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Chapter 696 The popularity of square dancing

The land of the east and northwest.

This is a very ancient jungle.

Stretching for thousands of miles.

There are many ancient trees.

Hundreds or even thousands of years.

In this jungle.

There is a group of people living.

They are the Yue Clan.

Under the moonlight, all members of the Yuexi clan have turned into human forms at this moment.

They all look like women.

And at this time.

There are more than a hundred members of the Yuexi tribe, and all of them have felt the changes in themselves.

The power of the curse!

It all dissipated in their bodies.

Not a single trace remains.

Everyone in the Yuexiao tribe was very surprised.

"Why did the curse power disappear in my body?"

"Me too!"

"My demon power has also increased!"

The Yuexi clan members were surprised, but also very excited.

I found out after some questioning.

It turns out that the curse power of all clan members has disappeared.

"Very good!"

The oldest leader of the Yuetiao clan was so excited that he almost cried.

She is the eldest person in the entire Yuexi tribe, already over 2,000 years old.

He suffered from the curse for two thousand years.

I never thought that there would be a day when the curse would disappear.

"The beast king must be dead, so the curse on our family has disappeared!"

Chief Yuetiao immediately guessed the reason.

The person who put the curse on their Yue Clan was the Beast King.

The beast king is immortal.

The curse will never go away.

But now, the curse of their family has disappeared at the same time.

That means the Beast King is dead.

This is undoubtedly a great blessing for the Yuexi tribe.

As the east gradually lights up.

Day is coming.

The Yue Siao clan stood on the ground anxiously.

Waiting for the sun to come.

finally!

The sun comes.

Everyone in the Yuexiao tribe was bathed in the warm sunshine.

They did not turn into trees again.

Still maintaining the human form.

"It's really lifted!"

The people of the Yuexiao tribe cheered.

Their family has been cursed for thousands of years.

Finally it completely disappeared.

They can finally move around in human form during the day

What happened during the prince's wedding was widely circulated in Chang'an City.

Li Tianmin immediately ordered not to spread any more information about what happened on the wedding day.

Under strict orders.

Sure enough, the effect is remarkable.

Immediately no one was talking about it.

But even the people in Chang'an City can vaguely know one thing.

An accident occurred during the prince's wedding, and a strong man attacked. It was the national master who took action and killed the troublesome strong man.

In this way, Ye Qingyun's reputation will naturally rise to a higher level.

Regarding this.

Ye Qingyun didn't know at all.

Those rumors could not reach his ears.

Li Yuanxiu's wedding was over, and Ye Qingyun was relieved of his worries.

My apprentice finally solved a lifelong issue.

He couldn't help but think of his other apprentice.

Guo Xiaoyun.

Ye Qingyun has not seen Guo Xiaoyun since the last time we said goodbye in Beichuan.

Ye Qingyun knew that Guo Xiaoyun was leading his Yuntian City subordinates to rebuild Yuntian City in Beichuan.

The nine major families were also wiped out.

Guo Xiaoyun should not encounter any more trouble in Beichuan.

Perhaps when we meet again, Guo Xiaoyun will already be Beichuan's leader.

Thinking of this, Ye Qingyun became a little proud again.

Although I, Ye Qingyun, am a mortal.

But these two apprentices of mine are really awesome.

One is a genius in cultivation, and Beichuan will be the leader in the future.

One is the crown prince of the Tang Dynasty, the future emperor of the Tang Dynasty in the East.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that it is quite good to be a mortal.

At least the apprentice is awesome and can protect me, a mortal master, from now on.

Um!

It's really good.

As for the affairs of Nanhuang, Ye Qingyun also inquired about it.

It seems that the Demon Lord has not appeared again for a long time.

But Southern Wasteland was also in complete chaos.

There were originally seven dynasties, but after the Sima family rebellion, four were left.

Now there are only two left.

A Tianwu Dynasty.

A nebula dynasty.

And even these two dynasties that still exist are severely damaged.

The impact caused by the Holy Demon Lord was too great.

It didn't last long and I couldn't slow down at all.

Ye Qingyun felt relieved when he learned that the Tianwu Dynasty was fine.

What he is most worried about is his Fuyun Mountain.

Even though he ran away.

But Fuyun Mountain is my hometown after all.

Gold silver nest nest as their own kennel.

Ye Qingyun is still thinking about one day returning to Fuyun Mountain.

Although the Tang Dynasty was good.

It's okay to come and stay for a while.

But if you live there for a few years or more.

Ye Qingyun couldn't stand it.

He still prefers to live in Fuyun Mountain.

certainly.

Right now, Ye Qingyun doesn't dare to go back.

Who knows if the Demon Lord will appear again that day?

It is better to wait until the Southern Wilderness truly stabilizes before considering returning to the Southern Wilderness.

Half a month later.

In the streets and alleys of Chang'an, Ye Qingyun's very familiar singing voice gradually began to sound.

"the vast horizon is my love."

"Flowers are blooming at the foot of the rolling green hills."

"What kind of rhythm is the most swaying?"

"What kind of singing is the happiest?"

Familiar singing, familiar square dancing.

It made Ye Qingyun feel as if he had returned to his original world.

But this is not my original world.

But square dancing really became popular in Chang'an.

Ye Qingyun looked at the people dressed in coarse linen and linen clothes, dancing and dancing, accompanied by the slightly off-key singing of a few women.

That scene.

Ye Qingyun really couldn't laugh or cry.

Ye Qingyun felt that it was necessary to improve square dancing in this world.

He found Pei Yuanzhong.

As soon as I asked, I found out that it was Pei Yuanzhong who ordered the square dance to be spread.

However, Ye Qingyun didn't have any dissatisfaction. This was originally agreed by Ye Qingyun.

What Ye Qingyun thinks is bad is that every time the people in Chang'an want to dance in the square, they have to find a few women to sing songs.

This is too much trouble.

And the song he sang was really a bit outrageous.

to be honest.

It doesn't taste like that.

The singing voices of the singers are still beautiful, and they have that feeling when they sing.

Ye Qingyun thought of an idea.

Use jade slips to imprint the singer's singing voice.

Then distribute the jade slips.

In this way, when people want to dance in the square, they can just take out the jade slips.

No need to find someone to sing the music.

Pei Yuanzhong agreed very much with this method and immediately sent someone to do it.

A few more days passed.

There are more people dancing in the square in Chang'an City.

All of them also use jade slips with audio notes.

And the common people also know that this square dance was created by the national teacher Ye Qingyun.

For a time, people praised Ye Qingyun one after another.

"The Imperial Master has really brought blessings to us and other people."

"Don't mention it, I feel energetic all over after doing this square dance."

"I'm over seventy, and I danced for two days. After returning home, my mother-in-law complained that she couldn't stand it at night."

"Hahahaha! You should take it easy."

The city of Chang'an was full of joy.

And in the southeast of the Tang Dynasty.

Zhang Muchuan, who was looking for his sister, was once again surrounded by a group of cultivators.

Zhang Muchuan doesn't want to kill anyone anymore.

But these people wanted to take him away, but Zhang Muchuan was unwilling.

He didn't know where his sister was, or even whether he was still alive.

He must find his sister.

"Zhang Muchuan, if you dare to resist, we will kill you first!"

Dozens of cultivators looked at Zhang Muchuan coldly. One of them, an old man in purple robe, stood with a sword in his hand and his face was cold.


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