Seeing Liu Zhiheng showing off his flowery skills in such a cool way, everyone exclaimed: "Brother, good job."
Guo Jing took the wooden stick in mid-air, put his hands together, and instantly danced out a stick flower. The wooden stick made a whining sound as it rotated at high speed.
I saw Guo Jing dancing with the stick flower, and people rushed forward. From a distance, it looked like a hot wheel. Then I saw Guo Jing holding a wooden stick at the end, and people jumped up in the air, splitting Huashan with one move, and the wooden stick It hit the ground and made a loud roar.
The wooden stick bent in response, and the first part was connected to Barbie's Q.
Guo Jing got this stick technique from his master, Ke Zhen'e. Although Ke Zhen'e was blind, his stick technique was not bad. Although Guo Jing didn't learn the in-depth skills, a demonstration was enough.
"Okay." Liu Zhiheng took the lead in cheering for Guo Jing.
Huang Rong, Mu Nianci and others also applauded him.
After Guo Jing finished the demonstration, Cheng Yaojia picked up the sword in her hand and demonstrated the "Quan Zhen Sword Technique" to everyone. Although Cheng Yaojia's sword dance was full of flaws in Liu Zhiheng's eyes, her movements were It was so beautiful that he was obsessed with it.
Halfway through watching, Liu Zhiheng came off the stage and practiced "Quan Zhen Sword Technique" with Cheng Yaojia. This familiar scene reminded Cheng Yaojia of the days when his senior brother took him to practice swordsmanship in Zhongnan Mountain.
With Liu Zhiheng's guidance, the sword in Cheng Yaojia's hand became more and more sensitive, and his movements became more and more standard. After the last move was completed, the two of them returned the sword to the scabbard and looked at each other with a smile. The tacit understanding between them is self-evident.
"Wow, big brother, Sister Xi, do you want this? I'm still a child." Huang Rong covered her eyes with one hand and shouted at Liu Zhiheng and the others.
Cheng Yaojia skillfully put her arm around Liu Zhiheng and said, "Rong'er, you're not young anymore. It's time to find a good family."
Huang Rong put down her palm, pouted and said, "I don't want it."
Mu Nianci looked at the harmonious husband and wife Liu Zhiheng, and had infinite reverie in her heart. When will her prince charming appear?
Guo Jing looked at Huang Rong who was chattering non-stop. A trace of admiration flashed in his eyes, but it was hidden deep inside. He became more and more sure of one thing in his heart, that is, he would return to Mongolia to call off his marriage to Hua Zheng. I can justly pursue Ronger and be with her forever.
Near noon, Huang Rong once again showed off her cooking skills. This time she cooked the beggar's chicken. The reason why she cooked this dish was because Liu Zhiheng felt that she was not satisfied with it last time and wanted Huang Rong to cook more.
Of course Huang Rong agreed obligingly and got five chickens in one go, which was enough.
At noon, everyone gathered around the fire, sat on the rocks, and talked freely about their thoughts and opinions. Huang Rong sang a Jiangnan ditty at the top of her lungs. Her crisp voice made everyone happy.
Liu Zhiheng thought for a while and said: "Rong'er, although I don't know the music, I have written a few songs in private. Listen to them and see how good they are."
Huang Rong said with a smile on her face: "Okay, I didn't expect my eldest brother to write songs. I will definitely listen to it."
At this time, Cheng Yaojia covered her face with her hands, fearing to see Liu Zhiheng laughing. As Liu Zhiheng's pillow, how could she not know that Liu Zhiheng could sing, but the problem was that the songs he sang were too childish.
I still remember that when I was a child, I had nightmares and couldn't sleep, so my senior brother would sing beside me to lull me to sleep.
"Two tigers, two tigers, running fast, running fast... One has no eyes, one has no tail, so strange..."
Ah, is this... really suitable for singing? Cheng Yaojia had great doubts.
"It seems like I have seen you in a dream, and the waves in my heart are rising. I put aside the worldly affairs and put an end to our grudges, and we will be together till the end of the world..."
"The desert in the west is vast and vast, how can I be afraid of snow and frost hitting my face..."
Liu Zhiheng's slightly magnetic voice sang slowly in the forest.
Cheng Yaojia raised her head in surprise when she heard Liu Zhiheng sing a sentence, well, when did my senior brother write this song? It's so nice o(*￣▽￣*)o.
Mu Nianci closed her eyes and soared in the ocean of music with a smile on her face.
Huang Rong originally didn't think Liu Zhiheng would compose any good songs, but when she heard this song, her inherent opinion was shattered. It turns out that songs can be written like this.
