The leader is being killed every day

After that night, Mu Hanqing never visited Ji Wuxiu again.Because when he went there for the second time, it was already heavily guarded, and he couldn't even open the windows.

Chongqing checked Ji Wuxiu's pulse, and the situation was not bad, on the contrary, it got better, and there was some true energy in his body, but it didn't belong to Ji Wuxiu's true energy.

After five days of nightmares, Ji Wuxiu finally woke up.These five days, just like the five days when he was five years old, waiting for rescue in the snow-capped mountains with his mother, loneliness and despair enveloped him, sadness and pain made him breathless even in his dreams.

But fortunately, in the dream, there was always someone telling him to live a good life, then...or his mother?

After Ji Wuxiu woke up, the disappeared Baili reappeared, and took him to live in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River for a while, and he didn't come back until more than a month later.

At the end of March, the contest to select the first prize came as scheduled.

Bi Ji Wuxiu didn't worry about it, but left it to Yijing to take care of it. Even if he didn't say anything, Yijing wouldn't really let him do it.

In the lobby of Wuxiu Pavilion, the dance floor in the middle is covered with a white carpet, and the railings are decorated with blue gauze, which looks ethereal and ethereal, like a fairyland.

But the visitors were all amazed. In the past, the red carpet was red, but this year it was replaced with a white one. It was not festive at all, and it was like going to a funeral.However, there are also people who like the white ones, and are tired of looking at the red ones. If you change the style, it has a different flavor. The feeling of being in a fairyland, in a snowy field, quiet and pure, not stained with dust.

As for Ji Wuxiu who asked to change the color, he didn't think too much about it. If it was all red here, then what else would he look at, he might as well just faint and fall asleep.

Ji Wuxiu looked downstairs, and there were already a lot of people in those places with bad locations, but in those good locations, few people sat down before leaving.

The seats here are also priced according to the quality of the location. The second floor is the private seat. Some people who have money and just want to watch the fun will book the private seat on the second floor.

Regardless of whether it is a high-priced seat or a low-priced seat, it will be booked long in advance, because the space in the building is limited, and there is no room for all those who want to watch the game, so they have to listen to the cheers outside the building.

When almost everyone had arrived, Ji Wuxiu sat down in the private room on the second floor facing the stage, dressed in white clothes, and sat leisurely on the soft couch, waiting for the competition to start.

The three sisters of the Mu family were also there, looking at the white carpet and gauze all over the house, laughing so hard that the branches trembled.Of course Ji Wuxiu knew what they were laughing at, and looked at their smiles and rolled his eyes from time to time.

After a while, someone came onto the stage and raised their hands to signal everyone to be quiet.That was the steward of Wuxiu Pavilion, named Li Yaotang, in his forties, shrewd and capable, most of the affairs in the pavilion were arranged by him.

After everyone was quiet, Li Yaotang smiled and bowed slightly to everyone present.

Sitting down was not very quiet, there were still some people talking in low voices, but it was normal, and Li Yaotang didn't care about them.

"Everyone, this year's championship contest is about to start. I think everyone understands the rules, so I won't say much here, but I still want to remind everyone that during the competition, everyone's status is the same, regardless of high or low, regardless of good or bad. Evil, don't discriminate against others because of their reputation and status, otherwise they will be included in the list and will never be allowed to enter Wuxiu Pavilion again." Li Yaotang said, scanning upstairs and downstairs, everyone nodded knowingly, and continued: "Next, I will announce the contestants for this competition."

All present listened attentively.

"Wuxiu Pavilion - Yijing, Wuxi, Ziyan Pavilion - Su Yixuan, Su Lin, Qin Family Village - Qin Lan, Mingjiao - Feng Wenxue..."

When thinking of Mingjiao, everyone couldn't help shivering.

Li Yaotang read many names that Ji Wuxiu hadn't heard of. Of course, Ji Wuxiu hadn't heard of it, but it didn't mean that others didn't know about it. The people on this list were all extremely beautiful and talented people.

