The boss who came from the end of the world, she is sick and needs to be cured

Zhao Jing looked at more and more disciples from all walks of life who were planning to come over to start a war of words. They were all the best among men. If a fight started, it would become a farce + scandal for the Holy Sect.

Then he quickly pushed Pang Bo and others away, "I understand, senior brother, please go back to your seats and sit down. Don't worry, although I have learned this piano skill now, it should not be embarrassing."

"Hey! Even those who are currently studying dare to perform, but I think there is no one left in the direct line!"

Pang Bo and others immediately glanced over with sharp eyes and clenched their fists. Over the years, if they hadn't been fed up with the ridicule, sarcasm, and sarcasm of these people... they wouldn't have given Zhao Jing eye drops and preventive measures right away.

The sun was almost noon and it was extremely hot. This environment is becoming more and more noisy and impetuous. If they are not stopped, a fight may really break out.

Zhao Jing said perfunctorily and arrogantly: "Okay, okay, if there is no one, there will be no one. I will slap you in the face later!"

"Who doesn't know how to tell big words..."

Zhao Jing interrupted: "Whether it's a big lie or not, we'll find out soon. Don't you guys be unable to wait even this little time? Senior brother, you too, hurry up and sit down in your seats."

All parties looked at Pangbo and the others impatiently and unkindly, then waved their sleeves and left.

Zhao Jing wiped the sweat from her forehead. It was really hot in this sunny summer.

Soon, all the spectators were seated, and the disciples took their places and performed their duties.

A large circular stage rose from the ground to the center of the entire venue. Zhao Jing stood on the stage and was promoted.

The host, House Elder Su Xinghe, took his place.

After some polite words, Su Xinghe pointed to the center of the stage with his big finger, and the mirror formation infinitely magnified Zhao Jing on the ground, filling the entire screen.

"Next, Zhao Jing, a contemporary disciple of the Holy Sect, will play the opening song of this sect's grand celebration for everyone: "The Holy Sect has been around for hundreds of millions of years, and has traveled ninety thousand miles. It turns out that you are here too."

The title of this song...Zhao Jing remembered how the "Holy Sect, Mother" she had clearly reported became so elegant, cute and naughty?

This style of painting is wrong.

How could Yuan Lieyang, an upright and unlovable person like him, agree to such a copywriting?

Su Xinghe, a middle-aged elder, is neither cute nor naughty.

This copywriting is very different no matter how you look at it, and it doesn’t match the usual style of Shengzong.

However, this change is interesting.

What a wonderful change.

"Yuan" represents the Yuan family, and "'Yuan' comes and you are here too." Connected in context, it means meeting a fellow sect member in this world or the upper world at a time when cultivation is normal and ascending is difficult.

There is no word to express happiness, but they all mean joy, joy, surprise and surprise.

The song that Yuan Lieyang helped her change could also carry this emotion.

Zhao Jing walked to the center of the stage, suspended the piano in the air, stood still, and hung her hands above the strings.

The song is adapted from "Only Mother is Good in the World", which is more lively, vivid, and majestic, and vividly explains one's dependence, attachment, and dependence on the sect and the sect's protection, love, and care for oneself.

But Zhao Jing didn't want to perform strictly according to the music composed by Yuan Lieyang.

This is a grand event, the birthday of the sect, and a festival for the entire sect. To celebrate, you should look like you are celebrating, and you should be happy.

Everyone was stunned when they saw Zhao Jing standing on the stage, with the toes of her left foot raised and the corners of her mouth raised, without any dignity at all.

Many people who used to laugh at his body, appearance, behavior, performance, etc. now snorted disdainfully, "No rules."

"Even if I pick up a random disciple on the road, my appearance will be better than her!"

"It has completely embarrassed the original ancestor..."

Zhao Jing took out a handful of "Harmony Notes" from the space ring and sprinkled them, and the Harmony Notes were neatly arranged behind her and hanging outwards on both sides.

Zhao Jing double-fived her hands, then clapped her hands twice, then double-fived her hands, and then clapped her hands twice...

Play begins.

Obviously she was the only one high-fiving and slapping the piano surface, but with the harmony notes, the sound came out as a group of people neatly high-fiving and slapping the piano surface. The sound and the scene suddenly reached a scale, with quite an earth-shaking, deafening reverberation.

Yuan Lieyang sat up straight in an instant and frowned slightly. The stinky girl was probably going to be weird and not perform according to the music he arranged! He had to be more vigilant and not let this young apprentice's song be infamy for eternity.

The other elders all looked at Yuan Lieyang, asking with their eyes: Did you review this?

Yuan Lieyang pursed his lips, not knowing whether to say "yes" or "no".

This stinky girl is so weird. She clearly agreed that he would compose a new carol-type piece on her piece, but why did it change when she played it?

This stinky girl is indeed careless!

Yuan Lieyang really wanted to grab Zhao Jing's high ponytail and ask her what she was thinking and what she wanted to do, but alas. The basic trust between master and disciple...

When he didn't see the other elders' eyes, he nodded slightly towards Su Xinghe: That's right.

Su Xinghe breathed a sigh of relief, and on the other side, the sect leader Yuan Hua also breathed a sigh of relief. Just have a door!

The "silent communication" among the elders did not escape the eyes of other disciples at all. They all looked at each other and smiled, almost saying "wait and see for the good show".

People from other sects and countries who came to watch the ceremony all stared at the elders of the Holy Sect with their mouths open. They only asked, "Such a performance style, which is not solemn and sacred at all, is it really suitable for a sect celebration? Have you really reviewed... ..." I asked.

Zhao Jing turned a blind eye to what was happening in the audience, such as "whispering to each other," "looking left and right," "extremely confused," and "gloating about others' misfortunes."

Her gaze has crossed the entire venue, heading to an unpredictable distance, and along with her thoughts, she opens her mouth and sings a special song in a "language" that she doesn't know.

Singing, just one word, seems to penetrate the past and present, allowing people to see the wolves looking around, the collapse of mountains and rivers, and the changes in the world when the sect was founded. At such a difficult moment, the Yuan family stepped forward and led a group of like-minded monks to fight for The great contributions and sacrifices made to safeguard the peace and tranquility of all people in the world;

Humming, again, just one word, seems to bring people back to the trivial and complicated daily work and life, ordinary and complicated, calm and peaceful...

When the chanting started again, time seemed to have passed by like a white horse, and the ninety-thousand-year history of the Holy Sect was presented magnificently before everyone's eyes. The awe-inspiring righteousness of the noble family swept from the center of the stage to the entire venue like a green breeze...