The melody is beautiful and catchy. After listening to Huang Rong in the first part, I can actually sing along with Liu Zhiheng later.
After finishing the song, Huang Rong approached Liu Zhiheng and asked, "Brother, what's the name of your song? It's so well written."
Guo Jing nodded fiercely not far away. Although he didn't understand the music, when he heard Liu Zhiheng's song, his heart beat rapidly, as if he had been injected with chicken blood. This song must be a Good song.
"'Iron-Blooded Heart'." Liu Zhiheng said concisely and comprehensively. You must know that "Iron-Blooded Heart" is the theme song of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". How can it not sound good?
Huang Rong pulled Liu Zhiheng's arm and said coquettishly like a little girl: "Brother, can you teach me? This is the first time I have heard such a weird and beautiful song."
Liu Zhiheng looked at Huang Rong who had transformed into his little crush, feeling very proud, and then said: "Teach, why don't you teach? If everyone wants to learn, I will teach."
"Thank you, brother." Huang Rong said happily, and then went to her seat. She was now looking forward to the expression of her father, who has always loved music, after hearing such a song. He might be very surprised, haha.
Cheng Yaojia held Liu Zhiheng's arm and whispered: "Brother, when did you write this song?"
After Liu Zhiheng heard this, he suddenly woke up. He looked at Cheng Yaojia with a smile and said: "I just wrote it some time ago. We were on the road together and didn't have time to sing it for you. Ronger happened to be singing just now, and I felt itchy. Sing."
This explanation was acceptable to Cheng Yaojia, so the hand she placed on Liu Zhiheng's waist changed from pinching to caressing. "Next time, remember to sing to me first."
Liu Zhiheng nodded without hesitation.
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"The chicken is ready, everyone come and eat." Huang Rong placed the five beggar's chickens on a big stone one after another, and the aroma filled the west.
Guo Jing, Liu Zhiheng and others came in response.
"Wow, it smells so good. Ronger, you are so awesome." Mu Nianci praised.
Huang Rong raised her head proudly, as if she was proud of herself, and then gave the biggest beggar's chicken to Mu Nianci, which made Liu Zhiheng stunned for a moment.
"Rong'er, if you can go to the hall and go to the kitchen, your husband will be very happy in the future." Liu Zhiheng glanced at the dull Guo Jing and said with a smile.
Huang Rong had no expression on her face and was about to make the smallest chicken for Liu Zhiheng, but then she thought that she still wanted to learn singing, so she picked a medium-sized chicken.
Liu Zhiheng took the beggar's chicken casually. He tore off one wing and handed it to Cheng Yaojia. He randomly found a place under a big tree and tasted it slowly.
"What does this smell like? It smells so good. Little brother, can you give me a bite? Don't worry, I don't want wings or chicken legs, just chicken buttocks." At this time, a man wearing tattered clothes suddenly appeared from the side. The middle-aged beggar who was receiving subsidies from top to bottom said to Liu Zhiheng.
Although the beggar was dressed in rags, he was full of energy. He held a gourd wine pot in his left hand and a green bamboo stick in his right hand. He looked at the beggar chicken with a salivating expression on his face. This man was not Hong Qigong. Who is it?
Liu Zhiheng was stunned for a moment, then gave all the beggar's chicken in his hand to the person in front of him, and then said respectfully: "Senior, please eat first, we still have some over there."
"Senior, I'm not a senior, I'm just an ordinary beggar." Hong Qigong was surprised. He didn't expect that young Liu Zhiheng could see through his identity so quickly, but he still insisted on hiding his identity. He replied.
The beggar's chicken was in his hand but he refused to eat it. Jian Shou was sorry for his reputation as an old beggar. Hong Qigong took the beggar's chicken in his hand and smelled it: "It's so fragrant. The old beggar likes this smell." Then he gulped it down. Started eating.
Huang Rong and the others also noticed the scene here and gathered around. After Liu Zhiheng gave them a calm gesture, he went to Huang Rong and got another beggar's chicken.
At first, Qi Gong was eating roast chicken with his face covered. Mu Nianci didn’t recognize him yet, but when he finished eating the chicken, she recognized him. She was surprised and said: "Nianci has seen Senior Hong." "
Hong Qigong was stunned, thinking that he was about to suffer, his identity was exposed, and he wanted to turn around and leave, but Liu Zhiheng was sensible and paid tribute to a beggar chicken. Alas, I have been trapped in a trap all my life. The word "eat" is above it.