"...Lingxiao Palace——Du Yao, the last one, no source—Xiao Yu." After Li Yaotang finished reading, everyone sighed. It is unknown whether these two factions will bring any surprises. What I look forward to is that this is the first time that Mingjiao and Lingxiao Palace will compete together, and they will be able to see the demeanor of the two factions.

Among the people present, there are many people from the Jianghu, some decent people, and some people who are not in the world. When they heard that there were people from these two factions participating in the competition, their faces were filled with disgust and surprise.

"After the list has been read out, next, let's invite the first one, Wuxiu Pavilion, to bring you her performance." Li Yaotang finished speaking and stepped off the stage.

All of a sudden, a piece of white silk spread out from the top of the stage. It was not stained, and everyone didn't know why, but they saw a sword falling from the top. With a light pick, it landed firmly in the hand, and then the ink was gathered on the sword, and the sword danced with the people, and the ink fell on the white silk to form a sentence.

"The spring is fading and the snow is far away, the red dress is holding the sword and dancing without sleep, and the orchestra is in disarray, waiting for the sword to fall and the poem to be crowned."

Someone in the audience followed the chanting, the sword fell to the end, the ink gathered on the sword was just used up, and the white carpet on the ground was not even stained with ink.

"Okay!" Everyone shouted, the applause was like thunder, Yijing's calligraphy was superb, using a sword as a substitute for writing, and her graceful figure when dancing the sword was like the ink on white silk, smart and quiet, but free and easy, attracting people Applause again and again.

The applause rang for a long time and continued, not only applauding Yijing, but also welcoming Wuxi.

The cyan dance skirt raises the wide skirt, the vigor and vigor, loneliness and strength are all vividly displayed in the back of Wuxi, it is a rare spring stamen in spring, she is alone in the world, she is lonely, but she She is still strong, she is sad, but she does not lose her vitality, she is fragile and helpless in the snow field, but she never gives in, she is graceful and pure, independent of the world.

The music played by the instrument is like butterflies flying. After enjoying the solitude, she ushered in happiness, dancing with the butterflies, which is too beautiful to behold.

Wuxi is the best at singing and dancing, even Ji Wuxiu, who has seen any kind of modern dance, can't take his eyes off it, fascinated.I can't help but sigh in my heart, this Wuxiu Pavilion is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

"Wuxi's dancing skills are really not fake. It's beautiful, hahaha..." Ji Wuxiu smiled happily, and suddenly remembered that there were three sisters, Mu Xue, who didn't respect him at all last time, and immediately changed the words and continued to praise Said: "Wonderful, Wuxi is really a wonderful person."

After talking about Ji Wuxiu, he looked towards the center of the stage again. When the five streams were ending, the green shirt on the white silk covered the ground, and the woman was in the middle of the water, as beautiful as a fairy, and arousing love.

Although the three sisters of the Mu family didn't understand the meaning of "covering", they could tell from Ji Wuxiu's tone that they were admiring Wuxi's dancing skills, but when they heard him suddenly change his tone, they couldn't help laughing, and teased: "If When Pavilion Master goes down, he only needs to stand on the stage and smile again, then the competition will be over directly."

How could Ji Wuxiu not understand what they meant, his face blushed, he ignored them, and just looked at the stage.

Next.It's Su Yixuan.

Ji Wuxiu really wanted to see what kind of abilities this Su Yixuan had.

Su Yixuan is still wearing a red shirt. In this white world, Ji Wuxiu feels an inexplicable uneasiness. Yijing also wears a red shirt. Why does Su Yixuan suddenly feel uneasy when Su Yixuan's red shirt goes into battle? He feels that Su Yixuan glanced at the Accord, Then the sound of the piano drifted away, but Ji Wuxiu couldn't hear any sound.As if caught in chaos.

When Ji Wuxiu regained consciousness, Su Yixuan had already left the stage, and even Qin Lan had finished performing.

It’s strange, but I can’t tell what’s strange. It seems that I fell asleep unconsciously without any discomfort. When I wake up, I wake up immediately. Not only Ji Wuxiu, but also many people feel that their consciousness has fallen asleep when they hear the sound of the piano. , but some people's heads just went blank, and they became sober again in an instant.

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