Taichu Yandao: Starting from the Villain

"Good! You dance really well!" Zhao Rui shouted.

Everyone was immersed in the dance, but was frightened by the shouting. They all glared angrily, as if they were a prehistoric beast ready to devour someone.

Zhao Rui's head shrank. Although he didn't know why he had offended everyone, sweat still poured down his temples.

"Dear guest, Fairy Ding hasn't finished dancing yet! Don't shout, or we won't be able to help you if a fight breaks out." A servant in blue came up to Zhao Rui and said.

"So that's it!" Zhao Rui laughed and said sorry.

At this time, the soft sound of stringed instruments rang out, and the lonely beauty on the stage moved again.

Birds were chirping, it was early spring, and a young girl was walking in the woods.

With her black hair flying in the wind, the girl danced happily with a look of innocence on her face.

As she walked, the girl seemed to discover something and frowned slightly.

She observed for a long time, and finally took off her coat and draped it in the air.

The sound of the flute rang out, and a cloud of gray mist appeared out of thin air from under the coat, eventually transforming into a misty man.

It was early spring and the weather was cold. The girl hugged her bare arms, not sure whether it was because of the cold or shyness.

After some hesitation, she carried the man on her back and walked towards the village with difficulty.

The foggy man lay in bed, often coughing in the middle of the night and was in a coma for many days.

Countless gossips were heard in the village, but the girl ignored them. She took good care of the man and hoped that he would get better.

Time flies. A few years later, the girl has grown into a beautiful lady, but the man's condition is still getting better and worse.

After waking up from a coma, the man bit the woman's arm like crazy until his mouth was full of blood.

Since then, the man's condition has gradually improved and his coma time has become shorter and shorter.

Her blood can actually cure diseases.

So every half a month, the girl would cut her wrists, squeeze out a bowl of blood, and bring it to the man's mouth.

From then on, the girl had a red scarf on her wrist, like a symbol of eternity.

Another year passed, and the man was finally able to go out to the fields. He often sat cross-legged on the wooden table in the yard, looking at the sun in the sky.

Gradually, the man was able to work. He was strong and muscular, and he could chop firewood in just one hour, which would take others three days to do.

Once, a tiger rushed into a farmland, and the man killed the tiger with just two punches.

There was no more gossip in the village, and everyone said that the girl was very lucky to have found such a good husband.

A few years later, there was a severe drought in the village. Seeing that the crops were about to die, the man gently threw out a yellow talisman, and rain immediately poured down.

However, since that day, the man suddenly disappeared. No matter how hard the girl looked for him, she could not find any trace of him, as if the man had never appeared.

"Enter my lovesick door, and you will know my lovesick pain." In the center of the stage, a young girl sang in a theatrical voice.

She waited eagerly, waiting for her lover to come back, and she firmly believed that her lover would come back.

Three years later, perhaps her sincerity moved God, and when the spring breeze was warm, the man in the gray fog appeared in the green, and everything seemed as beautiful as when they first met.

He grasped the girl's hand, and his lips moved as if he were saying the most touching love words in the world, or the most tempting instigation of the devil.

The girl was reluctant to leave her hometown, but she still grabbed the hand and left the village.

The dance stopped abruptly at this moment. The man in the gray mist changed back into a gauze robe, and suddenly flames rose up. He rushed into the air and turned into two big words:

"end."

The stage slowly darkened and the entire casino fell into silence, as if the blank space was deliberately arranged.

Zhao Rui was fascinated by the performance and wanted to applaud, but when he looked around, he realized there was one last scene.

After a while, the sound of a pipa suddenly rang out, and the center of the stage lit up, focusing on the independent girl.

At the sound of a whip, the girl immediately fell to the ground, and a strand of her skirt was lost.

She tried her best to stand up, but all she was greeted with was the sound of more frequent whippings.

Soon, all that was left on her body was her bellyband and her skirt that had been shredded into strips.

At this time, the eyes of the male practitioners in the audience were full of desire, and they couldn't wait to rush forward. Some of them even swallowed involuntarily.

Of course, there were also female cultivators who sneered, "Tsk, you vixen!"

Finally, the whipping stopped, and the girl's tears were still wet, but she smiled at a 30-degree angle.

A group of spark-like butterflies flew towards her, and in an instant she was dressed in gorgeous clothes.

As the mournful sound of the pipa rang out, the beautiful woman's gorgeous clothes suddenly disappeared from time to time, revealing large areas of naked skin.

At first, the beauty would always cover her wrist with the red scarf, but gradually she became numb until she no longer cared.

At the same time, the beauty's aura rose rapidly until it stabilized at the great perfection of Qi training.

At this time, her dress would no longer disappear, but like her scarf, it would turn completely red.

She pinched her fingers together, her lips moved slightly, and the red scarf suddenly tightened and turned into a red sword.

The sword pointed downward, as if to kill someone, but after swinging it several times, it ultimately did not strike.

The sound of the pipa stopped abruptly, and the beauty turned around abruptly and left with a red sword in hand.

She turned her back to the crowd and sang in an operatic voice:

"If I had known it would be so heart-wrenching, I would have never met you in the first place."

The beauty walked farther and farther away and disappeared in the white mist.

After a while, the hall gradually lit up, and the crowd burst into thunderous applause as if a flood had been opened:

"Good... good dance!"

"Lilac Fairy...Lilac Fairy..."

"Fairy Lele...Fairy Lele..."

Zhao Rui was full of doubts. He pulled a cultivator in armor beside him and asked, "Daoyou, was that Fairy Dingxiang or Fairy Lele?"

The soldier shook off Zhao Rui's hand and said, "You old-fashioned fellow, Ding Lele is the Lilac Fairy. Haven't you heard of her? She has won thirty championships."

"What do you mean by tu gu mao? Why does the gambling house hold a championship competition?" Zhao Rui asked again.

The soldier rolled his eyes, turned around and left.

Zhao Rui was not giving up, so he called over a blue-shirted attendant and asked, "What's the point of this championship competition?"

The blue-shirted attendant said, "This championship contest is held by our Panlong Valley. All fairies who enter the valley and have a special skill can participate. We don't have any rules. We will decide the champion based on the number of votes. Of course, we have also opened a handicap, so everyone can place a bet on the fairy they like."

"Oh, that's interesting, can we still place bets now?"

"Of course, you can place bets before the final voting results come out."

Zhao Rui was very excited and looked at Qian Xiaoyi standing beside him.

Qian Xiaoyi showed a lewd smile. Naturally, men understand men better.

However, before the two could make any move, Shen Chenqing deliberately said loudly: "What's so great about that? I can also dance this dance."

Zhao Rui was very surprised and asked, "You can dance, how come I didn't know?"