I am farming and growing flowers in the ancient martial arts world

In the first step of the opening of the sports meeting, the leaders of various forces took their seats in the best position of the stands under the guidance of the on-site staff.

When everyone took their seats next to Zhen Xiaomei and Yun Zhao, participants from various forces also began to file into the arena.

After that, it was Dongzhou people and scattered warriors who were divided into other stands and just came to watch the excitement.

It was not until the time passed to the stage of the show that the warriors of the endless sea guarding the entrances of the various entrances closed the gates to show that the entrance time was over.

On the mountain road, there were still Dongzhou civilians and scattered warriors who hadn't had time to enter. Those who were a step behind could only turn around and go down the mountain with regret on their faces, leaving here.

At this time, in the sports field, the actors are all warriors and ordinary people in the sphere of influence of the endless sea. The cultural performance has also officially started.

The host retreated gracefully, and a group of girls and daughters-in-law who were in charge of performing the opening song and dance, wearing the bright red costumes they specially prepared for this moment, sang and danced from the direction of the backstage.

Their bright red dresses, graceful dancing postures and loud singing voices instantly caught the attention of most people present, but some of them were crying and asking their parents to buy sugar figurines, cakes, candied haws, The children with all kinds of drinks, still not giving up, are still acting coquettishly and begging.

The warriors arranged by Zhen Xiaomei who were in charge of maintaining order did not step forward to stop them. Before the start of the sports meeting, Zhen Xiaomei listed all possible emergencies in detail.

Zhen Xiaomei has already told them that they don't have to deal with trivial matters like this kind of trivial matter like this kind of bratty child tormenting his parents and relatives, and the actor's family proudly showing off to others.

After all, large-scale events, this kind of noisy and noisy, are actually an integral part of it, and it would be less interesting without it.

Zhen Xiaomei, who didn't want the venue to be too solemn (depressed and boring), only explained in advance that they were responsible for maintaining order and protecting ordinary people.

With the continuous development of the cultural performances, one after another various programs were staged by the actors, Wei Lan and other leaders of other forces finally realized something belatedly.

Wei Lan asked Yun Zhao in a low voice, "These actors are not raised by you, are they?"

As for Zhen Xiaomei's thrifty style of wanting to spend a penny in half, Wei Lan doesn't believe that she will spend a lot of money and time to train a bunch of actors.

Sure enough, Yun Zhao slowly shook his head towards Wei Lan while everyone listened openly, "No, these are warriors and ordinary people from our side."

In other words, these are not actors, just amateur performers.

Wei Lan said in her heart, "Sure enough", but before he could say anything, Liang Wenxuan raised his hand and raised his glass towards Zhen Xiaomei, "It seems that ordinary people here are living a good life. "

It is not surprising that warriors perform a musical instrument, or perform a sword dance, knife dance, fan dance, or ribbon dance. They are all their usual weapons, and the so-called "dance" is just a variation of their moves.

But it is difficult for ordinary people to have the leisure and financial resources to learn musical instruments, dance, acrobatics, opera and other artistic expressions. They are too busy making money to fill their stomachs, so how can they care about playing with these "things that cannot be eaten" .

Only when people are not short of food and clothing, and their food and clothing are guaranteed, will they develop other higher-level so-called "spiritual pursuits" for life.

Zhen Xiaomei raised her glass at him from afar in response, "It's okay."

Three meals a day, every meal is [-]% full, and there are few patches on the clothes on my body. In winter, there is enough cotton in the clothes and quilts, and the place where I live can also ensure that there is no leakage of rain or wind. It is warm and safe. How good is it? That's not true, but compared with their previous situation, it can indeed correspond to Zhen Xiaomei's "it's okay".

She said to Wei Lan and the others: "Everyone and the team members you brought, do you want to have an impromptu performance? If so, we can provide musical instruments and backup dancers here."

Feng Nanying was the first to raise her hand, "I have a cousin who is very good at flute and flute. I can ask him to play one for us."

As for herself, she is a tone-deaf scum, and usually uses a whip, which is not suitable for performing weapons, so she consciously doesn't make a fool of herself.

Qiao Heng originally wanted to make friends with Zhen Xiaomei and Yun Zhao, but after coming to Dongzhou, this idea became stronger and more determined than before, so he took it easy and went up to dance the sword himself for a while.

After all the guests who intend to participate in the performance have all been on stage, Yun Zhao slowly got up with a guqin in his arms.

As soon as he came to the stage, there was a tsunami of cheers from the audience.

Without him, it was only because Yun Zhao was the first martial saint-level powerhouse to take the initiative to perform on stage.

Zhen Xiaomei sighed in a low voice with regret on her face, "That's great, I just like the cheers resounding from the audience."

Qiao Heng had never heard of soul musicians like Zhen Xiaomei's out-of-the-box performances. When she heard Zhen Xiaomei say that she liked this kind of scene, he kindly suggested, "Since that's the case, Miss Zhen might as well be with Yun Yun." The young master will play a song together?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became strangely quiet.

Although Wei Lan and the others were embarrassed to say the words to stop them, their expressions and eyes were filled with the four characters of "rejection" and "horrified".

Zhen Xiaomei looked around, smiled and waved her hands, "I'll forget it, it would be a disappointment if someone died in this kind of occasion."

Qiao Heng, who didn't know why:? ? ?
Others who breathed a sigh of relief: You also know that singing and playing music can kill people?

Everyone muttered silently, but Yun Zhao on the stage had already raised his hand to brush the strings of the piano, and began to feel for the touch.

He chose a gentle love song that he had heard on Zhen Xiaomei's smart terminal before, and with a light flick of his finger, the smooth and beautiful music sounded inside the venue.

The others had never heard this song, and thought it was composed by Yun Zhao himself.

Those who don't understand can only hear the beautiful melody, and only the sentence "good to hear" pops up in their minds, while those who have some melodic attainments can hear the deep affection implied in this song.

Combined with Yun Zhao's gentle eyes that almost always enveloped Zhen Xiaomei, what else did everyone not understand?
Thinking of those people who had no winks before, they insisted on coming up to Zhen Xiaomei to show courtesy, but in the end, Zhen Xiaomei justly said, "Please return to your respective seats quickly, and consciously maintain the order of the venue" and sent them away in a second. Wei Lan and Mo Yang couldn't help but exchanged a look in tacit agreement with the young warriors.