aside, holding a green bamboo leaf in his mouth, holding his breath and concentrating, as if he had become one with the world.
As he blew gently, the bamboo leaves seemed to be given life, making crisp and pleasant sounds.
As he blew, his body suddenly rose into the air like an eagle spreading its wings and soaring.
Tens of thousands of bamboo leaves shot out from his body like thousands of arrows, quickly forming a circular formation in the air.
Every bamboo leaf in the circular formation was shining with dazzling golden light, as if containing infinite power.
Seeing this, Liu Xiaohan immediately stopped singing and his eyes became firm and resolute.
She held a long sword and stabbed it towards the circle formed by tens of thousands of bamboo leaves like a flash of lightning.
The moment the round bamboo leaf touched the long sword, golden light shone brightly and it instantly transformed into a powerful magic circle, covering the surrounding space.
On the high platform, Yun Che held his forehead with his right hand, his brows furrowed, as if enduring some kind of discomfort.
After a moment, he looked down sharply, waved his hand, and returned to his usual calm.
He said sternly: "Stop it! New Year's feast,
You two are here to perform a fight,
What a good husband and wife follow each other,
It really opened my eyes, but I couldn't bear to watch it!"
Upon hearing this, the two men immediately stopped fighting.
On the red carpet, green bamboo leaves were scattered all over the ground, piled up into a mountain.
The long sword in Liu Xiaohan's hand also disappeared instantly.
The two men looked embarrassed and fled the scene, sitting back in front of the table.
Upon seeing this, Shuang Yue quickly bent over, picked up the exquisite teapot, and gracefully refilled Yun Che's tea. Her voice was gentle and soothing, "Your Majesty, please do not be angry."
Yun Che glanced sideways, his eyes sharp, and his voice was filled with unquestionable majesty: "Shuangyue, clear the area!"
This order was like a thunderclap. In an instant, all the monks below focused their eyes on Shuangyue, waiting for her actions.
Frost Moon gently raised her hand, and a silver light flashed. The bamboo leaves that were originally piled on the red carpet stage disappeared in an instant, as if they had never existed.
Seeing this, the monks below exclaimed in admiration and praised Frost Moon's methods highly.
Yun Che picked up the teacup and took a few sips, but his eyes involuntarily looked down and landed on a corner.
Xu Wan and Xuan Qing were seen sitting side by side, their figures looking particularly close under the light. Xuan Qing picked up the spiritual fruit from the plate and handed it to Xu Wan, who immediately took it and nodded in thanks.
Yun Che couldn't help but feel unhappy. He placed the teacup heavily on the table, appearing to use a bit of force. As a result, the tea inside overflowed and spilled onto the table.
Upon seeing this, Shuang Yue immediately leaned over and carefully wiped the water stain with her palm, fearing that she would disturb Yun Che.
And at this moment, a strand of hair slipped from her temples and gently fell into Yun Che's hand.
This scene happened to be seen by Xu Wan below, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.
Chen Xuan glanced sideways and saw Shuang Yue's hair fall into Yun Che's hand, and couldn't help but chuckle.
He immediately stopped smiling, turned his gaze downwards, and said in a clear voice, "Please welcome the next monk to perform and give us a wonderful performance."