Inside Wansong Building.
Fang Xuanan walked to the center gracefully, and the disciples who were watching wisely stepped back to make room for him.
The people inside squeezed into the outside, and the people outside squeezed into the inside. The crowd was noisy for a moment, and Zhao Yisu glanced at them. Everyone shrank and kept silent at the same time.
Even Wang Polu, who was stepped on by the person in front of him and was in pain, subconsciously shut up and held back his cry of pain - No, why should I be afraid of Senior Sister Zhao? !
"Hiss—" thinking this, as soon as he let out a little sound, Chun Xia jumped up and hit him on the back of the head.
"Paji!"
Wang Polu turned back to glare at her, but Chunxia ignored her and stood on tiptoe to look forward, for fear of missing a little bit of the beautiful scenery.
Look at you, you are such a short person - Wang Polu thought, picked up the collar of Chunxia's neck and lifted her up.
So spring and summer became pendants, with feet dangling in the air and seeing farther places.
Fang Xuan'an used magic to draw a lotus picture on the ground. The lotus shone with faint magic light spots and was beautiful.
He stood barefoot in the middle, and at some point he had an origami fan in his hand. The surface of the fan was pure white, with a faint light shining through. He was obviously wearing plain disciple uniforms, but when he covered his face with a fan and danced on the lotus, he instantly fell into a dream. The disciple uniforms swayed back and forth with his dancing postures, like neon clothes in the clouds.
At this time, the sound of the piano parted the clouds and mist in the hall, and everyone turned around to find He Zhenyin hanging his piano in front of him and raising his hand to play with it.
Accompanied by the sound of the piano, Fang Xuan'an dances on the lotus. The men's dancing postures are obviously different from the women's. The woman dances the fan dance with a round fan in front of her, which is shy and pretty, while Fang Xuan'an holds the folding fan in his hand, and the dance is full of waves and agility.
The fan opened and closed in his palm, and every time he closed it, there was a crisp sound, and what everyone saw was his handsome face. When he opened it again, his face was covered, so the visual focus was on his flamboyant dancing posture.
His footsteps wandered in the sound of the piano, leisurely at first, then became more and more rapid as the music changed, and finally became as fast as pearls falling on a silver plate, so agile that people couldn't take their eyes away.
"Clang!" The sound of the piano stopped, and the footsteps immediately came to a sudden stop. He threw the folding fan into the air, and numerous petals fell from the fan, and even the fragrance of lotus floated in the air.
Fang Xuan'an turned somersaults on the lotus, put the folding fan back into his palm, and slowly held it in front of his face.
When the petals fell, the music of the piano stopped, and everyone woke up as if from a dream. When he stood up again, they remembered to applaud: "Okay! Good!"
"Bravo!!"
Zhao Yisu: "Wonderful! The dance is beautiful but not charming, strong and soft at the same time. Your name is... Fang Xuan'an? I've written it down."
Fang Xuanan returned her salute and returned to the team.
Then the third and fourth disciples also introduced themselves. Although they were not as outstanding as Fang Xuan'an, they all had their own personalities. One was handsome, elegant, and the other was cheerful and funny.
…
All the introductions up to the ninth one were in line with Zhao Yisu's requirements.
Finally arrived at the tenth.
Of course, the man was also good-looking. He stood up and said, "I'm sorry, Master Zhao, I'm just here to help occupy the position. I'm not running for election."
Zhao Yisu: "What about the person who was supposed to come?"
"Here." A clear male voice came. Just two words had already greatly comforted the listener's ears.
He Zhenyin, who was more sensitive to sounds, was already looking in that direction: "It's him. I thought he wasn't coming."
At this moment, Fang Xuan'an had become familiar with He Zhenyin because of his help with the music. He asked: "Who is it? Do you know him?"
He Zhenyin replied: "Who is that?"
"Which one?"
"His name is that person."
Fang Xuan'an: "..."
The man had already walked out of the crowd. He covered his face with half of his mask. He stood at the tenth position calmly and looked directly into Zhao Yisu's eyes: "Who is that next to you?"
A closer look revealed that this man was precise from head to toe. The custom-made mask matched the color of his clothes. There was a wooden hairpin in his bun, but the shape of the hairpin was very unique, extending upwards and piercing into the sky. When he got closer, there was a dark woody scent coming from his body. When you raise your hands to salute, your fingernails are round and neat, which shows that they are carefully maintained. And the hair has a silky texture when illuminated by the light.
Although monks know how to cleanse dust, there are always times when their clothes or shoes are stained with dust and they don't care. But this man's shoes are as clean as new, and there are dark patterns tattooed on the uppers. If you don't look carefully, you won't notice it at all.
It is these small details that people usually don't notice that constitute his exquisite aura. Let him give Zhao Yisu, who is tired of aesthetics as soon as he appears, a refreshing feeling.
Zhao Yisu looked him up and down before asking, "Do you have a single surname? Or do you have a compound surname?"
"Hahahahahahahaha..." There was a burst of suppressed laughter from the crowd.
That person obviously didn't expect to be asked this question. He paused and said, "This is just a nickname. I walk outside and don't show my true face or name to others."
Someone booed, "But this is a beauty pageant. If you don't show your face, who knows if you are beautiful or not?"
"That's right!"
"Beauty is not limited to the beauty of skin." He replied.
Zhao Yisu: "But today I chose Skin."
That one smiled calmly: "Since I dare to come, it means that the beauty I give you must be above the skin."
Zhao Yisu: "Then, show off your skills?"
That person looked around: "This place is too small and not enough for us to perform. Why don't we change places?"
Everyone moved to an open space outside Wansong Tower and formed a natural circle around that person.
The one standing in the center stood quietly for a moment, looking at the trees and then at the birds. While everyone was waiting in a hurry, a pen suddenly appeared in his palm. The ink flowing out of the tip of the pen was transformed by spiritual power. The other person moved the pen, dancing and flying in the open space, while using the pen to draw a three-dimensional painting in the air.
Yes, this painting is three-dimensional, or has a three-dimensional effect. When he wrote in the air, the smooth stroke of ink continued the line of the real mountain peak in the distance, as if directly pulling the mountain in front of everyone. Due to the optical illusion effect, the mountain spread from far away to the front. Everyone was admiring his flying figure and the smooth lines. Somehow, when they came back to their senses, they realized that the wandering lines formed a real mountain. It looks like a ridge from the side and a peak from the side. It's so real that one can't help but sigh.
The scenery of the mountain and the surrounding open space merges into one. The tree in front of me seems to be standing on the top of the mountain he painted, which is natural. A bird was probably returning to its nest from a distance. When it flew here, it was stunned on the spot. It was unclear whether it had flown in the wrong direction.
Hey, where is my home? The tree where my house is located originally didn't have a mountain?
The confused look of the little bird caused everyone to burst into laughter, and amidst the laughter and exclamations, Zhao Yisu's eyes were excited, and the calculations in his heart were crackling, as if he saw that the mountain had become a golden mountain, and spiritual stones were falling from the sky. rain!
