Chen Qingyun said lightly: "Nowadays, star-chasers come from all social backgrounds. Many people regard star-chasing as fashion. Their identity cannot be identified just by their appearance."
"You are honest and there is no falsehood in your words." Garcia sighed first, and then said helplessly: "The leader is Bayin's son. Most of the senior officials of the Republic can be found here."
How could Garcia have thought that although Chen Qingyun's heart was not as rock solid as it was now, ordinary affairs in the secular world could no longer make Chen Qingyun's heart flutter.
Chen Qingyun was also not too surprised: "This group has the most ability to chase stars. It's a pity that the good time is wasted on chasing stars."
"Waste, does it cost a lot to chase stars?" Garcia did not expect that Chen Qingyun would view chasing stars this way.
Chen Qingyun said calmly: "You can't buy time and energy with money. These young people are from such good families that they don't know what they want to do, but they pursue superficial and flashy things."
"It seems like you are very old, but Qingyun is really a bit immature." Garcia did not agree with Chen Qingyun: "There is nothing wrong with pursuing beautiful things."
Chen Qingyun understood his state of mind and remembered something he often said before: Life is like a chess piece, and there are four breaths wherever the chess pieces are placed. If you gain these four breaths, you will definitely lose the other four breaths.
Now that I can achieve calmness, I have actually lost excitement, anger, sadness and other emotional things, and I have lost a lot of excitement. Chen Qingyun is very clear about his situation. He has gains and losses. Even if he is a god, he cannot have it both ways.
“It’s better to be down-to-earth and pursue reality if you pursue illusory things too much.”
Garcia glanced at Chen Qingyun in disbelief, only to see him quietly watching the performance on the stage. The boiling atmosphere in the venue did not seem to have any impact on him.
At this time, Luo Yue and Huang Hui's trapeze performance entered the most exciting stage. Huang Hui was like a fairy who did not eat fireworks, showing off his graceful grace above the stage.
Luo Yue and Huang Hui's show was called Trapeze. They borrowed acrobatic props and installed a protective net about one meter high from the stage. However, Luo Yue and Huang Hui did not have any safety measures on their bodies.
The protective net on the stage is actually used to cover the eyes and ears of ordinary people. Luo Yue and Huang Hui's light body skills do not need to be shown in full, they are enough to shock the audience.
The atmosphere in the stadium has reached din. Almost all the spectators stood up. Only the dignitaries on the rostrum who respected their status remained seated, but their eyes betrayed their restless hearts.
Only Chen Qingyun's expression was the same as usual. Garcia himself almost shouted at the top of his voice, cheering for Luo Yue and Huang Hui, but Chen Qingyun's performance to them was as simple as drinking water or eating.
"Qingyun, the performance on stage shouldn't be illusory, right?"
Garcia is unwilling to give in. Just because you don't chase stars doesn't mean there is anything wrong with chasing stars.
Chen Qingyun's face still had a calm expression: "Such a program is really good to watch, but it is impossible for ordinary people to do it. It is better to enjoy it quietly and go back to do your own things."
Garcia scolded: "I really doubt you are cold-blooded. If Mr. Luo and the others can do it, why can't others do it? If Mr. Luo's fans hear this, I'm afraid they won't let you go."
"This is the tragedy. There is an old saying in China, one minute on stage, ten years of hard work off stage. The audience only sees their beautiful side, but they don't know that behind any beautiful scenery, there are unknown hardships."
Chen Qingyun's words were truly inspired: His own circumstances can be described as legendary, but the difficulties and setbacks he encountered cannot be understood by others.
"Look, it's so thrilling. I really doubt whether Luo Yue and Huang Hui can complete such a difficult action."
Garcia didn't want to get angry with Chen Qingyun, so he turned his energy to the stage. Just as the performance assistant sent some rings, Luo Yue gestured, indicating that the two of them would pass through the rings, which were only about one meter in diameter.
