Chapter 142

At this moment, all the members of the Liang family and the guests are concentrating on the direction of the festival stage, even the atmosphere is not much.

Just because the next player is Liang Yun, the famous young master of the Liang family in Kyoto, who is both literate and martial arts. Liang Yun, who only shocked Kyoto at the age of ten and made the first list in Kyoto at the age of seventeen, broke the hearts of countless girls.

Every year's annual sacrifice is the most wonderful and praiseworthy of him. Many people here are looking forward to his performance and eager to see the elegant demeanor of the Liang family.

However, after waiting for a long time, Liang Yun didn't show up. On the contrary, several Liang family members went to the stage and spread a layer of white rice paper on the red carpet.

It's a big piece of rice paper. One of them is two. The whole table is covered. You can see that it's specially made for the annual sacrifice.

"It seems that the eldest son of the Liang family is going to paint this year. It's really exciting." One of the guests stroked his beard and said, looking forward to it.

"Yes, it's said that Mr. Liang's talent is unique."

"Yes, yes."

“……”

Because of this Xuan paper, the stands are also full of discussions. Wen jinniang, listening to these praise words for Liang Yun, is extremely proud, even happier than praising herself.

"Sister Wen." Suddenly, a sweet voice came from the back of Wen jinniang. When Wen jinniang looked behind her, she saw a woman in pink dress and long skirt mopping the floor. His face was gentle, and the fringes on his bun were moving.

"Who are you, sumo?" Wen jinniang looked at the little girl carefully, and soon recognized who this extraordinary woman was. At present, some strange eyes looked at Su mo.

"Well, sister Wen, can I sit next to you? I'm late."

Su Mo's soft request made Wen jinniang have no way to refuse. Although Wen jinniang was a little bit disgusted by Liang's mother and Liang Ping's words, it was not su Mo's fault after all. So he nodded and let Su Mo sit on his other side.

"Thank you, elder sister Wen," Su Mo said. After sitting down, she gave a gentle smile to Wen jinniang. Then she took out a embroidered handkerchief from her arms. The butterfly flowers on it were lifelike. "It's a gift for her to meet her for the first time."

Wen jinniang looked at the embroidered handkerchief in front of her and said, "thank you..."

This Su Mo is really as gentle and generous as others say. I'm definitely her rival

And at this time, Liang Yun came out, the two people's attention is attracted to the stage. The two tacit understanding did not say anything.

On the stage, Liang Yun seems to have changed his ink color clothes and walked slowly to the center of the stage on rice paper. It's not a paintbrush in my hand, and it's a slender sword. The body of the sword is white and transparent, only the tip of the sword with a little ink.

Liang Yun's shoes were also covered with thick layers of gauze. The tips of his feet were light, and they were like stepping on the rice paper without a trace.

A melodious sound of the flute sounded again. The gentle sound of the flute made people lose their minds. Looking at the past, it turned out that Liang Feng was the first one to go on the stage. At this moment, he is standing behind Liang Yun, quietly matching music for Liang Yun.

And Liang Yun, also finally in the eyes of millions of people, slowly flying up his sword.

It's dazzling and colorful. It's amazing.

Gradually, the swordsmanship became faster and faster. The ink on the sword also splashed on the snow-white rice paper with his body method, and set off with his ink splashing long shirt. It's like a dream. Sword dance is a sword dance.

No, Liang Yun's feet wrapped in white gauze were also stained with ink at this time. His body method drifted away, leaving traces of ink like clouds on rice paper. It's not just sword dance. Liang Yun on the stage is a perfect combination of body technique, sword technique and Danqing.

It is only this young master who can draw with his sword, his pen and his painting with heaven and earth.

The melody played by Liang Feng is the one previously performed, which has reached its climax at this moment. Like a gust of wind, yellow sand is rising everywhere, and the clouds are blowing.

Liang Yun's sword technique is also more and more fierce, which has already reached the point that ordinary people can't track with their naked eyes. Just vaguely saw a fleeting phantom floating on the stage. It's really wonderful.

At the end of the song, Liang Yun also gradually stopped. Standing there, the white rice paper is already full of thick ink and heavy color at this moment.

The servant lifted up the rice paper and unfolded it. It turned out to be a picture of killing the enemy on the battlefield.

It's magnificent and murderous, depicting the atmosphere of the battlefield in ten percent. Liang Yun is so versatile that he can make people applaud while dancing the sword. He can even notice the painting on the tip of the sword at his feet. Only by combining the two can he finish the dance and painting.

There was a silence in the stands, and everyone was shocked. After the surprise, there was a burst of applause and applause. Just like the thunder of a tile, it's been going on for a long time.

Wen jinniang clapped her hands constantly. Her eyes were full of admiration for Liang Yun, and she felt proud of her husband. She could not help but sigh that such a person had become her husband. It's like a dream

"Cousin is really more and more powerful..." Su Mo is also staring at the dazzling man on the stage, mumbling.

"But I haven't seen you for a long time. Has Mo'er become very powerful..."

With that, Su Mo got up slowly and said with a smile to Wen jinniang, who was sitting beside her, "sister Wen, ma'er is going to play too. Excuse me first."

"Good." Wen jinniang looks back at Su Mo and nods her head. Seeing this graceful Su Mo leave slowly, there is a feeling of pity in her heart, no half of disgust.

After clearing up on the stage, Liang Yun soon returned to Wen jinniang. He was also wearing a faint smell of ink, which seemed to drill into the tip of Wen jinniang's nose.

"How are you doing for your husband?"

"Excellent."

Two people tacit understanding said two words, two eyes to each other, are to see each other's banter, can not help but smile. Let Liang Ping on one side turn over the envy and jealousy.

"Your cousin's on stage, too. Don't you have a look?" Wen jinniang deliberately said in a strange voice. It was clear that there was something in her words.

Liang Yun's last sip of tea was choked to death by Wen jinniang's sudden words.

"Cough, you're still making trouble. Knowing that there is nothing between us, you are just a vinegar jar. "

"Cut, acid you, how to drop?"

Between the two people laughing and fighting, Su Mo is also slowly on the stage.

On the stage, the woman, dressed in red dance clothes, stood on the stage like a woman of nine gods. Holding the pipa in both hands, the orchid fingers stick just right.

The silver bells on the feet are crisp and beautiful, which makes the feet as jade.