Menghua's sword dance is not as beautiful as the vajra dance performed by Yaksha ghosts.
The dance of the Yaksha ghost is a combination of fluidity, strength and softness brought about by profound martial arts.
But Menghua's sword dance is far more powerful than the Yaksha ghost.
The shadow of his stick is like a flying dragon, appearing and disappearing, carrying a terrifying aura with it.
The demons and ghosts in the field even saw a ferocious black dragon entwining the tall and ugly mandrill, baring its teeth and claws following the stick shadow.
For a time, several little foxes with low moral standards were so frightened that they hid.
Meng Hua finally retreated, and the black dragon roared, turning into a dark wooden stick and falling behind him.
"Okay!" Gray Fox clapped happily.
Gong Mengbi also smiled and said: "Good swordsmanship is like a dragon traveling in Taixu."
"Fellow Daoist Meng, come and draw the next one."
Meng Hua stepped forward, and the ferocious mandrill and the beautiful fox fairy stood opposite each other. The fox's blue eyes were as deep as the sea.
Meng Hua felt awe-struck in his heart and calmly pulled out a bamboo leaf.
On the bamboo leaves is the image of a gray fox.
Menghua looked at Gong Mengbi. Gong Mengbi looked at him with a smile. Menghua looked away and said, "I got my brother."
Everyone looked at the gray fox.
Being targeted by these monsters and ghosts, Gray Fox felt excited and reluctantly said: "My cultivation is still shallow, and I really don't have any good spells. I'm just kidding. I'm kidding."
Gong Mengbi laughed, which was quite meaningful.
But he did not hold on to the matter. Instead, he allowed the gray fox to pass by and said, "Then I'll punish myself with a drink."
The gray fox breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
The clear moon dew is mixed with the slight fragrance of rice wine. As soon as I take it, I feel cool all over.
The gray fox hesitated, but felt refreshed: "I'm sorry."
Gong Mengbi continued to pass the lottery tube forward and said: "Then please, fellow Taoist Meng, draw another one."
Menghua saw that the gray fox had gotten through the test, so he reached out again and pulled out a bamboo leaf from the lottery tube: "Hey... you also put this fool's lottery in the lottery tube?"
Gong Mengbi said: "We are a guest here, how can we not play with him?"
Menghua looked at the idiot Xiao Qi, and Xiao Qi knew that he was talking about him, and said anxiously: "Why don't you take me to play?"
Gong Mengbi smiled and said: "I just wanted to show you some fun, now it's your turn."
Xiao Qi clapped his hands and said, "Okay, okay. How to play?"
Gong Mengbi asked: "What do you know?"
Xiao Qi said: "I can sing!"
Gong Mengbi acted like he was all ears.
Xiao Qi stood up, took a few steps, and seemed to be a different person.
With calm eyes, tall and straight posture, and handsome face, he looks like a young gentleman.
If this person wasn't a fool, he would have acted like this.
The idiot couldn't stand still anymore, so he started singing: "If someone comes to the mountains, he will be surrounded by flowers and flowers.
It's easy to smile at the same time, and I admire you for being so graceful and graceful.
Riding on a red leopard, we followed Wenli, and Xinyi's chariot came to form a laurel flag.
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It is a mountain ghost song, a sacred music and witchcraft song used to worship mountain ghosts.
Nothing could be more timely than this.
The young man's voice was clear and calm.
After singing the song, Xiao Qi changed from a young man to a big fool again, but he looked sad and had tears in his eyes.
Zhiruo knew the music well and couldn't help but changed her mind about this idiot. She pulled him to sit down between the sisters and asked him in detail.
Gong Mengbi took out another bamboo leaf from the lottery tube: "It's the golden toad."
Jin Chan stood up suddenly and was about to throw the cup at Gong Mengbi's feet, shouting "I'm not playing!"
But as soon as he stood up, he heard the sound of applause around him.
Wang Xiang, a little boy dressed in black and dark-looking, with only one pair of ruby-like eyes, looked at Jin Toad expectantly, stroking his hands to encourage him.
Jin Chan lowered his head and saw that the black boy was not even as high as his waist, so he slowly put back the wine glass he raised.