Everyone else on the rostrum all stood up and cheered for Luo Yue and Huang Hui. But Chen Qingyun still sat still, as if everything in front of him was taken for granted. Garcia was so angry that he ignored Chen Qingyun and left.
Focus on the stage.
Those who had the same mood as Garcia were in the auditorium not far from Chen Qingyun. Xuan Yinzi and his disciples were all captivated by the performances of Luo Yue and Huang Hui.
Xuanyinzi, Lin Fanchen and others were fascinated by the beauty of Luo Yue and Huang Hui. They never thought that the two beauties in front of them had the same status as them: they had already set foot on the path of cultivation.
"Master, you are as soft as if you had no bones." Lin Fanchen's eyes went straight: "Excellent, excellent, Master, I am blessed."
Xuan Yinzi stared at the stage tightly and ignored Lin Fanchen. Before departure, the Red Luo Witch told Xuan Yinzi that Chen Qingyun was not an ordinary person. Xuanyinzi's mission for this trip was to find out whether Chen Qingyun had entered.
innate.
The performance assistant came on stage and hung five rings between two elevated stands. Luo Yue and Huang Hui's performance was to fly through the rings parallel to the ground.
If these two beautiful women can do it, there is only one possibility: they have also practiced some kind of profound skills. If this is the case, wouldn't Chen Qingyun have a group of cultivators gathered around him?
Not a word of Lin Fanchen's voice reached Xuanyinzi's ears. He was thinking whether these little beauties were roses with thorns.
Different from Xuanyinzi's mentality of worrying about gains and losses, six people including Coffin Face, Yuanyuan Face and Curly Hair were also sitting not far from the rostrum. They did not expect that Luo Yue and Huang Hui would have special abilities, and their graceful graces
, occupying all the brain cells of the six people.
"It really went through. How did you do it?" Curly Hair said doubtfully: "Boss, if it were you, could you do it?"
Coffin Face is an SSS-level top killer. Not many people can match it in terms of explosive power and flexibility. If Coffin Face can't do it, what kind of people would Luo Yue and Huang Hui be?
Luo Yue and Huang Hui jumped up from both sides, crossed the ring, and reached the high platform on the opposite side. The applause and screams almost broke the stadium's ding.
When the next session started, silence returned to the venue, and Curly Hair found a chance to speak.
Coffin's face replied calmly: "There are specialties in the arts, and people rely on this to make a living. Maybe it has a flavor of magic, so there is no need to explore it."
Modern stage performances do not all rely on real materials. Coffin Face's ideas followed the passage of inertia and did not let Curly Hair delve into it.
Yuanyuanlian's expression was also attracted by Luo Yue and Huang Hui on the stage, and he did not hear Curly Hair's words. If you had used Yuanyuanlian's wit, you might have seen that there was something wrong with their performance, and the evolution of things was really predictable.
The entire opening ceremony had one climax after another, and the finale was Xu Ping. She had practiced Qingwei Jue, and her learning ability was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. Xu Ping only started learning Kazakh Mandarin when she came to Ashi. After more than ten days,
I can already perform in pure Kazakh Mandarin.
"Beautiful Grassland, My Home" is the only Chinese song sung by Xu Ping, and the vicissitudes of her voice have infinite penetrating power.
The audience was intoxicated and shouted over and over again: "One more song, one more song."
Xu Ping sang a total of five songs, and the next four songs were all sung in Kazakh Mandarin. The enthusiasm of the audience made it impossible for Xu Ping to take a curtain call, so she had to call Luo Yue, Huang Hui, Nancy, and Shirley to the stage.
, sang a chorus.
The party was finally over, but outside the stadium, groups of boys and girls refused to leave. Even someone like Curly Mao, who had been through the sea, looked back three times.
"Boss, why don't we do it tonight." When leaving the gym, another young man approached Coffin Face and said, "I've never seen such a beauty before. I really can't bear it anymore."
"I can't help it anymore. I'll press your little one against the wall and rub it a few times." The boss reached out and hit the young man's head twice: "Pack your things when you get back. We'll set off early tomorrow morning."