The Fairy Bird blowing on the side said: "Wang Xiang, the golden toad is so powerful, it can attract the moonlight in the sky and freeze the deep pool."
Wang Xiang looked forward to it even more, looking at Jin Chan, hoping that he could use his magical powers.
Jin Chan secretly said: "For the sake of the children."
"Wuhuanfeng Jingtan, Yuan Yao, doing trivial tricks for entertainment."
The golden toad poured the wine cup over. There was moon dew in the cup, which was already condensed with moonlight.
When poured out at this time, it seems as if a ray of moonlight is pouring out, hanging in the air, like mercury, like mist and dew.
A cup of moon dew is flying in the sky like silver yarn, condensing but not dispersing, swaying in the wind.
The moonlight falls on the moon dew, as if every drop of water is glowing with moonlight.
For a moment, I couldn't tell whether it was fog, moonlight, or flying snow floating in the sky.
This cup of moon dew flew up to the sky, as if it could cover the entire sky.
The beautiful scenery at this time is heart-breaking.
Wang Xiang's eyes lit up, and he looked at Jin Chan, who actually felt a little uncomfortable.
Jin Chan swirled the wine glass, and the mist and dew gathered into another glass of wine in the glass, as if returning to its nest.
Gong Mengbi praised: "A good spell."
At this time, Jin Chan did not choke on him. Without saying a word, he took out a bamboo leaf from the lottery tube in Gong Mengbi's hand, handed it to Wang Xiang beside him, and said, "It's your turn."
Wang Xiang stood up slowly and said: "Jade belt Hebulo, you are showing your ugliness."
Wang Xiang clasped his hands together, paused in front of his chest, and then closed his eyes.
There seemed to be invisible waves surging with him as the center, and then everyone's wine glasses began to tremble.
The wine in the glass turned into small fish jumping in the air with their tail fins swaying and swimming in the air.
The little fat fox said "Wow", jumped up and bit a small fish, swallowed it in one gulp, and then shivered from the cold.
It doesn't smell like fish, but rather like moon dew wine.
Fish swimming around in the air is quite mysterious and interesting.
Wang Xiang let go of his hand, and the fish turned into wine again and fell into the wine glass.
Gong Mengbi praised: "Puluo Zhihui has a pair of wonderful hands."
Wang Xiang laughed.
There are only two bamboo leaves left in the tube, so there is no need for Wang Xiang to draw any more.
Gong Mengbi took out two bamboo leaves, one belonged to the three sisters and the other belonged to Gong Mengbi himself.
Granny Shi is a highly respected person, so it’s not easy to ask her to play tricks.
Gong Mengbi asked with a smile: "Three girls, which one goes first, you or me?"
Qiongfang sat up straight and said, "You are the master, so let us come first."
The three sisters have always acted together. If it was a pot throw, they could each play their own way. But now, it is better for three people to play together.
Qiongfang picked up her chopsticks and tapped the wine glass, wine bottle, porcelain bowl, and porcelain plate in front of her for a while. After hearing the sound, she said, "Here."
Qiongfang plays chopsticks for fun, Zhiruo sings harmoniously, and Jiaying dances harmoniously.
The three sisters are all charming, their music is sultry, their singing is sultry, and their dancing is sultry.
Purple clothes, fans, and yellow clothes are intertwined, silk ribbons are dancing in the fragrant wind, and peach blossoms are flying with jade hands.
Beauty is naturally charming, and at this moment, there is a desolate posture like a green tomb.
The lively beauty and the deep ghost spirit are intertwined, but it is also a different kind of beauty.
Gong Mengbi didn't wait for them to finish their performance. He held up a small incense burner in front of him and blew lightly.
The fragrance floats in the wind, and then the ancient trees in front of you disappear.
It's a glazed tile, white jade palace. The sky is clear and bright, and the cinnamon seeds are fragrant.
He is no longer at Wuhuan Peak, but in the Moon Palace.
Qiongfang, Zhiruo, and Jiaying easily blended into Gong Mengbi's fantasy, just like the goddess in the moon.
The gloomy ghostly energy also turned into the cold air in the middle of the moon. The wind came and went, blowing away thousands of flowers, leaving only the three fairies playing drums, singing and dancing, misty and misty in the night, making people's hearts shake.
